Nothing whatsoever of note happened in Port St. Lucie this afternoon. And it was the best kind of nothing there can be.
Pitchers pitched. Hitters hit. Or didn't. There was running. Lots of running. Tons of running. Get your running in.
Buncha guys got dressed up in their Wednesday afternoon finery, every gosh darn one of them. They looked fantastic. Whoever they were.
There was a score. It was inconsequential. It's not so much that I've forgotten it. I shouldn't have bothered to learn it in the first place.
Nothing happened. It was televised. They'll repeat it tonight. Definitely tune in. It's nothing worth watching all over again.