Gone Baby Gone

At first, I missed the Mets. Then, I missed baseball. Now, I miss my blog.

I suppose it is like a drug, this blogging thing. I found it cathartic, I found it enjoyable. But now, it has gone the way of bike riding and summertime strolls.

I am watching the World Series tonight, but it's hard to watch and not root for anyone. I am not going to pull a lame Rudy Giuliani on all of you and feel some burning loyalty to the National League (although I do think the DH is the ultimate in wussy).

No Mets, no rooting. No Mets, no blog. Gone Baby Gone.