No Spitting!

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I’m torn.

Baseball is maybe, possibly going to come back in July. Of course I want to see the Yankees play. I want to wake up and think about the pitching matchup. I want to see Cole on the mound, Gleyber in the box with the bases loaded.

But will the players be safe?

They’re going to need some rules. No high-fives, no hugging, no spitting.

Wait?

What???

No spitting in baseball?

Can the game even be played without spitting?

Of course, there are big problems. The owners want to make sure they don’t lose money so even after the players took a pro-rated salary, the owners want more money back.

One piece of advice:

Don’t bicker over it!!

No one is in the mood to hear millionaires and billionaires bitch about money.

Blake Snell of Tampa went off, saying that playing at all is a waste. Not worth the effort.

Yet, they need to figure it out...

...maybe they can set aside an area to spit.

Truthfully, I’m skeptical.

Texas opened a couple of weeks ago.

There are more cases.

This thing didn’t go away.

We haven’t lessened it in anyway.

Maybe the players can stay safe

We definitely need the distraction.

The thing we all must consider is that death is permanent.

88,000 people aren’t coming back.

Spitting or not...

...it’s all gotta be done smartly.

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