Welcome to Thursday Blog Day on July 9, 2020. Can it really be July 9? I know the quarantine made a blur of a couple of months, but I swear it was just Barbara’s birthday a couple of weeks ago. Her birthday was April 28. It’s really bizarre how the challenges of this Covid virus […]
It’s hard to fathom. It didn’t even make major headlines. It just happened because there was no other way for it to go. Due to Covid-19, there will be no minor league baseball in 2020. Well, let me make that a little more clear. There will be no MLB affiliated minor league baseball in 2020. No farm system seasons. No Rookie ball, no A ball, no Double A, no Triple A. There are some independent leagues, which operate without working agreements with Major League franchises, that are trying to make a go of it. For instance, our nearby and much beloved St. Paul Saints of the independent American Association are playing. But, Minnesota’s current Covid rules make it impossible for them to play at home, at gorgeous CHS Field in downtown St. Paul, so for now they are playing their home games in Sioux Falls, S.D.
I swear, I’m not the crusty and crabby old guy across the street who yells at you to get off his lawn. I’m not. Well, I might be, but I’m not that bad. I think. I’m pretty sure. I just have issues with getting old and getting stressed over things that never existed back in “the good old days.” Things that are purported to make life easier.
I got a phone call from Del Worsham yesterday. Hadn’t heard from him in quite a while, and I was excited to see his name pop up on my phone. And then he said “I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” He told me that Joe Spica had passed away the night before, dying in his sleep.