• Good to bad

    As much as I felt good for Edwin Jackson the other night, I felt bad for Jason Hammel and Jon Switzer last night. Although I didn’t see the game (it wasn’t on TV here), Hammel and Switzer apparently didn’t pitch very well… continuing a trend on the big league team. Both (particularly Switzer this season) have been lights out in the minors. It’s really too bad it hasn’t carried over.

  • Exit, Karl Rove

    A few quick thoughts (I haven’t had time for anything more than first impressions):

    1. Is the devil you know better than the devil you don’t?
    2. Is a quiet resignation, followed by a lucrative book deal really that satisfying?

  • Judging me by my cover

    You may not know it, but I’m the guy with the hair. For most of my life, for better or worse (mostly worse), I’ve been identified by my hair. In high school, my sister once famously pointed me out in a large crowd (at a football game) by saying, “look, he’s the guy with the hair.” Amongst family, it was the anglo-fro.

    Yep, that was me.

    I say that *was* me because my wife cleaned me up. Wives/fiances/girlfriends are good for that, and in many, many ways… I needed a good cleaning. She delivered.

    But in some respects, I feel like a fraud walking around with a neatly trimmed, close cut do. There’s a certain comfort/freedom in making bad first impressions, and easily living up to (and exceeding) them. Besides, in my mind I still see myself as that shaggy headed goof in college; not some neatly trimmed, gasp… somewhat competent adult/professional. Being neat carries so much baggage… so many burdens of expectation. Why can’t I look like a goof if I want to?

    Being sick has been liberating, in that I’ve been able to revert to form – the guy with the hair. My wife hates it, but I feel so free.