Ladies and gentlemen, I am sick. Like, really sick. I usually get sick once a year, suffer for a few days, hole up in bed and tell my friends and loved ones to just stay away from me, and then I get over it. My entire post-Thanksgiving weekend has essentially been spent in that holed-up state, and I’m still sick enough my leg muscles and back feel like someone beat me with a mop handle, and I’m honestly thinking an extra day off from work sounds really nice. I won’t take it, of course, but it sure does sound good.
The 2020 Viva El Birdos Top Prospects List: The Just-Missed List, Pt. 1
