Josh

The name is Josh. You already knew that.

New here. Never posted. Probably should have by now but that’s very Josh of me and I’m not apologizing for it.

Red Sox. Always. Don’t start.

The Yankees are the Yankees and I don’t need to explain what that means. You either get it or you’re wrong. The Red Sox have broken my heart in ways a normal person couldn’t comprehend and I would not trade a single moment of it. That’s what real love looks like. You don’t get to pick the team. The team picks you and then it makes you suffer and you say thank you and you mean it.

I haven’t written anything here yet. That’s the thing about a blank page — it just sits there being blank and very confident about it. I respect the confidence. I don’t respect the pressure.

But here we are.

There’s a version of this post where I tell you everything about myself in neat little categories. Bullet points. Organized. Digestible.

That’s not happening.

What I’ll tell you is this: I showed up. To the site, to the page, to this particular paragraph. Showing up is underrated. Half the people who were going to show up today didn’t. I did. That’s Josh.

This is the beginning.

First post. New Josh smell. It’s a process.

Happy to be here.