No option to put it apart from this: I’ve been slacking.
Since Denton and I launched this weblog in April of 2004 — again earlier than individuals even actually knew what the hell a weblog was (and podcasts had been mainly science fiction) — our objective was easy: to chronicle each day as a Pink Sox fan. Because it seems, we couldn’t have picked a greater 12 months to begin a Pink Sox weblog (the total story could be discovered right here), and earlier than we knew it, Denton and I had been showered with e book offers (a minimum of one), TV appearances (a minimum of three), infinite SWAG (a fellow blogger despatched me a t-shirt) and, in fact, the women.
It turned out that 2004 was a launch pad for what can aptly be described as a Pink Sox Renaissance. One other World Sequence win in 2007. One other in 2013. And once more in 2018. And coming rattling near going to the World Sequence for the second consecutive 12 months in 2008. And we had been there to doc all of it, powered by booze and angst and unbridled fandom. We had been nerds who had been out of the blue drawing 1000’s of readers, tens of 1000’s of followers on social media, requests to point out up at bar mitzvahs, child’s birthday events and a minimum of one Cellular Prostate Examination Van.
Did the strain get to us? After all it did. Waking up in luxurious lodge suites, the style of lipstick and final evening’s whiskey in my mouth, the relentless name of the laptop computer, demanding extra content material. Each sport. On daily basis. Finally, it slowed down. Possibly a publish each different day. Then perhaps as soon as a homestand. The perhaps… as soon as a month? Denton finally moved on (and is a profitable novelist as of late, thanks very a lot) however I stayed. Simply me. And the puppet. Slowly feeling my will to reside drain away…
For the previous couple of seasons, Surviving Grady has lived extra within the social media realm than right here on this web site. However now, I’m again. A minimum of in the intervening time. It’s the goddam twentieth anniversary of probably the most unimaginable 12 months of our lives as Pink Sox followers, and if that doesn’t make you wish to hook up a Jameson IV, get Alan Embree’s face tattooed throughout your again and begin typing your balls off, nothing will. I’ve been a nasty blogger, however I’m making an attempt to alter. So let’s see how this goes.
And to the dozen or so of you who’ve saved the religion, come to this web site each few days to see if it’s nonetheless up and working, or despatched your undergarments to the puppet, I thanks. You actually are my individuals. As scary as which will appear.
