It’s 8:12 p.m. and the sun still lilts well above the horizon, casting a smugly golden glow over the scurrying ants of the city. This Tuesday was, like every Tuesday of a three day weekend must contractually be, a bear. But the weather has become nice, which should ostensibly improve morale, although it frankly feels more mocking than it does pleasurable.
The MLB At Bat app loads slowly, allowing the prospect of hope to shimmer just a few seconds longer while the Casamigos Tequila logo pulses dully until fading away.
7-0 Yankees in the bottom of the fourth.