"When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play in their ivy-covered burial ground?"

On baseball and existentialism

I love baseball. I love the quiet tension between pitches. I love the occasional bursts of roaring cheers. Most of all, I love that it’s a brief low-stakes escape from the dreariness of reality. At least that’s why I’m a baseball fan today. I’ve been a baseball fan since I was 5 years old, and my reasons for loving the game have shifted in the three dec…