I've been missing for a week. I'm sorry. I've been at a cancer convention in Chicago which is like the equivalent of Six Flags for us livewire pharma types. (O'Brien: "You're going where this week? I don't understand the logistics of this. Are there like Tommy the Tumors walking around a la Goofy in Disney World? Stage 4 Sam?" No.)
At any rate, while ASCO was excellent in the sense it was rife with hot-off-the-presses cancer research, it also made following baseball a complete impossibility. (I found it touching, though, whenever the client would give me an update on the game. Especially since they don't like the Yankees. I think living in New York City has made me wildly appreciative of the smallest favors.)
But I'm back now. Just in time for the subway series. And just in time to introduce a pistol of a baseball fan, and it should say something that I love his writing. Kinda like how I used to crave Sports Guy columns against my better judgement, before he went all Hollywood and became a shell of his former self. Similarly, Matt Strachman is a Mets fan and he knows his shit about baseball, which is a desciptor that can only be applied to maybe 3 other people in the world.
But he's made the ultimate sacrifice and deigned to go Yankee-centric for the sake of perhaps adding some element of objectivity to this blog. Of which it is historically devoid. Cheers, Matt (heretoforth known as "His Dudeness.") And thank you!