Don't Mess With Mr. In-Between

In case you didn't notice, I disappeared for a few days. I learned a valuable lesson while I was gone. If the Judge doesn't think that you're competent enough to stand as your own attorney, he's probably right. Live and learn.

Caution! Introspective blogger warning: I was just sort of burned out. I've been writing prettty much every day for almost two years now. When I started the ol' blog, I certainly didn't expect to be humming along for this long. I started it because I wanted to get to know the team, to know the players, to get a feel for the strengths and weaknesses, and also because I wanted to write. I do a lot of writing for my job, but it's tedious writing filled with ornamental flourishes, heretofores, whereases, and all sorts of formality. I hate writing like that. Simple is better. The blog started out as a way for me to get out of the bad habits my work-related writing requires.

I think I succeeded on both. I know the team. And I can string together a few words without too many semi-colons. (Even if I've gotten far wordier over the last year than I was when I initially started out).

There've been a few days where it's been a bit of a chore. But for the most part, I just sit and write. It flows easily.

That's been different lately, though. This year, it's been harder. Sure, the team stinking is a big part of that. But it's also been harder to watch the games. Fewer are on TV. And my mlb.tv connection has rejected me much more than it did last year. I shouldn't have to work to watch the farkin' games.

I don't particularly like the players on the team. It's hard not to like Zimmerman. And I've been following Nick Johnson since my days as a Yankees fan. But Royce Clayton? Pass. Jose Guillen? Headcase. John Patterson? Sigh. Is there a likeable personality on the team?

I don't particularly like Frank. I won't beat that horse now, but he's the wrong fit for this team, as he proves time and time again. If you have an underachieving veteran team, he might be able to whip them into shape for a few years. But this isn't that.

And then there's the front office. I'm harsh towards Bowden, but that's mostly personality driven. I can't stand the self-promoting salesman types. And I think that I'm so turned off by that PT Bowdenism and all the bluster that comes out of his mouth that I'm disinclined to give him a fair shake in cases where he might deserve it.

Is there anything associated with the team that I should like? That's the rut. Why should I care about the uncareable? Yet, I do. I am Wil Cordero's wife.

It's going to seem funny, but I'm really not a negative person. I'm not really happy-go-lucky, but I try to have a positive outlook on things. And the giant vortex of suck has just been getting me down.

I sat down a few times over the last week to write something, and nothing came out. Sure, I was happy with Zimmerman's walk-off -- even lucky enough to have been there for his extra-innings single. But it was just a struggle.

I don't know if yesterday's and today's entries mean the end of it. Did I just need a few days off? I dunno. I just know that writing shouldn't feel like a chore. And lately, it has.

Anyway, sorry for the ramble... I'll try to keep the personal indulgences to a minimum!