If you are reading this at the time of its publication and not on a cyber tablet in 2023 from your nuclear bunker: Congrats! You have officially made it to the waning hours of 2020.
You do not need me to tell you it was a terrible year for everything.
We did get to watch the sport we love in some fashion, but it wasn’t the same. A hundred fewer games, an underlying fear that it wasn’t worth it, and so much more made this baseball season an imperfect monster. A year ago the crack of a bat making hard contact was a rare treat reserved for the blown-out speakers of an ESPN broadcast.