Sometimes, there's nothing to say
Some excuses and updates
I started drafting Out in Left’s weekly post last Sunday, something about the psychology of FIFA president Gianni Infantino and his scheme to sell shares in the World Cup, but I couldn’t bring myself to finish it. I’m soccer-ed out. I’m Infantino’d out.
Also: American football’s preseason is a waste of time, and I’ll later be sucked in by the NFL’s gravitational force. I’ve written about that before.
In baseball, it’s the dog days, and people are wiling away the time until the playoffs by performing outrage over the Los Angeles Dodgers acquiring ace pitcher Tarik Skubal. Those people are brainwashed by billionaire propaganda. Parity is boring and bad for fans. I’ve written about that before.
Parity is bad, actually
The team with the highest payroll in American sports, the team that has mastered the art of deferred money, the team that has appeared in seven of the last ten semifinals, and the team that won the championship last year, is, once again, going to the World Series. That is a good thing.
Finally, and as ever, MLS is terrible. I’ve written about that before.
I do miss my San Diego Wave of the NWSL, but that’s soccer, too, and I am admittedly ignorant of the WNBA. There’s nothing for me to write about it, and it’s too hot to type.
Fret not. The lull ends soon.
I’m heading back to the Paris, where I'll dig into two new gigs:
I started contributing to Hotspur HQ, FanSided’s site for Tottenham Hotspur.
An exciting opportunity to cover French football (soccer) - more to come on this.
Here at Out in Left, I’m planning content around MLB’s impending and possibly cataclysmic labor battle. Early subscribers will remember the 2021/22 lockout as being the impetus for this newsletter. I want to return to these roots, and do so in a way that brings in non-baseball fans—or at least makes them understand why the labor fight this coming offseason is so important to American society and culture.
On top of all this, I’m returning to my writing studies at the American University of Paris. I workshopped a short story called “Sam’s’ last semester, and Rejection Letters recently published it. It’s a perverse love letter to San Diego. Check it out.
A New York Times Best Seller is next.