As an outline yielded to coherent thoughts early Sunday night, some old friends proposed an online beer. Given everything everywhere, putting off work in favor of social engagement was an even easier decision than usual.
If I had finished writing this article before that video chat, I could have just emailed it to them when the six Notre Dame fans had one question, “So, Douglas, will there be college football this year?”
Thus ended the hopes of relaxing with my beer.
I’m not an infectious disease expert, and I don’t play one on TV, so I gave them the only honest answer I can, “I’m preparing as if there will not be a football season, because I quite literally cannot afford not to be ready for that if it becomes the reality.