This is probably not the first time I’ve written something like this, though admittedly I haven’t looked back. I’m certainly not the first or only one to write a piece of this nature, but it came to me tonight.
There are two things that people will inevitably ask me when I tell them that I write for a blog. The first question is, “What do you write about?” The second question is “Do you get paid?” Maybe it’s because I’m used to it, maybe it’s because I don’t care, but I answer the second question with a non-chalant “no” just about every time. Perhaps I’m non-chalant because I’ve been asked it a bunch. Or maybe I’m non-chalant because I just don’t really see the whole no pay thing as a big deal. Don’t get me wrong, people, if Moshe and Larry were offering checks, I’d take them. Anyway, it’s safe to say that money isn’t my motivation for doing this.
So what are my motivations for writing this stuff every day? First and foremost, I love baseball, just like you guys do. I’ve loved baseball for as long as I can remember–playing it, watching it, talking about it, whatever. Baseball has been a huge part of my life and at some point, commenting on message boards and forums stopped fulfilling my need to express this deep love I have for all things baseball. So primarily, as obvious as this sounds, my blogging was born out of a love for the game. Of course, when I started this in 2008, I thought my love for the game had reached its peak; there was no way I could enjoy baseball as much as I did then. Luckily, I was wrong. Writing about baseball almost every day for the last three plus years has only deepened my adoration of this game.
I’ve learned to love this game more because of exposure, not just to numbers, not just to perspectives, but to the people from where those numbers and perspectives come. You readers, you other writers, you are the ones that make me love baseball even more every day. You, collectively, are the reason that I keep this up. With the varying opinions that you all present on a daily basis, you challenge me to better myself and my writing as well as delve deeper into the game. Thank you. You have no idea the impact that you’ve had on me.
And this last one, this is one that just dawned on me as I wrote this. I’ve mentioned it before in various posts, but only now am I realizing it. My grandfather Louie died in July of 2006. That is when my obsession with baseball started. I loved baseball before then; I was enamored with it after. Baseball was one of the biggest things that connected me with my grandfather and during his demise and after his death, I found solace in the Yankees. Every inning I watch feels like I’m watching it with him. Every word I write, I feel like I’m writing it for him. I’ll never get him back, but I feel him with me each time I sit down at my desk to write about the Yankees. He never read a word that I wrote about the Yankees, but a part of him lives on with each keystroke.
Sure, it’s nice to be pseudo-famous and have my opinion looked to by many people, but those reasons are secondary. Whether it’s for the game or for people–both strangers and and cherished relatives–I write because of love.