About Me

In early March of 2008, having nothing better to do, I decided to enter a contest on my local radio station, The River. It was a fake spinoff of a fake election to be president of a fake nation that had something to do with baseball. The winner got to go to two Red Sox games and become a sports commentator to the River’s sister station, WHMP.

One problem. I did not care about baseball.

Or some would see it as a problem. I saw it as an opportunity to vent some feelings about the sport that everyone was talking about as if I must be interested. You had to post something on the website saying why you should be President. This is what I wrote.

Why should you be president?: For far too long Red Sox Nation has been dominated by heterosexual men. Heterosexual men who have one thing in common, besides their heterosexuality: they care about baseball. But because we in the Valley are Different. And because Different is Good (TM), we deserve a Different kind of baseball president. And by that I mean that we deserve me: a gay guy from Greenfield who doesn’t give a crap about baseball. We need someone with this unique slant on America‘s past-time to tell the untold story of baseball, the slant that says: What the heck is everyone getting so excited about? It’s not the Oscars for gosh sakes. It’s not Rufus Wainwright playing Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall. It’s a bunch of guys in tight outfits wearing sunscreen without any moisturizer added in. (Hmmm, maybe that’s not such a bad thing.) Anyway I‘m sure I can mobilize this silent-but-bored constituency of People Who Don’t Care About Baseball to vote for me to be the first President of The Nation West. And as President I will discover what, if anything, baseball has to offer those of us who, so far, just don’t care.

And so began my journey. After losing the election and my airtime advancing the baseball apathy agenda, I launched this blog. Losing was not the end. It was only the beginning.