comedy gold

part of the fun of following the red sox for a whole season is the rich tapestry of a story that unfolds, most of which is generated by the events of real life and on the field, in the broadcast booth, and in the stands. the cast of characters including the players, the management, the media, dating show contestants, poorly-dressed fans, idiots throwing pizza, and julian tavarez. you’d think that with the vast array of weirdos in baseball, and on this team in particular, that that would be enough. but the other part of the story is the one that we make up. like how brian daubach was actually a pirate, and how manny ramirez is having a conversation with imaginary cartoon characters, and trot nixon was making mudpies in in the outfield. it’s like fan fiction, but you know, not creepy. having said that, my own imagination is nothing compared to the author(s) of basegirl, with their latest being a classic example.

there was a tradeshow that i could’ve gone to downtown today, and say, maybe taken a long lunch, but alas, it wasn’t really a well-received idea and i didn’t push it. sigh.