August Reflections
Unfortunately, like the Braves, this blog has turned out to be an enormous bust this year. It's my own fault, no one else's; and since I am, to my knowledge, the only visitor to this blog, I write this only for cyber-posterity, for I believe that all experiments, no matter how futile, should be thoroughly documented.

Don't let the tone fool you. I write this with a light heart and an ear for humor, as well as a blogger's sense of the possible. I have no reason to be hung up, after all. I'm the only one here.

It is obvious that the Braves are in a rebulding year -- obvious, that is, to everyone but them. True to form, they made yet another bad pre-deadline trade, dealing off a piece of their future for a short-term fix, made even more pointless by the fact that their chances of making the postseason this year are slim and none.

But unlike the Braves' management, I am fully aware of my limitations, and do not intend to attempt any last-minute heroics with this blog this season. Like the Braves, it is done, at least for the short term. It will, however, go on, although in what form I cannot say with certainty at this point. While I will likely continue to write about the Braves, there is a good chance that they will not be the primary focus of this blog in the future. I will doubtless continue to write about baseball; but baseball may not always be the focus. After all, there is so much else going on in the world, and much of it is interesting. And absurd. And maddening. It deserves to be written about. And let's face it: the Braves suck this year.