DECATUR, Ga. — It is sometimes difficult to tell where Rob Friedman’s professional work ends and his hobby begins. On a visit to his home outside Atlanta, Friedman occasionally will stop midsentence, glance at his phone, and then take off sprinting in the direction of his home office.
“Oh, there we go,” he said, running away. “He just struck out the side.”
Who? It didn’t matter.
It was a Saturday, before the pandemic, which was already growing serious enough to threaten the 2020 season. But as long as there was baseball on somewhere — any baseball — Friedman’s responsibility wouldn’t change.