Baseball day

The most off-brand thing about me is that I am extremely into baseball. I promise to not talk about baseball a whole lot here, unless the Cubs win the World Series again, at which point I will become so insufferable that all of you unsubscribe.

Some days, though, just need to be baseball days. Baseball days are when you have a lot of feelings about baseball, and you kind of need to go on a soul journey about baseball before you can go back to your real life in the default world.

This past Tuesday was a baseball day. Two key players on my team were supposed to be traded, and the players in question were clearly miserable the whole way up to the official deadline that MLB sets for trades every year, because they like the city and have lived here for years and put down roots here, etc. Then, suddenly, they weren’t, and now they still play for us, kind of confused and jilted, with only a year left on their contracts.

The trade deadline was at 5pm. I watched it come and go on my phone as I got my bike out of the garage. I went to the show, it was great, and then I got home and it was announced that Vin Scully had died. I unlocked my phone to 87 unread texts and stood alone, in the same garage, in shock.