November Sucks and I'm Guilty

Did I mention I hate this time of year?  We had our first snow of the year here in Wisconsin, which thankfully didn't stick (but it was a forewarning of things to come), and the lack of news makes it hard to come up with original topics to post.  Unless you have insider information (not like this), all a blogger can do is spew regurgitated information that's been spewed and regurgitated multiple times already when they want to write about Hot Stove happenings.  Since Tony Reagins doesn't have me on speed-dial (yet) and I'm not on Scott Boras' payroll, all I can do is re-write what I've read on other websites.  I don't want to do this...too much.  I admit there are things I read that I find interesting that I want to share, but most of you have probably already read it too.  When I first started writing for this site, my plan was to write about the Angels and baseball in a different way.  From more of a personal angle.  It's not that my life is interesting, in fact, my life is so mundane and boring that if I were to write strictly about me the title of this site wouldn't be "The Halo Is Lit", but "I'm Boring As Shit", or "The Life Of A Twit".  My goal for this site was to be more along the lines of Josh Wilker's Cardboard Gods.  If you haven't visited his site, you're missing a very good read about baseball and Josh's life.  I wanted to write about the Angels foremost, but interject some interesting and hopefully amusing personal tidbits that others would enjoy reading. 

For some reason I have a hard time letting things go and carry with me a lot of guilt.  Guilt that I should have been a better husband and father, should have provided a better home-life for my family, volunteer more...sorry, some of my time to worthy causes, etc.  Bascically the typical guilt-trip stuff that others are able to get over, yet I tend to hold on to.  For example, my dad died quite a few years ago and one of the first things I thought of was the last time we went to a baseball game.  It was a home game for the Angels against the Toronto Blue Jays and we had tickets from my wife's law firm...good seats between third and home on the field level.  At one point during the game, Lloyd Moseby hit a foul ball our way that I ended up getting.  It landed a few seats to my left in the row in front of us.  After we sat back down, I asked my dad if he had tried to catch the ball and he said, "yeah, until you knocked me down."  (no, this isn't me)  What's better than fathers and sons at a baseball game?  Nothing, until you knock the old-guy down going after a ball.

The other day I was spending sometime over at Halo's Heaven, something I do about 8 hours a day, and I did something I normally don't do...I baited another person while responding to a comment.  The comment I replied to was in response to something I posted about the rumor that Magglio Ordonez might be traded to the Angels.  I am of the opinion Ordonez would be a good fit in the Halo's line-up and posted that opinion.  Another frequent visitor and comment poster to the site commented it would be a mistake to acquire Ordonez because he's old and on the decline.  The comment went on to read that the Angels could also sign Manny Ramirez, Raul Ibanez, re-sign Garret Anderson and trade for Jermaine Dye thus cornering the market of 35+ outfielders with legs of cement.  My response was "sure, get all those players and score more runs, win more games than the 2008 Angels and possibly win the World Series".  The problem was, the person I baited was Matt Welsh.  Matt is a professional writer, having recently written a book about John McCain, appearing on FoxNews as a political commentator, and deeply knowledgeable about the Angels.  Matt has written for the Washington Post, L.A. Times, and various other respected media outlets.  In other words, I was bringing a handful of spit-wads to a bazooka fight.  Fortunately Matt is so smart he didn't take the bait and ignored my comment.  I don't quite feel guilty, but I do feel kinda bad.  I suppose if you're going to get your ass kicked it may as well be by someone outside of your weight-class.

This cracked me up.

Daily Notes:

• Rob Neyer thinks this is embarrassing, I don't think it's any big deal.