Spaghetti

I'm a firm believer in the metaphor of throwing spaghetti against the wall until something sticks. Or something like that. It seems to work in most instances. (When in Rome...) This post is just a bunch of different things, since none of them are large enough for their own post, but not too small to let pass by without mention. So...

Can Red Sox fans stop booing Joel Hanrahan? Actually, can Red Sox fans stop booing everyone? No wonder Crawford, Beckett, and Gonzalez hated being here -- the Boston media has such a terrible impact on players. They (and fans) find reasons to hate on players and then talk about it to no end. Has anyone wondered what the psychological consequences of that are? Have the Boston media ever wondered how they would react if someone went around telling everyone that they suck? Allow me to be the first to say that the Boston media (and probably fan base, too) sucks.

I haven't blogged in a week. I need to stop having a week go by without blogging. I'm not sure if it's because I don't have time, or if I feel that some stuff simply isn't blog-worthy anymore, or some other third thing, but I'm starting to get annoyed at myself. I'm definitely going to keep blogging, and once the summer hits, I'll be on fire. Last summer had a lot of good blog posts for me, and I'm hoping (and expecting) that this one has some gems too.

There are only eight days between now and when the Baseball Statistics course will be over, which is scary. What's also scary is that I'll be done with school this time next month. Rising senior status. This is probably (definitely) something that I'm not done thinking (or blogging) about, but the fact that I'm now cognitively aware of the end of this year is weird. Speaking of time, I was close to another blog post about time, and how the end is nigh. This still might happen, because of what I just mentioned, but this too has been something that's on my mind.

I saw the musical last night, and it was hilarious, well-done, and overall fantastic. Which all of the plays that I've seen have been. I've enjoyed all of the plays I've seen at Stonehill, and will enjoy the two next year. I always almost cry when the entire cast comes back on stage after the performance, to do their bows, ovations, and whatnot. I dunno....it's just a surreal moment to know how much work they put into it, and to have such an awesome finished product.

I feel better now. Not that I didn't before, but I feel better than I did at the start of this blog post. Which is usually a good indication (in hindsight, albeit) that it was something worth doing. Hopefully more to come soon.