The Sensemaking Absurdity of Blaseball

I never thought I’d love fake splorts this much.

Over the last week I’ve been gripped by an intractably riveting sporting event, one that has featured great feats of strength and endurance, that has pitted resplendent heroes against cursed villains, and that has held the balance of death and life itself in its contestation. No, this is not the impassioned throes of…