Brian Murphy

And now for something completely different: optimism?

I have two words about these Puig-to-the-Giants rumblings.

The designated hitter in the National League. Pass the vomit bag.

Or, as I like to call them: Three Fountains of Hope. Or, the Trilogy of Belief. Or, the Trinity of Optimism.

And now we are all grappling with ghosts of America’s Original Sin: slavery, and the systemic racism that has taken root in our culture ever since.

As an old sportswriter, I keep a keen eye on my ink-stained colleagues. I still love to read them. When the Murphy family hard-copy newspaper hits our driveway every morning, it’s the sound of loyalty.

As if 2020 wasn’t surreal enough, we’ve now found ourselves somehow reliving the 1994 baseball strike in the middle of a global pandemic.

Could it be true? South Korea was not only starting a 144-game season, but ESPN would broadcast the games? Live ball?

We’ve all been bobbing and weaving, trying to survive the stoppage of life that is the CoronaVirus pandemic, but then came the news that may require a standing-eight count in my corner.

Only the all-conquering, all-powerful NFL could pull off the the COVID-19 draft, or as Roger Goodell might have wanted to call it ‘Pandemic Pandemonium’.