I’ve been struggling lately to enjoy some of the stories I typically relish. Tales of cosmic horror and grandeur, fantastical journeys and follies, they are my typical preference, in particular when those tales contain the rallying efforts of many to outdo or stave off an evil or overpowering few. But sometimes I am feeling low, or simply disconnected, and a tale of individual heroism is what the doctor ordered, a reminder that Big Sean was right, and that Merle and Willie’s wishes are, even for just a special few, a possibility. It is that majesty, that extraordinary faculty and ability to exceed beyond what seems possible for others, in particular when all others have fallen.
Julio, et non alii, defeats the Royals 6-4
