It’s not a particularly honest appraisal to say that I was fortunate this week. But even in times of misfortune we find pockets of the opposite, and the fact that I didn’t need to watch — let alone cover — any of the last four San Francisco Giants games certainly falls into the “fortunate” category.
Poor Bill. What a cruel task I left him with. What a remarkably bad baseball team I handed over to him. (On a more serious note, let’s all give it up for Bill Hanstock, who so brilliantly handled this post in my absence.