The Office blogged daily for 11 years — as long as Rowland lasted in the majors. So there’s some symmetry, though we’re not done yet.
Maybe this will be our only post of the year. We won’t be posting daily. Weekly, perhaps. Certainly, my passion for the not-so-local anymore nine has waned, for a variety of reasons. I hate the Mallpark. I hate the game-day experience. I hate Mark Owens screaming at me. I hate the NASCAR-like musical selections (the three options in the Fan Jukebox on Opening Day: “Devil Went Down to Georgia,” Thank God I’m a Country Boy” and “Chicken Fried,” like we’re goddamn Alabama).