Christmas Time In Texas: Act V

Yeah, this was pretty much the only Christmas-related baseball image I could come up with.

When I acquired the deed to this parcel of blogosphere real estate some five years ago, I never imagined it would grow into anything like this -- or, for that matter, that I'd be able to leverage my work in the realm of baseball analysis into an opportunity that could ultimately vault me into the corporate world. I suppose that's actually 180 degrees removed from the desired end game for most of the Rangers blogosphere's heavy hitters.

Because for the guys like Adam and Jamey and Scott and Mike and Josh and Pras, their involvement in this obsessive little pursuit of ours came about after their "real" careers had already materialized (or were already well on their way to materializing), and after their lives had already settled down to some extent.

As for me, I'll be moving to Dallas within the next two weeks, beginning graduate-level classes within the next three weeks at the university I've wanted to attend for quite a long time, hopefully embarking upon the career trajectory that I want inside of the next calendar year, and ... well, I have baseball to thank for a lot of that, and this website to thank, and all of you to thank as well. It's been an awfully fun ride, and it's a good thing to believe that something you had fun doing (for the most part) helped you realize several of your dreams at the same time.

Not that I have any intention of stopping, mind you. BBTiA isn't going anywhere, and even though every project has a finite lifespan, I'm certainly not even going to entertain the possibility of letting this thing die out before the Rangers win it all. Besides, where would I go to rant on about suspect media opinions and Michael Young's dog-training ability and Ian Kinsler's body language if I did that?

It's probably occurred to you by this point that this isn't a very Christmas-like post, and if that's what you really wanted out of us this morning, you're out of luck. What you will get again, though, is our thanks. Thank you for reading us, supporting (or hating) us, and caring about what we have to say. 

A very blessed Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you, and, above all else, take the words of the late, great Fred G. Sanford to heart ... love somebody.