A little update: Covering the 2020 presidential campaign was an incredible, unforgettable, humbling adventure and the honor of a lifetime. I couldn't be more grateful for that or for this: starting today, I'll be the national baseball writer at the Washington Post.

During two years spent chasing presidential candidates everywhere from snowy Iowa roads to crowded Vegas ballrooms, those roads always seemed to lead me back to baseball -- whether it was arriving early to a Pete Buttigieg event last year so (cont.)

I could sneak over and watch the College of Southern Nevada play an early February game beforehand, accidentally analyzing Bernie's launch angle at the Field of Dreams, or bursting into tears on a plane crowded with Kamala Harris staffers on a Columbus, Ohio tarmac when (cont.)

editors asked if I wanted to take a week to go cover the Nats in the 2019 World Series. And if there's anything I've learned over the last two years, it's that this world is so much more fragile than it seems and chances to chase joy are never guaranteed. So anyway, here we go.