Let’s admit it, we were all hyped on Saturday night. For the first time since all of the coronavirus insanity began in March, there was actual Pirates baseball on TV. Sure, it was an exhibition game against Cleveland and didn’t count. An empty PNC Park looked very strange, particularly combined with the piped-in crowd noise. I thought at one point that Greg Brown was going to tie Michael McKenry’s hands behind his back because Fort’s hands were moving as fast as his obviously nervous voice. But it was baseball, and I was happy to see it.
Back in that long-ago time known as February, I wrote “I don’t expect miracles for this team, but I’m not expecting an implosion, either.