“The baseball season grinds on in its plodding, determined fashion, but the average fan isn’t expected to accompany every step of the voyage. There are days like these, when the weather is nice and the lawn needs watering and the inevitable result of a terrible baseball team hardly requires us to devote three hours in observation. This is why writing is hard, and why there is such appeal in being a dilettante. Days like this make me want to write about politics, or food, or insects.”
