My goddamn computer ate my column. Four hours of work down the toilet! Luckily, I prepare my Notes section in a different file. This will be short, but there are some pretty cool things in here. Next week, unless my computer acts up again (I’m blaming Trump), I will be back on track.
That’s right, sports fans, I smell baseball. When I was a kid, sports were seasonal. When the seasons changed, so did the sport. It’s hard for me to relate to sports these days. Football goes all the way into February. God knows when basketball ends (seems like it goes on forever— in the Pros, at least). And baseball ends about when the snow flies. But it always begins in Spring and it’s Spring now. Almost.
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