So, I'm back.
I realized with a bit of shock that I hadn't blogged anything since Tuesday. Tuesday? Heavens to Murgatroyd.
So here I am.
The Red Sox have apparently signed Rocco Baldelli and John Smoltz to contracts because, as we all know, it's 2003.
I actually had a pretty good day Wednesday, followed by two pretty awful ones-waves of work-oceans of it-buckets of it. I know, I should be grateful. But there are times when I'd gladly hand you my job, and its attendant paycheck. Thursday and Friday was one of those times.
I have been restlessly moving from book to book, lately. I finished the Baseball Forecaster, and then moved on to Bill Felber's "A Game of Brawl", about the 1897 pennant race. I then drifted again, polishing off a freelance writing project, and finally settled on rereading Roger Angell's "A Pitcher's Story", a baseball autobiography about David Cone. I just finished that minutes ago, and I'm back into "A Game of Brawl" again. I still have "The Savage Detectives" sitting here-it lost me once, but I have been meaning to start it again, and I took down a PJ O'Rourke book, too, but that didn't do much for me, either.
Nothing has grabbed me in a while-not in the way that "Twilight" did.
It's a little more than a month before pitchers and catchers report to spring training.