I revived my SNY.tv column today. The new post is here. As I’ve mentioned before, I never meant to let that spot lay dormant so long. I figured it would be shut down or replaced by this blog by now, but for a variety of reasons, it’s still there. And since I’m the editor of SNY.tv, I recognize that it reflects poorly on the site to have a column on the site without any new posts for six months.
As is often the case, I didn’t say all I wanted to say. I had noble intentions, but I think I missed my mark a bit. It’s about the picture below, but also about omens and signs and hexes and all that stuff, which comes up here sometimes too.
If I grapple with all that too frequently in this space or others, I apologize. For a while now, baseball has seemed microcosmic, like a chalkboard that helps me sort out so many big-picture issues in a more digestible fashion. And I initially aimed to construe that through the column. I think I’m a little rusty on longer-form writing.
Anyway, here’s the photo of me and Nomar Garciaparra that prompted the column. If you look really closely, you can see Mia Hamm reflected in Nomar’s sunglasses. She took the picture. Also, I needed a haircut:
Tedquarters 
Wait, you are the editor of ALL of SNY.TV? Thats pretty damn cool actually?
Well I’m far from the only person who edits the site; Tom Boorstein does way more of the heavy lifting. But my title is “senior editorial producer,” for what that’s worth. Mostly it means I go to lunch with our writers sometimes, and work with them on topics when they’re struggling for ideas and such. And I’m held responsible at SNY in the rare event that something goes awry.
I met nomar and Mia Hamm a few years ago at the baggage claim at o’hare. I was first shocked that multi-millionaires pick up and push thier own bags on one if those carts. Both seemed to be pretty solid people.