Summer’s a Slow and Anxious Season
I know one thing for sure both from my own experience and from various conversations I’ve been having recently: there’s something strange happening right now. I can’t put my finger on it exactly but it’s there. No idea where it’s going, but it’s real.
One hope is that baseball can be, as it so often is, a salve. Because after all here we are deep into June and the Orioles haven’t folded yet. Getting swept by the Mets was no fun, of course, but things still look decent overall. It’s going to be a fun series against the Nationals this weekend with both teams playing relevant ball for the first time since…ever?
Over in my latest guest post at MASN I argue that if the O’s are still in contention at the trade deadline they must be buyers. Click on through for my whole argument but the gist of it is that I don’t want to see this opportunity wasted. The longer the strong performance lasts the more real it becomes. The more real it becomes the more I want to see it last. If a smart trade can help that along then it’s a move that has to be made.
Tomorrow’s a fun thing to think about but it’s never guaranteed. And broadly speaking I feel like we’re all doing a little bit too much waiting. For things to improve, for things to stabilize, for things to start to make more sense. Once upon a time that strategy might have worked, but I’m no longer convinced that it does. These days I favor action.
Everywhere I look I see doldrums. It’s getting old. Actually, no, fuck that. It’s old. We badly need progress, and progress means accepting risk. So be it.