So what do one man’s underwear, another’s bloody nose and piping hot soup have to do with baseball broadcasting?  I’m glad you asked.

The good folks at Baseball Prospectus invited me to write a guest column today.  Per usual, I overwrote:

The Future of Baseball Broadcasting

Now I’m not the boss of you (or my kids, as I understand it), but I’d encourage you to visit Baseball Prospectus if you’ve never tried it.  What the heck, even you BP veterans are invited!

They serve heaping portions of thought-provoking stories every day.  You’ll like it.

I’m not sure why they asked, but I was tickled to contribute.  Do me a favor and check it out.  And feel free to share it with all your friends.

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Also, this website is going to change.  It’s not under new management or anything, but it’s going to change.  Specifically, I plan to post more regularly.

I haven’t set a schedule yet — and I’m open to suggestion — but as we get closer to Spring Training I figure it’s time to experiment.  I think it will be fun and I hope you’ll come back often.

I’ve got a lot to figure out these days.

Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking about one of my favorite sculptures by Auguste Rodin.  He called it “Eternal Spring” and completed it in the late 19th century.

Originally from the late 19th Century, Rodin completed this marble version in 1907.

Pretty racy stuff for the time, no?  You might also find it called “Eternal Springtime” and if you look closely, you’ll find it in his “The Gates of Hell.”  He used it a lot.

I like the juxtaposition.  Is this some sort of shameful act for which we’re destined an eternity of brutal heat and no cable TV?  Or does it exude the thrill of new love, hope and fresh beginnings?

My glass is half-full on this one.

No sense in looking back.  The future is full of excitement and opportunity.  Pitchers and catchers report in, what, three weeks?

Eternal Spring!