By his expression, Tim Anderson thought the question odd, which, given the context, it was. He’d been asked about his personal statistics while nearing the end of a 60-game season played in, around and through obstructions and complications, and then how he viewed them as compared to a real season. A normal season.
He narrowed his eyes. He discovered something in the distance that held his gaze. Maybe he repeated the question to himself.
How do I feel about my stats this year?
He returned to the conversation still, as far as he knew, a .