Baseball is the only sport with enough downtime to support the melancholic soul. As a kid, I would block the sun with my glove and imagine it as a meteor coming down. In my final moments, would I run to my father in the dugout? Or my mother in the stands?
I let a lot of runs in
tiktok zoomers love the "corn kid" song which is the most doggo bacon early 2010s internet humor imaginable. sorry children you've become your worst fear, your moment in the sun is almost over.