The Miami Marlins, itinerant virus epicenter and leaders in the National League East, on Tuesday evening remained cloistered in their Philadelphia hotel rooms, the reward for being decent at baseball and for nearly half of them spitting positive.
They’d learned midday they would not be playing baseball again for at least another seven days, that news coming amid 60 hours of disorder that began with a series of jarring test results. Somewhere along their travel route — Miami to Atlanta to Philadelphia, across four or five or more days — they’d been exposed and exposed hard, this guy, then that guy, then another, and then enough of them to threaten even the fragments of a baseball season.