You’re coming off a long, late ride with no day off. Or you’re playing an afternoon game after last night’s extra-inning loss.
You don’t know whether to scream or yawn. You feel achy, fuzzy, a half-second late. Grounds are growly. Liners are potentially lethal.
Baseball is way better than any other job I can imagine, but it’s not much fun on short turnarounds.
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