Since 2004, I have seen my interest in the off-season slowly dwindle.
Before that, when there was no way of knowing if the title drought would last 85 years or 185 years, I'd follow the rumours, trades and roster moves as closely as I could. And during the season, I obsessed over every single game, especially when there were stupid managerial decisions. And in the pre-Tito era, there was plenty of those. Hell, I was often furious after wins.
Winning a World Series championship changed many things about the nature of my fandom -- all of them impossible to predict, or to prevent -- and this is one of them. It's not that I don't care. It's similar to how I now feel after games: winning is fun, but if the Sox lose, well, it happens and there's another game tomorrow. I seem unable to muster the energy or focus to dissect managerial decisions in the type of detail I did in 2003 and 2004.
And during the winter, I feel some obligation to put up a post every few days, at the very least. (I have given up saying stuff like "Don't expect more than one post a week", because I never stick to those statements.) Without the blog, though, I'd be happy if I were transported directly to Opening Day. Hand me the roster, tell me who is percolating in Pawtucket, and let's get to it!
So what am I doing? I'm working on a book proposal (music-related) that is due at the end of the month. I've been sleeping with a CPAP machine for the last 10 weeks and thinking I should be seeing better results than I have had. I'm thinking about JoSapalooza '09! I'm currently reading (appropriately enough) "Doing Nothing: A History of Loafers, Loungers, Slackers, And Bums In America" by Tom Lutz. (My subtitle up top comes from a quote from a 1780s London magazine, The Lounger.)
And Truck Day is two months away.