This was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a good night full of excitement for another debut of the next Baby Bomber to make it to the big leagues this season. It should have been like Tyler Wade’s night and Miguel Andujar’s night.
Then it rained for three hours.
Then everything hurt, especially my heart.
A game happened after that, but it didn’t feel like it mattered all that much. If you want to read about it, you can do so by clicking here. If you’re smart, you’ll take the visual representation below and save yourself the trouble.
I’m sad. Get well soon, Dustin.