Eight.Nineteen.OhEight

I stand at the intersection of two lives, one which has come to pass and another struggling to realize itself. In my passing I have seen the best and worst of the human condition, found solace in a vicarious relationship with America's greatest past time, and uncovered the bizarre affair between "fandom" and the life beyond the confines of sofas and HD. Being the pre-eminent authority on all things me, I will at times speak in inglorious detail about myself. Yet my intention is to demonstrate a new psychology (a therapy if you will) that I recommend to the masses. So be it let-downs and love, or billy goats and bleacher seats, my mantra remains the same: "there is always next year". In life as in Baseball the gods sometimes seem to be on the lamb. So may this serve as a post-modern confessional, a sometimes ugly, sometimes humorous, unscripted story about a guy trying to figure out the game of life through the metaphors provided by a game played in the dust. The story of Tyler Mauseth thus far.