One of my favorite bloggers from 2009, on hiatus most of 2010, has returned. Reintroduce yourself to Section 528. I'm not normally a fan of "gee, I haven't blogged in a long time" posts, but this one tells a helluva story about life and baseball. And I have more than enough to count myself as a lucky bastard. Despite the terribly foggy nights I�ve lived through recently, I�ve got a clean bill of health. Moved to a gorgeous new apartment in my still-amazing neighborhood, and have a home office to boot. Work has settled, and indeed I have more and new opportunities to do good things. While we don�t talk often, my ex-wife and I exchange occasional messages and, when I�m in her neck of the woods�she�s still out-of-state�we�ll have a meal. Other aspects of moving on proceed delightfully apace. I don�t know that I could have done all this, or become who I am at present, without the 2010 Mets being as lousy as they were. I mean that. If they�d�ve been better, chances are good that I would�ve missed it, or hitched my wagon too closely to their star. As September turned to October, if the Mets were in the postseason, I�d�ve tacked several more years onto my liver. If the Mets achieved the playoffs only to lose, I�d�ve hit a tailspin. Instead, while baseball is an important part of my life, I now believe I can do without it. Don�t get me wrong. I�d be the poorer for not having it. Baseball is a remarkable part of our society; a great diversion most of the time and great to get lost in whenever it won�t just cause you more harm. There is nothing wrong with getting heated about things in a space where the consequences aren�t thermonuclear war or a theological schism or the separation, for good, of all dogs and all cats. But if I didn�t exactly know where I end and baseball begins, I certainly do now. And I�m grateful for that. I now know what the hell I�m doing. I have to thank the Mets for making sure I missed very little last season. In a way, their mediocrity saved me from myself. I hope your experiences differ greatly: that in 2010, you lived an interesting and satisfying life, and the Mets made you want to tear your hair out or throw something at the TV, or check in on NASCAR and soccer instead. (Maybe not NASCAR.) (Maybe not soccer.) I had to go for awhile. Now I�m back. And oh, buddy, do I wanna have some fun. (The Ollie post has plenty of fiber to it, too.) I enjoyed reading that. Like it when real life can successfully be woven in w/ Mets baseball. Only so many articles/posts I want to read about TC's lineup selection today or whatever (one, if that). Reminded me a bit of that epic Big Al post from the mofo, but this one I kinda felt like the dude needed to get lost in a bottle for a few months & he'd come out of it. Big Al you hoped he'd steer clear of the bottle, but knew he wouldn't, then worried he'd never get back when he did. Someone post that shit already.