LAKE BUENA VISTA, Fla. — This is the beginning of what could be the last, great American sportswriting assignment.
I am stationed inside Walt Disney World, at the Coronado Springs Resort hotel, locked for seven days behind a cold, beige door. I’m surrounded in these 314 square feet by Keurig cups, two queen beds, a truck load of hand sanitizer, the four gallons of ready-made margaritas I brought from home, and a fridge the size of the one I carried up three flights of stairs to my college dorm for first semester, freshman year.
Just before 10 o’clock Sunday night, two gentlemen knocked on my door from BioReference Labs. They are the only people besides me who are allowed in my room. And so long as the cotton swab they gently shove into my nose and the one they brush along the inner walls of my throat do not return any COVID-19 all week, I’ll be allowed out of the room with limited access to “the bubble.”
At a cost of…
