Going Back Again
Remember me?You know, the kid with the umbrella.
I suppose my untimely disappearance on the eve of this year’s playoffs took some folks by surprise. Judging my some of the e-mails I received in the weeks that followed, I dare venture to say my prolonged absence actually disappointed a few people. However, as much as I wanted to continue peppering all three of you with my thoughtful, yet irrelevant hockey banter, I simply couldn’t resist taking a three-month sabbatical in one of the best coastline communities in the world – Westerly, Rhode Island.
I have to say, Westerly is a great town. The locals are nice and the clam cakes are dynamite, but there’s way too much baseball talk for my liking. I know it’s July, but there’s only so much Cesar Crespo discussion I can digest without hurling.
Over the past three months, I’ve quietly kept an eagle eye on the pro hockey scene. There have been times when I’ve felt compelled to start writing again, only to be summoned back to the shores of Misquamicut Beach by a blonde-haired, brown-eyed golden retriever. Nonetheless, I knew there would come a time when I’d force myself to get back in the game, and I think now is as inconspicuous a time as any.
I should let it be known that my future work will not nearly be as lengthy and in-depth as some of my previous material. My leisure time is severely limited these days because of work and school obligations, so I’m simply not able to construct full-length columns on a consistent basis. Still, that doesn’t mean I intend to put a leash on my provocative nature. Anyone that has read my previous work knows that I will not hesitate to nail someone to the cross if I feel such treatment is deserved.
Then again, I’m no Bill O’Reilly, either. I don’t go looking for trouble. It usually comes looking for me.
I’ll be waiting.
posted by Joseph @ Friday, July 02, 2004
