The lack of baseball started to hit me today for the first time. With it being a relatively nice, sunny Sunday, I got outside and did a bit of cleaning and yardwork while the kids played in the front yard. It was the type of day where I would typically have radio on, listening to an afternoon Cubs game. This will likely be the first of many such days where everything "seems" normal in my little bubble, but obviously it isn't. All my summer routines are going to be completely different. Cubs radio broadcasts normally play in the background for much of my summer and it is going to be weird to possibly have an entire season without any baseball. I have resigned myself to the fact that any baseball in 2020 is highly unlikely, but until today I hadn't really processed what that would be like. All the usual disclaimers apply - There are more important things than baseball, etc. I get all that and fully understand, but it isn't going to make me miss it any less.