Last weekend I needed baseball. Other sports wouldn’t do. I have a casual relationship with football, and, though I am likely to watch any NBA game that looks competitive, baseball is the only game I truly love. I know the players, who I’d like to have, who I think is overrated, and how I think the team I root for should allocate its resources. So last weekend when I craved a distraction, Mets GM Sandy Alderson, knuckleballer R.A. Dickey, and Toronto GM Alex Anthopoulos provided me one as the big trade between the Mets and the Blue Jays began to form.
Updates from our local New York columnists on the state of the negotiations filled my Twitter feed, and, as we drove by Citi Field, I explained to my wife what was going on. I had to keep her engaged because she might want to listen to the radio if I didn’t. And on the radio all the programming revolved around the massacre in Newtown, Connecticut.