The Beach Boys “Endless Summer” is an almost perfect distillation of both a band’s formative years, while also chronicling the absurd, empty sunniness of the early-mid sixties. This Endless Summer time of year lends itself to fantasy baseball sloppiness. Schools are starting to kick into gear. Families are getting in last-minute vacations, we’re all trying to spend more time getting outside before life sweeps us along like so many fallen leaves in the river of time. Meanwhile, you’re driving your family across the country and you don’t check your lineup because of priorities. You had picked up Tyler Gilbert for a spot start in a head-to-head league that counts shutouts and no-hitters. You get to your destination, unpack, smile, and then check your team and a fragment of you withers away.
I won’t wither away, friends. I’m running on full spite, and won’t run out until I can forget that I dropped Eloy Jimenez. Luckily, my spite tastes like fritters. It’s not all bad!
Please, blog, may I have some more?