It's about fucking time I posted something

Hi. I'm the other guy who does the blog. As I've had a rare run of professional work to do, and Scrabulous to play, I've been absent lately as Ben has been putting it down like a vintage Timmy Wake, all quality, all the time, to the tune of 18 posts in a row. '95 and '98 TW, to be specific. Timmy dubs was the shit. (Top Gun style: "He was a good man." "He still is a good man." "That's what I meant.") That was back in high school, I'm 30 now, and the Sox can sign him until he's 55, if they so please, at $4 million per. If Dikembe can do it, why not Wake?

The most astonishing thing about Timmy is that he didn't even start with the Sox. He pitched in the 1992 NLCS for the Pirates as a rookie. I don't remember him pitching per se, but I remember that series. Those Pirates teams were awesome. Ah yes, nostalgia. While we're on this particular block of memory lane, let's take a moment to remember Tom Brunansky, and that time he hit five home runs in the last three games of the season. That was freaking fantastic.

Shit, while we're on bookends, and as we approach Opening Day, let's also remember the time Jack Clark hit a grand slam in the opener against Toronto. I had a half day for that game and got home in time to see that home run: holy crap, I can't remember any time — and I'm going to use a writer's term here — that the season seemed so pregnant with possibility. Yeah baby, preggers. Bring on game two!

With Opening Day now eight days away, let's put this to a vote: how many of you are going to get up to watch the game? As I just (re-)entered the 20th century by acquiring cable television in my own home, I'll be on ESPN2 at 6 a.m. Tuesday. Wednesday... probably not so much. But seriously, who's watching?