BUENA VISTA LAKE, Fla. – This is the beginning of what could be the last great assignment of American sports writing.
I am stationed in Walt Disney World, at the Coronado Springs Resort hotel, closed for seven days behind a cold beige door. I’m surrounded in these 314 square feet by Keurig mugs, two double beds, a truckload of hand sanitizer, the four gallons of ready margaritas I brought from home and a refrigerator the size of what I brought on three flights of stairs to my college dorm for the first semester, freshman year.
Just before 10 on Sunday evening, two gentlemen knocked on my door from the BioReference Labs. They are the only people besides me who are authorized in my room. And as long as the cotton ball gently sneaks into my nose and what they touch me along the inside walls of the throat won’t return any COVID-19 for the whole week, I will be allowed to leave the room with limited access to “the bubble.”
At the cost of …
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