Here’s a weird thing Jim Harbaugh just tweeted.
Trying to get inside Harbaugh’s mind is a dangerous proposition, but maybe he meant this to be a poem?
It reads much better in verse.
What happened to dust
in baseball? A puff of dust
sliding into a base? Dust baked
to a sweaty uniform?
I miss dust!
Now just imagine Harbaugh snapping his fingers as he recites it.