It's possible you won't find this of any interest, but it's been a long damn time since I've put anything new in this space and I figured I'd like to at least keep it on life support.
Ever since I lost my outlet for columns at the Boston Herald - long story short, they declared bankruptcy; editorial staff was let go; new staff apparently don't care for my stuff - I've been in a state of semi-depression. I counted on that not only as a source of income but also as an outlet for creativity. I could have come here and written some stuff, but I felt like a failure after all of your support through the years.
Now that softball season is once again here, I'm bringing in some cash via my usual involvement with the M Street Softball League in South Boston.
I'm the official scorer, somewhat of an assistant commissioner, and I also umpire a game or two here and there. One of my joys is writing a column on the website each week, detailing the previous week of play. What can I say? I love the sport. It isn't writing that would make me eligible for a Pulitzer, but it's writing about something I love. That's always worthwhile.
[Upper left is a bird's-eye view of the field]
So, here's a link for my latest over there.
http://www.sbsports.com/softball/default.asp
A select few of you will recognize some of the people I mention. Most of you will have little idea why I care or, more important, why YOU should care. That's OK. I understand the limited appeal, so if you read it and start to snooze, I won't be angry.
Anyway, yes, I'm still exploring other places to write, I'm at least thinking about things to write even if I'm not actually writing them yet, and I'll land on my feet because God always takes care of me. I'm mostly out of my depression because watching, playing, and writing, about softball, does that for me.
Thank you for all of your kind words in other places such as Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/jim.sullivan.1654, if you care to find me there) and I'll be back here on Wednesday with something about My Mom, so I hope you'll be back then. You wouldn't want to disappoint My Mom, would you? Of course you wouldn't.
Soon, with more better stuff.
11 comments:
Dam i was about to buy the domain for this website they wanted 50 cents i offered 29 was hoping for them to go at least 44
I swear this is not jason atton
Not Jason Atton sounds somewhat familiar, but it’s prolly my imagination.
Mr. Sullivan, sir, it is a tribute to your writing that you are the only sports writer i am willing to stop and read. You made the right call on the bat, and Mr. TK is to be commended for telling the truth.
By the way, when is your book coming out? Or has it? Because i want a copy.
You write the yellow pages I'll read it. I'm totally sure it would be amazing. Couple of names for you (God'truth). Husband Armand Foote, wife Reddy Foote or than there's Isophine Hoar...�� you're welcome!
I love you all. Thank you!
The Boston Herald went bankrupt??????? With you as a writer?????? I can't believe it!
Yeah, I know, right? :-)
I'm thankful that you have posted here again; I've missed you.
It's not like that I don't "see" you....'cause I do. Even though I've never seen you. Am I babbling and making little sense? Good. That means I'm up to my usual drivel.
But....I have missed you here. Glad that Suldog is still kicking and going strong. You always will. God takes the best care of you. I thank Him for that.
Hugs from here to there....
J.
PS
Oh! The "Eye" photo on your linked article made my heart hurt for the guy. Thank you (and all) who enforce the composite bat rule. Hopefully, it will save others from such a devastating injury.
You really sound in need of a hug and a chat. I am sure things will turn around for the better because they do when you absolutely believe.
I was beginning to worry that you'd have to remove yourself from your own blog roll, for not posting in the requisite period of time. . . ;)
Anyway, good to see you out and about in blog-space again, altho I'm sure we don't pay quite as well as the now-defunct Herald.
I still shudder when I think of the time I was playing a softball game with a group of kids at a summer camp, a few years back, and I hit a ball on the screws, and hit a kid in the face. He went down like he'd been shot. Fortunately, we'd switched to the safety 'mush balls' a couple years previously, so all he got was a couple black eyes. But jeez. . . scared the hell out of me. . .
(And just between you and me and the lamp post, you ought to be able to tell a composite bat from an aluminum one just from the sound it makes. . .)
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