I don’t know why I had never noticed it before.
It was mid-March, a week or so after the infamous Jazz versus Thunder cancellation sent the entire sports world into a tailspin. I was driving around downtown San Jose on the phone with Drew Romig, a college roommate and teammate who had recently moved to Nashville. I had called just to check in, to catch up, when the conversation turned to the pandemic. As we talked, I noticed something weird: for the first time since I had moved to San Jose back in January, I didn’t feel the claustrophobia of Northern California traffic.