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Al:
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!
Mike:
Of course, because we are not the ones born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts...
Mike:
Those who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion.
Doug:
We are not that grown up.
Mike:
We are simple creatures, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles.
Mike:
We need to think something lasts forevah, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.
Doug:
Ladies & gentleman, boys & girls... let the 2014 Baseball Season commence!
Hart Brachen as himself:
Update to the previous post on the looming retirement...
I'm still mulling things over. As part of the mull wondering if as part of retirement if I should also peel back the Hart Brachen mask. This would allow the especially creepy among you to still see what I'm doing creatively (or not) outside of the Soxaholix ouvre. On the other hand, that also seems kind of self-indulgent. More soon...
Hart Brachen:
Well, here's the awkward truth my dear creepy readers. I went a week on vacation and not once, not a single time did I think about the Boston Red Sox.
There was a time not so long ago when no matter how remote my vacation spot I would have been incessantly checking Red Sox news all day long. And when not checking current news, I'd have most likely been sitting on the beach reading Bill James or some other baseball-themed literature.
Alas, after 3 World Series and 10 years of writing Soxaholix, that is no longer the case. I would say I'm jaded but I think that word carries too much of a negative meaning, as I'm not so much dulled and wearied as I am happy and content.
After very nearly retiring at the triumphant end to last season, I decided I'd stick it out for one more year through the end of this season, but now I don't think that is possible. I just don't have the fire in the belly anymore.
With that said, I also don't want to pull the plug on the community we've developed here.
It's a dilemma.
At times like this perhaps it's useful to ask, "What would Bobby Valentine do?" And then do exactly the opposite.
Your omniscient author in absentia:
See you Monday... at least that is the plan.
Your omniscient author in absentia:
Did I ever mention that last year I fell out of a hammock and broke a rib on my second day of beach vacation?
Your omniscient author in absentia:
Enjoying a little sun in what is supposedly one of the best surfing spots in world...
Doug:
Let me get this straight: The team the won 62 games last year and essentially fielded a AAA lineup is "outraged" that they face a Red Sox team with only 2 stahtahs.
Mike:
And one of them was Jackie Bradly Jr who really counts for 2, so quit your bitchin, there's your "premium" price right there.
Bill:
"I have no doubt about Bogaerts being a star..."
Bill:
"... Middlebrooks a 'potential 35 hr guy'"
Bill:
"...Jackie Bradley 'one of the greatest makeups ever encountered'..."
Doug:
You know it may cold as the proverbially witch's tit and there may be more (more!) snow in the forecast...