I know, this is late, but I brought back a little souvenir from Denver—no, not Covid, thankfully, but an old nemesis of mine, tonsilitis. My doctor was impressed that someone of my advanced years could get tonsillitis, but since I have no voice, I couldn't retort "well, I have tonsils, don't I?" and had to settle for a dirty look. This, however, is the first day I've been able to type in English—when I'm sick suddenly I'm fluent in Dutch, at least on the keyboard, so i must be improving.
So yesterday's game. The Pirates won, came back from behind, even.