Baseball Up, Trump Down

Hope Springs Sort of

Call me a Polyanna, but I can see Donald Trump beginning to melt down into a glob of garish-colored randomly-hair-streaked goo. And as we embark upon a brand-new baseball season with thank Heaven new rules against stacking the fielders in such a way that Derek Jeter would never have approached 3000 hits (and therefore would have had to step down much sooner because his glove, or rather his feet, alone, weren't good enough to keep his bat and his sterling personality and character in the lineup) --