As I mentioned last week, we’ve been watching the Harry Potter series, all the way through, in preparation for the big premier on Friday. And as I witnessed yet another tragically horrid chapter in the life of young Harry, I realized that I watch way too many sad stories in my life, and I’m not even a Cubs fan.
But the Home Run Derby is the antidote, isn’t it? There are no death eaters or blown saves, just a bunch of brutish guys smacking gold-infused baseballs over walls into the hands of cheering fans. It’s the romantic comedy of sports activities.