September 10, 2001
The Daily Prospectus
For the past couple of weeks, I've been on the east coast, seeing friends and family, and generally having a good time. This past weekend, rather than catch the Yankee/Red Sox series, or watch Barry Bonds add a few more lines to his MVP credentials, I spent my time having a couple of long dinners with old friends, playing a round of golf with some of my family, and generally getting caught up in things that had nothing to do with baseball.
It makes for a lousy feeling come deadline time, but I can't say I'd trade the last 72 hours for any number of great columns.
Most of us have friends and family we don't see enough. Whether the problem is geography--my particular nemesis--or the day-to-day demands of children, spouses, careers, and a hundred other tasks, people who we used to see on a daily basis can drift into the ether of phone tag and Christmas cards and "I meant to call while I was in town, but...". It's a terrible thing, and you only realize how terrible when, in fact, you finally are able create the space for those people, and realize how much more full they make your life.
So to everyone reading this column, here's a small request: don't read BP this week. Take the hour you save, and use it to have lunch with your college roommate, or spend it on the phone with your best friend from high school, or plan a trip to see your cousins that live half a continent away. Everything you miss will be here when you get back next week, and you'll have plenty of time then to see what silly things I said about the Padres while you were gone. More importantly, you'll have the memory of that hour with an old buddy to savor.
Finally, to Derek, Paul, and Sue, thanks for two fantastic evenings of friendship and laughter, and here's hoping that soon enough, I'll conquer the geography ogre and we'll make them a regular occurrence.
Joe Sheehan is an author of Baseball Prospectus. You can contact him by clicking here.