A word from the wilderness

by Backpageman on May 6, 2009

Greetings, Nation. It’s not often that Backpageman puts down the pipe and speaks from the heart. The truth is, over the past few weeks I’ve been feeling a little like Brett Favre, the Hamlet in the helmet. (Well, Brett Favre in December. Not Brett Favre in May. Can you believe that fucker is trying to come back again? Go. Away.)

I’ve just been bored by sports in general and by the Mets in particular. (I’ve been calling it my Metlife crisis.) Don’t get me wrong. I still put on the games. But I get little pleasure from it. And I’ve started to think about all the hours I’ve wasted watching. I mean, do I really expect something wise and interesting to come out of that huge head of Ramon Castro’s in a post-game interview?

Is this — I shudder at the thought — a sign of maturity? Is this a cumulative effect of having lived through too many seasons? Or perhaps it’s just the dead-arm period that a lot of Backpagemen go through. I’m not sure. I’ll keep you posted….

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