OK, so I had my whole evening planned. I would put on some comfortable clothes, get a bowl of grapes, plop down in the busted recliner that I still love dearly, and settle in to watch Shohei Ohtani pitch. What a thrill!
Every time Ohtani pitches, we’re treated to something historic, something magnificent. People my age, well, our grandparents saw the Ba…
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