Monthly Archives: November 2014

Congrats to Kershaw

What an honor. Clayton Kershaw won the National League’s Cy Young and MVP awards this week. First NL pitcher to win MVP since 1968.

My second-favorite pitcher, Jeremy Hellickson, was traded from Tampa Bay to Arizona today. Sorry to hear that, because now I’ll have to cheer against him more often.

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Posted by on November 14, 2014 in Uncategorized


Jumping out of bed

I started a new position at work this week, one with a lot more responsibility.

I was honored to be thought of for the job, and I look forward to the challenge.

Still, it’s hard to leave behind a role that I was really good at. Climbing out of bed has become a little bigger chore this week as I prepare myself for an uncertain day.

I like to use baseball analogies to put things in perspective. In this case, I bet it’s very easy for Clayton Kershaw to jump out of bed on the morning he has to pitch. He’s so good and so talented and eager to attack the day. That’s how I felt about my previous job.

A middling triple-A player, meanwhile, whose next error or strikeout could mean a demotion to the minor leagues, probably has a tougher time rolling out from under the blankets each day. For guys like that, it’s a struggle to compete against the best players in the world, and those pillows feel pretty good.

So I’m telling myself to keep grinding, as all the major-leaguers do. The games never stop coming, it’s just one after another — in baseball or in my business. If you have a bad day, there’s no time to feel sorry for yourself. Gotta get up and attack the next day.

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Posted by on November 12, 2014 in Uncategorized


Left to face the fall and winter alone

“The Green Fields of the Mind,” by A. Bartlett Giamatti

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.

The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and

And then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.

You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.


Posted by on November 7, 2014 in Uncategorized


Reading a ‘Junie B. Jones’ book before bed

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Posted by on November 5, 2014 in Uncategorized


Update: She loved the fort!


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Posted by on November 5, 2014 in Uncategorized


Maisa has a surprise waiting for her

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Maisa asked me to build a fort for her on Sunday. We never got around to it, so I thought I’d do it today on my day off. Looking forward to seeing her face when she gets home and sees it.

Oh sure, it’s a modest fort, to say the least. (Approximately 100 square feet; I had a hard time getting everything to hold together and not fall over.) At any rate, I think she’ll enjoy having a new place to read her books.

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Posted by on November 4, 2014 in Uncategorized