RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL - Please allow me to introduce myself: I’m a baseball fan. More specifically: a lifelong, unswervingly loyal New York Yankees fan. I care not for other baseball teams, nor for other American sports like basketball, or that egregious misnomer “football”, or ice-cold hockey, where time is all that matters.

A true game is one where “it ain’t over till [somebody] sings.” Yesterday, on the eve of All Hallows Eve, a chorus boomed out, loud and clear:

“Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo!”

A month ago, I would have had no . . .

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