Timeout now for a Mother's Day note or two from the Blob, which expects sports can take care of itself for one day just as moms expect we can take care of ourselves for one day.
(A risky assumption, but, hey, Mom. Go big or go home).
Anyway ... I wrote this last Mother's Day. Except for the rain, and a different, less lunatic fringe-y governor, everything still holds true as true. Miss you, Mom.