“We shall see.”

“What does the season hold? Baseball is the OG reality show, all bases-loaded drama and triumph or else caught-looking third strike ennui and sadness, sometimes all in the same game. But it’s not scripted. There is no thumb on the scale in the editing room as there is on reality TV. “

I saw miracles and wonders, freakshows and heroes, and a veritable inland ocean of corn, corn, corn.

If I set out to ride my bicycle 85 miles from Ottumwa to Mt. Pleasant there is only one question to answer. Did I make it? If so, I succeeded. If I do not pedal all those miles and up all those hills, then I failed.

It’s binary.

It’s the prospect of going somewhere I’ve never been before under my own power and not beholden to anyone about where I go nor when I come back.