Today is my 35th birthday. It's also been a year and a half since I've posted to this blog. A lot has changed. This will not be a "Sorry I haven't posted" post. Those are the funeral dirge of any blog. Once you've gotten there, it's already over. And this might be over too, although I hope it isn't. It will, however, be that most annoying of tropes, the meta post. I want to talk through some of the things in my life that have changed, and how that's affected my writing, and think about possible directions I'd like to take with all of that, moving forward into my quattuordecennial year on planet Earth.
The first thing that happened is that I got a goddamn job, which was goddamn good. When I started this blog, it was in large part a creativity and energy outlet toward the tail end of a six month period of unemployment. I needed something to do at the bar, you see. For the last year and a half I've worked as a commercial printer, which is a much more creative and mentally and physically active profession than you may think. I've stayed busy, and that's sucked a lot of time and energy away from my writing, here and elsewhere. And these days, although I'm still sometimes to be found at the bar towards midnight (now, for instance), the beer or two I allow myself just doesn't afford the time for the research and writing process that goes into one of these essays. Sorry everyone, I got a job and I'm drinking less. Necessity's a bitch.
The second thing that happened is that I met a girl. I think she's the one. I've been in a lot of relationships in my life, but never anything like this. We're talking about moving in together in the spring, which is something I've never done before (really), but I'm very excited about. Things are good. I'm really happy. Fact: happy people don't write. So I'm in love, working, and drinking less. Sue me.
I moved. Here. It's beautiful.
I've been going to a lot of games. Here. It's really beautiful.
Really beautiful. You oughta see it. And the baseball's been fucking good. The Saints played .740 baseball last year before getting bounced out of the first round of the playoffs. This year they look better. It's been an unbelievable ride. I've been to a fucking lot of games. It's been good, man. And independent baseball, the Saints in particular, are everything you're told as a child that baseball is about, but you never got to see because you were born too late. It's baseball heaven. I'd give my left nut to work there. I want to write more about the Saints in the future, and the American Association and independent baseball.
I haven't divorced the Twins. I still have season tickets across the river, and I've been bleeding out my goddamn eyes with this team all year. It's been an atrocity. But they're still the Twins, and I'm still Pete. I'll go. And I haven't divorced Major League Baseball, although I look at it with a much more jaundiced eye than I used to (and I already did). Of course everyone wants to see the highest level of competition. But the Saints have shown me that there can be more to baseball than just that.
That's what I've been up to. Precious little writing, none of it here, obviously. I do want to change that. I want to keep writing about the history of the game I love, and I want to start writing about our strange little corner of the great drama of baseball that we get to watch play out here in St. Paul. My heart's still in it, now more than ever, really.
Stay tuned. We'll see what happens.