Be back soon...

I know, I said I'd have some stuff to say within a couple of days of being back from Germany.

And now it's been two weeks and I haven't said anything.

I do have lots to say. I've been amassing a list of shit I want to talk about.

But, things are a little nuts at the moment. October is typically a very busy month for me, socially speaking. And with my team in the running, well, it's that much more.

I'm trying my damnedest to remain rational, as I watch this fantastic season I've just seen fly by begin to crack at its foundations right in front of my eyes. I've never been (and I don't want to become) one of those Fever Pitch-esque types who live and die by their teams' every moment; those people who obsess over each nuance of each game. And I think that while I've been watching intently, either by TV or in person at Shea Stadium, I've been good and have decidedly not been That Guy.

However, it is affecting somewhat my ability to concentrate on extracurricular activities, such as writing. If I had to guess (or at least hope), my money says it's more from the consecutive late nights out than it is from my mind spinning with permutations of postseason outcomes. But whatever the root cause it's fucking my shit up, to put it succinctly.

Tuesday night, the first off-day for the Mets in almost a full week (though they're talking about the possibility of another rainout on Monday night), is a good target for me to say a little something more. I'm exhausted by the NLCS. I can't even imagine how the players must be feeling.