So I guess this is the part of the show where I give you some over-blown quasi-professional summary of who we are and what we do. This is generally where people mis-represent themselves as being some sort of legitimate news organization or something other than a creepy dude who sits in his Mommy’s basement pecking away at a keyboard as cheeto powder lightly falls off the corner of his mouth.

While I’m not nearly as lame as those guys, I’m still pretty lame. I’m married. I have kids. I have a good career. But I really love baseball. So after years of fouling up forums, polluting Facebook with baseball-related posts that only I’d care about AND  having some weird childhood regression deal where I think my opinion still counts and matters to people – I finally decided to do what I should have done in the first place and got a blog.

I swear, I could probably talk about baseball forever. Its so bad, that my wife is conscious of it. But I can’t help it. I like it that much. I can’t think of a game that tells us so much about who we are as people. Just the very nature of the game speaks to what we all wish the world would be like – a place where we’re judged, praised, and even loathed for the results we produce. After all, we step up to the plate and swing for the fences every day. Sometimes we enjoy a trip around the bases that exceeds wildest expectations. Other times, we have to deal with our failures in the most public, painful way possible with only the hope of another day to comfort us. We’re hot some days, and cold on others. If life were more like baseball, we’d probably all be better off for it.Baseball wants us.It’s honest. Sometimes it’s brutally honest. But at the end of the day, it’s the only game in the world that gives us a real look at who we are, not just as individuals, but as a group and even as a culture. It’s a ball, a bat and you. And it wants you to play.

Enjoy my blog,

Hunter Golden

hunter@baseballnewengland.com