WASHINGTON — If everyone would just grit their teeth, keep their eye on the ball and not the empty seats, Baseball would finally get to focus on baseball again. That was the plan, anyway. They played swelling music and raised a World Series championship flag in our nation’s capital Thursday, a heavy-handed metaphor about the political experience of pretending that everything is just fine.
But even from a seat in the press box — one of just a few dozen people who would witness the 2020 opening day live — I barely noticed.
Without the context clues from a celebratory crowd, the whole thing felt like a dress rehearsal.