I shut everything down.
When things shut down around me in the past few days, I knew that mitigating a fast-spreading virus like COVID-19 would mean more than just shuttering all sports, museums, concerts, and big things.
It meant even little businesses like mine should shut down, too.
So, I closed my Yoga studio, cancelled my massage clients. And, here I sit.
Because, isn’t this what it means to “do your part”?
But, if the bars and restaurants and movie theaters are still open and people are still going, am I just wasting my time?
As I said to some of my clients, “I don’t want to see you on Monday and then have to call you on Wednesday and say, ‘Hey! Guess what I just tested positive for?’”
If closing is the right thing to do, why do I feel so terrible about this?
OK, that helped to say all that.
Now that you’ve kindly read through my “stress dump,” we, of course, need to get to the nut of things …
This virus has taken away baseball. It has taken away sports. It has taken away my “Happy Place.” Maybe your “Happy Place,” too.
I have no back-up “Happy Place.”
On Tuesday afternoon – playing hooky – I sat in the stands at the University of Virginia’s Davenport Field in our luxurious new season seats that look straight through home plate and right down the third-base line.
Freshman Max Cotier, on third and thinking about maybe, just maybe, stealing home. He didn’t steal, but he did score. (See, I told you … great seats!)
Virginia beat UMass-Lowell on Tuesday afternoon 24-5.
When it seemed clear that the game would be a major blow-out … and, you know, blow-outs and batting around in multiple innings can take some time (ultimately, three hours and 32 minutes) … we thought about leaving. It was getting late. Continue reading