Tomorrow was supposed to be Opening Day.
We have been thrown an Uncle Charlie for which we were unprepared. Life’s like that sometimes. But this time, life has followed up the wicked curve with a 100 mph fastball aimed straight at our head. Now we get to see what we’re really made of on the inside. Pick yourself up, do your best Rusty Staub and take a breath so big that it flaps your lips when you let it out, get back in the box and do what needs to be done.
Don’t let the bastards win.