I found a way into the blog!

I am really excited to be able to post. Maybe too excited.

I was thinking about my relationship with sports. I like to think of myself as more sophisticated than I really am; I love to watch sports, but I am somewhat ashamed I enjoy such a visceral experience. My mood can visibly change depending on the outcome of important sporting events when they involve the teams I follow. In 2004, I had physical symptoms related to the Yankees/Red Sox American League Championship Series . Here is an excerpt from my journal at that time (the Sox would come back from 0-3 to win the series 4-3 in one of the most famous trips to the World Series):

I have lost my drive. Maybe it is the dizzyingly horrible Red Sox series with
the Yankees. Man, I hate the Yankees. It is a symbol of all that is
American, and horrible. Using force and money to get the best players,
assembled in a joyless march to victory. This was epitomized by the pick-up
of A Rodriguez after the Red Sox tried to get him...awful.

Maybe sports are a metaphorical way to work out issues in my life (now there is a personal revelation). Naah.