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Seems my blog/desperate cry for help has garnered the attention of the good folks at the Sons of Sam Horn Red Sox Message Board. I particularly like the 98% accurate line “good bitter fun…from the mind of a homeless lunatic.” Almost right on the money, except I’m not bitter.

Indeed, while I wish the Red Sox had paid me a little more, I also wish Jessica Alba was my personal love slave. Doesn’t mean I’m particularly bitter about neither coming to fruition.

The reality is I got to do what almost no baseball fan ever gets to do and won the World Freakin’ Series in the process. I’m eternally grateful to the Red Sox organization in general and Messrs. Henry, Epstein and Hoyer in particular. If any of them ever need any kind of favor from me (though I can’t imagine why), I’ll bust my substantial ass to try and do it for them.

Am I disappointed my Red Sox tenure didn’t last as long as I might have liked? Sure, but that’s mostly due to the nature of the business and my own shortcomings. Part of being a grownup is realizing that the reason you’re not king of the world isn’t because the stupid, evil and corrupt have conspired against you, but because you made plenty of decisions in your life that have prevented it from happening.

But being king of the world ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, and after getting over the disappointment of not getting to work in baseball the rest of my life, I’ve come to realize that it enables me to do all sorts of things I wouldn’t be able to do. Do you think Theo would tolerate me keeping this type of blog if I was in their employ?