I don’t want to make this about me, and by this, I mean the singular this that hangs over everything we’re doing right now, all thoughts about what we could be doing, and fantastical dreams about the lives we were living before this. But the totality of it all is sinking in. Many of us are facing down the questions we’ve spent years trying to avoid. Those questions have now easily made their way inside, our halted lives providing the most generous doormen of all time.
This is not just about the first April since 1972 without Major League Baseball, although that certainly looms over all of us who would give anything to watch our favorite team take the field.