Barcelona

Earlier this year, I realized that I no longer identified as a baseball fanatic. While I still tune into the random game and keep up with my favorite podcast, I’ve continued to be at peace with my decision to embrace new interests and to appreciate the role baseball played in my life. Last Sunday morning found me waking up with our puppies to catch every minute of Apple TV’s televised broadcast of the Gran Premi de Barcelona-Catalunya (Barcelona-Catalunya Grand Prix) starting at 7:50am EDT. The announcers and pundits analyzed the turns, times, and tumult from the qualifying session the day before as I prepared my tea, fed the pups, and settled onto the couch. My favorite driver, George Russell, was on the pole just ahead of seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton and I was excited for the start of the race. As previously agreed, I woke up my 16-year-old son at precisely 8:50 - 10 minutes before the race was to begin. If not for him, I wouldn’t be watching the race at all, let alone…