The problem with not writing anything for a while, or a long while, is knowing where to start when you finally return to the keyboard.
What’s the point? Who will actually read this? What interested me that I’ve already forgotten?
The last thing I published was in June, 2013.
It’s not to say things haven’t interested me in that time, and I have surely filled up multiple notebooks of things I discovered, or things I wanted to know.
I’ve written biographies and game reports for various Society of American Baseball Research (SABR) book efforts, like the one about Bobby Thomson that was essentially an ode to my father, who loved the moment in time with Thomson his the game-winner in the final game of 1951 that clinched the pennant for the New York Giants.
But these contributions are research efforts, not timely accounts of something that occurred in the now and present.
