How quickly things change. On March 1, I was one of 15,000 people watching the Chicago Cubs play a spring training game at a ballpark in Mesa, AZ. It was warm and sunny, the beer was cold, and I had not a care in the world.
Seventeen days later, there’s no baseball—no sports at all, in fact—no office, no school, no restaurants, no bars, no business meetings, no club meetings, no gym, no theater, no trade shows. I can’t even go to church. Main Street in the city where I live is a ghost town. Can we hit rewind?