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There was a quaint time, not all that long ago, when we felt like each sport had its moment, and that extending beyond those boundaries was in some way unsavory.
Early April, for example, was baseball’s time. You could smell the peanuts roasting, the crack of the bat echoed across the land and fans of two different Chicago teams got to wonder why the heck anybody would play a sport outside in early April.
