|"Just remember if it ain't white, it ain't right."--Norman Dale|
This may come as a big shock to you but we don’t have a massive global following here at The Money Shot. I'm too old and lazy to be sending out links to bigger sites and whatnot. We dance with who brought us here and we do it because it works. It’s not like we’re all of a sudden going to get a new influx of people to banter with and against. And that makes sense because we aren’t trying to add strangers into the mix. As Norman Dale once said, “my team is on the floor”. You all are my team. No one is replacing you. Like it or not, we’re one big family of assholes, too. Think about it: you aren’t talking to your actual family every day of the week, are you? If you are, that’s weird. That is sort of the distinction. We aren’t all “friends” but we are a little online family that likes to argue with each other and that is important. It should mean something to you. It does to me.
I’m not trying to single people out here but recently we’ve had some issues. I honestly don’t know if we're stepping over lines or if some of us are just being a little too sensitive but it is causing a rift. And that sucks. We don’t want that. That is not what we’re about here. We aren’t a bunch of cyber-bullies. Hell, we pretty much all know or have at least met each other and that’s great. When you can put a face and a handshake with an online moniker, that’s big. The FACT that we have all met up (three years running) is pretty goddamn special. Let’s not piss this uniqueness of that away because of petty name-calling or not being able to handle us rooting against your favorite team or whatever it might be. News flash: we all want everyone else’s teams to lose.
Look, we all have shit going on in our lives that effects how we interact here. I’m no different. You want to know something about me that has me losing sleep and constantly anxious and thus causes me to be short with people?
About a month or so ago, I was informed at work that our entire administrative office was going to be centralized down in Cincinnati. We had the options of relocating (fuck no), leaving, or waiting to see if the company could find another place to put us by the end of our fiscal year (7/31). Right now, I’m on the wait and see team. Like I said last Monday, I had an interview that would provide a pretty sizable raise and they asked for references so hopefully they are serious. But as a guy who prefers to deal with certainties, not knowing if I have gainful employment come August 1st isn’t very cool. Now I just have to make sure that I don’t take the wrong job just to have a job, but find something that is the right fit professionally and financially. What this means for the future of this site? Fuck if I know. Did I mention that my daughter is due around then?
I’m not going to lie. I am so scared. I am absolutely petrified about this whole “being a father” thing. Everyday, the wife keeps getting fatter (no offense) which only makes this more real. Like I said, I am very particular about knowing what is going on and I don’t know shit about this. There is SO MUCH that goes into this and it is ridiculously overwhelming. Between painting a nursery and putting together all the furniture for the nursery and parenting/birthing classes and 500 baby showers and day care costs and you know CARING FOR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING—it’s a fucking lot to deal with right now. With all of that said and my umpiring schedule the way it is, the next weekend that I have free to myself will be when I’m dead. And I’m still tasked with doing most of the dog walking, grocery shopping, and cooking. I’m holding it together—don’t worry about that at all—and don't feel bad for me (I asked for this) but it isn’t fucking easy and it is weighing on me A LOT.
So with all that said, my life isn’t exactly the fucking cat’s ass at the moment. I love this site (even my commenters) and the escape that it provides. You can probably guess that I don’t care much for some anonymous commenter calling me an idiot for some random thing that I said about Derek Jeter a month ago. RS, Ape, and myself have agreed to provide a small distraction in all of our pointless and shitty lives each and every week day for the price of a fart because we like doing it and it is important on some level. Sometimes we all forget about that and it’s why, every few years, I need to bring everyone back and remind them what we’re about.
The Money Shot is a brief respite from real life. It allows all of us a few moments to cock off or take shit or share stories from the past or talk about food until we have another stupid meeting or have to go run an errand. Some days are better and worse than others and occasionally we go over the line. As a great man once said, DEAL WITH IT. Over the past few years, we’ve only lost one commenter and I completely understand why considering what he wants in his future. I’m not losing anyone else. None of you are going anywhere. You’re stuck. This is your shitty team and we are all a part of it. No Commenter Left Behind. Now go run a few laps around the track and hit the showers.
In conclusion, can we please start trying harder to get along (or at least be less douchey)? As our most infamous asshole might say, GIVE IT A REST. Yes, that’s all I have for today’s post. Feel free to discuss baseball or the Final Four or whatever (perhaps tales from Damman/Dut/Buke’s foray in Vegas?) while we patiently wait for Ide’s Game of Thrones premiere recap later. God bless and thank you for your support of the world's greatest website.