There’s something strange and disquieting about trying to parse just how hard his employers tried to restrict an infectious 35-year-old man from going where he wanted on the day that his team won the World Series. But no more strange and disquieting than the more expansive, serious reality of a country besieged by a pandemic that has killed nearly a quarter of a million people.
It’s uncomfortable to consider the levels of culpability when we’re talking about real people, issuing blame without having been there. I know that. But it’s no more uncomfortable than giving birth in a face mask without family around.