It’s the magical time of year again, Febtober. It’s been four years since I’ve been psyched for postseason baseball, due in large part to Boston’s historic collapse, chicken and beer and Bobby Valentine.
Though I’m not that far into my 30s, it’s still weird to know that the last time the Red Sox were in the MLB playoffs, I was in my mid-20s. It’s a weird perspective, but it doesn’t feel like that long. It’s given me time to think, wow, President Obama went through his entire first term and got re-elected since then. The standard for cellphones has gone from flip phones to LTE handheld computers, and Miley Cyrus has gone from Disney childhood sweetheart to mega-prostitute. It’s hard comprehending all this. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Four years in the making