Well, I’ve just about worried my new five-article series to death.

A bloody death.

Like, cue the CGI, we’re talking a gore-fest.

I have chewed up, spit out and frenetically lapped back up every baseball stat known to man.

I have torn my opinions apart by their sinews.

I have taken farm implements to my self-worth as a writer.

It has been ugly and brutal and utterly par for the course.

This is me on a job.

Aren’t I pretty?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe