In a normal year, my son and I would have been to at least three or four minor-league games by now. We would have watched enough baseball games on TV that the non-baseball-obsessed people in the house would be longing for the end of the season. As it stands, the best we can do this year is keep an eye on the “summer camps” the teams are having and counting down the days until baseball comes back.
As a baseball fan, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this season. I’m nervous, first and foremost. I don’t want a player, coach, umpire or someone else in baseball to get seriously ill or worse because of COVID-19. I’m also excited, because I love baseball and have missed watching it. Then I feel guilty, because players are risking their health to play a game for my enjoyment. It’s just a really weird time to be a baseball fan.