Every few days, I sit down to write something blogg’ish.
And, every few days of late, I abandon the task.
It seems that every time I sit down to write, the news overtakes whatever it is I’m thinking about. Baseball musings take a back seat to the pandemic, to wildfires, to hurricanes, to floods, to racial injustice, to politics, to despair.
What I’m left with is a discarded pile of unfinished thoughts that I don’t have the heart to recycle.
Here are a random few of my most recent abandoned words. It’s all I have for you …Embed from Getty Images
Baseball celebrates Jackie Robinson Day every year. Players of every color wear his number 42. We are unabashedly proud of this. We act like we single-handedly destroyed racial inequality on April 15, 1947.
Abandoned, September 13, 2020.
If this baseball season is so efficiently compact and the games nipped into shortness – seven-inning double headers, super-speedy extra innings – why am I so tired?
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