If you aren’t careful, the days start to blur together. On the surface, people live unsexy lives that consist of days that tend to repeat themselves. Eat, commute, work or school, commute, eat. Another eat in there somewhere. It can be hard to remember when any one thing happened.
As the luster of a new baseball season wears off and we settle into the lethargy that late spring brings, the games too begin to blur together. Especially when the team isn’t winning, it’s hard to remember if any particular moment happened on Tuesday, Monday, or even last week.