I may have to climb through the window of the baseball season because I appear to have been locked out. I suppose the “me” equivalent of being a player right now would be if I was told I couldn’t come in to work, I couldn’t go see my doctor, and I couldn’t meet with anyone to plan anything. Oh wait, that was my actual life in 2020. So I guess, then, that what baseball players are doing this winter is “sheltering in place”. Which is probably a good idea, because I hear unbridled greed is extremely contagious.
So then what exactly will I be writing about in the coming weeks?