The playoffs are great theater, and I look forward to covering them all year. But this Monday always reminds me that baseball really is about the regular season — it’s meant to be there for you, night after night after night. Even if the games don’t “matter.”
I miss it already.
You just had pancakes for breakfast. Your best friend is coming over to watch college football. There’s no school on Monday. Your parents don’t care how late you stay up. A perfect Labor Day weekend. You’re 41. It’s 2026.