Checking in
Hi there. Sorry I’ve been silent. The holidays, my job at the factory, plowing the fields for winter harvest, and of course there is no baseball. But I’ve recently pulled myself out of a pile of my own urine and vomit created from listening to local buffoons talk about Clemens and Schilling, and how if Clemens didn’t start injecting himself with steroids on the plane from Boston to Toronto, that Schilling would right now be the greatest pitcher to live and Clemens would be giving lessons at the Sunny Palm Baseball Academy. Seriously, I actually have to turn off WEEI because it’s so bad it makes me want to beat my cat with a hammer.
Baseball season can’t get here quick enough.