“Sis, you love baseball like a poet,” my late brother teased me one evening, “don’t even try to get what a foul ball is!” He was spot on.
I couldn’t tell you what a foul ball is if my life depended on it. Yet, baseball is one of the things I miss most during the pandemic.
What is spring without opening day? Is anything more isolating than not being able to cheer on your home team (go Nats!)? Our country had baseball even during World War II.