So… I’m guilty. I have pretty much started the new year doing everything you’re supposed to stop doing. I don’t make resolutions (unless DRINK MORE COFFEE counts?),but I have spent the last 11 days altogether slacking on life. Will eventually answer emails and clean my stuff up and all that. Maybe on Opening Day or maybe not. Further updates at a later date.
Anyway, in baseball news, the Hall of Fame announced who they will be inducting this year and the answer is nobody. Not even in the Odysseus sense: nobody with a capital N. Just nobody as in nobody because the baseball writers are on a power trip and really we need a new way of voting so that arbitrary in a way that suits us fans a little better. A hint: arbitrary is arbitrary, no matter how you spin it. No one was inducted this year. Life goes on.
Moving right along.
This past month or so has been pretty sleepy, mostly, with the new CBA pretty much guilting everyone into finishing up their offseason early, as was intended, I think. Catchers and pitchers (in)voluntarily report to Spring Training a month from tomorrow. There are still a few players floating around and a cover guy for MLB The Show to be picked, but otherwise, crickets
In the meantime, I am entertaining myself with movie award season. My Golden Globe prediction ballot is all filled out and I’m still celebrating about Beasts of the Southern Wild and Silver Linings Playbook knocking everyone else out with their sort-of-surprise Oscar noms. And recovering from the shock that Trouble With the Curve didn’t, like, clean up.
Justin Timberlake is a man of many talents. Baseball broadcasting, sadly, is not one of them.
Diamond Girl

