Play Ball . . . Finally!
The crack of the bat is what I’m looking forward to the most. I’ll enjoy squeaking sneakers on the basketball court, maybe even the sound of a good check into the boards on the ice. But more than anything as sports return, I’m looking forward to the sound of a baseball being smacked into the outfield for a base hit. It might be a while before we can actually go out to the ballgame, but it’s always fun. (This is me in June 2016.) It’s summer. It’s the end of July. Sitting down and watching a baseball game is a normal part of my life this time of year. I’m hoping—probably against all hope—that the Phillies finally playing their long-delayed opener is another step back to normalcy. I’m looking forward to thinking about pitching matchups, who’s hitting where in the lineup, and, if we’re lucky, where we are in the standings. Thinking about run lines and money lines wouldn’t be bad either. It will certainly be a welcome change to the endless stream of noise about the “surging” coronavirus