It has been hard, this self-imposed boycott of all things MLB. I have found myself reaching for a Baseball America, nearly clicking on my bookmark to Baseball Think Factory, tempted to re-enlist in my fantasy league . . . AND THEN. Then I see four dozen stories about dog named Hank that the Brewers have used to seduce the brain dead media to show interest in their second tier product, and the way the locals lap it up and line up in droves. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. It'd be enough to boycott the sport right there
Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
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