It’s been almost two months since I did ANYTHING with this site. And the funny thing is, I always read other people’s websites and am so profoundly annoyed by the lack or sporadicness of updates. I always thought: “That will never be me!” which is also what I say when I see some auction/classified for massive beautiful speakers some poor guy’s wife is making him sell, or when I hear guys in their late 30s at Fenway talking about their line of work with their drunk buddies for the ENTIRE game.

Yet, here… look at the post dates for this and the last, and I’ve become everything I have ever hated. Tonight I will wear a polo shirt and a Titleist cap to the sox game, get up every half inning for beer or bathroom, come back to my seat when a pitch is being thrown, talk incessantly, forget where the runners are on base or cheer for the wrong team to lead off an inning, and then find a woman in the stands who’s dressed like she’s going to a nightclub even though she’s just at a baseball game, propose to her on the scoreboard 2 innings later, then find out she loves Bose and have my Paradigm’s sold on ebay by the time I forget her name during that evening’s drunk mediocre sex. And who won the game again?

Or I can just try to post more often.

And this is not a knock on my fellow season ticket holder Art and friends who control the seats behind me, who I truly enjoy, even tho they spill beer on my periodically and call me “Stat Boy” when all I do is read the Globe sports section every day. And the Herald. And the Eagle Tribune. And ESPN’s mlb page. And Buster Olney. And Rob Neyer. And Gammons. And the ProJo. And some Sports Illustrated. And baseballmusings.com. And mlb.com. And Dirt Dogs. And of course Bill Simmons. And sometimes the New York Sports sections. But not Sons of Sam Horn, cause I can’t post there which is bullshit. Although I saw Sam Horn the other day. That guy is huge. Like Tom Cruise is not.