We adapt. The fundamental thing people love about baseball is its tradition, while being constantly in flux. The framework for the game gives a sense of stability, but can you imagine your 1950’s fan of Ted Williams and The Mick looking at today’s game? The game evolves.
Who knows when the season will start, and does that matter? As we consider our responsibilities to each other, baseball is trivial. And essential.
The wordplay in the title is a cue that though I’m going to be home for the next few weeks, it’s really a shout out to the writers I know. It seems I have time to write.