But then it get worse: Major League Baseball announced it was canceling the remainder of spring training and delaying Opening Day. You don’t know what you’ve came until it’s gone, the old saying croaks. Baseball will not, it seems, be the space my family whiles apart the hours here in the “hot spot” that is New Rochelle, and I’m OK with that because a date without athletics in America — never mind weeks without boasts in America — might be exactly what we need to understand what living in the middle of a global pandemic conveys.