I find it refreshing -- and a little bit amusing -- that this is the first Christmas of the three that have elapsed since I began writing for Baseball Time in Arlington some 34 months ago where I haven't felt compelled to lavish over-the-top praise upon the Texas Rangers and/or make repeated references to the "bright future" lying ahead of them. This is one year where it's just not necessary, because I don't like writing redundant things any more than you like reading them.
There is one redundant thing that I would like to write, however, and it's a simple word of unwavering gratitude: Thanks. I'm heartened by the enormous response that the high-quality work of David Brown, Jason Parks, Trip Somers and myself has received throughout this tumultuous calendar year. I'm pumped by the fact that the website has been smashing daily and weekly traffic records left and right during this month of December. Most of all, I'm touched that you're interested enough in what we have to say that you keep coming back. It's clichéd, but unequivocally true at the same time: without you, this place doesn't exist. I mean that.
I'm not certain what these next few months and years hold in store for my three cohorts, and I'm especially uncertain about what they hold in store for me -- truth be told, there have been times during this past year when I've been very tempted to hang up the cleats (almost entirely due to the enormous time investment), and perhaps that's the path that makes the most sense for me from a career-furthering standpoint. I sincerely hope things never deteriorate to the point where I do have to go down that path, however, because part of my identity is locked into this website and the effort I put into it, and I don't have any intention of losing that part of my identity -- or, for that matter, going out before I'm at the top. And so endeth my moment of holiday catharsis.
A very blessed Merry Christmas and happy holidays to each and every one of you out there, and above all else, take the words of the late, great Fred G. Sanford to heart ... love somebody.