As mentioned in the inaugural edition of this feature, “The people in my neighborhood” will periodically highlight the work of some of the (for now, anyway) lesser-known bloggers with whom I’ve had the pleasure of conversing and who, on occasion, loiter around ShysterBall comment threads waiting for you to make a mistake and then pounce on it like a hobo on mulligan stew. Friends of ShysterBall, as it were, of whose work you may not be aware if you’re just clicking the same bookmarks you set up back when the borderline Asperger’s dude from the IT department brought you your new machine after you spilled a Coke Zero on the old one.
Like I said last week, this isn’t some popularity contest or Deadspin commenter audition, so if you think your blog should be on here and it isn’t, I’m not shunning you; I just forgot or haven’t seen it or something equally innocuous, so just shoot me an email. I won’t promise that I’ll always feature it, but if you update pretty regularly and have something interesting to say, I’ll certainly be reading it and getting around to you eventually.
With that out of the way:
What will the next week hold for these magnificent blogs? Hell if I know, because I just got all ten volumes of Y: The Last Man from the library and plan on reading them to the exclusion of all else over the next few days. Baseball is everywhere. A story about the simultaneous death of every male animal on the planet save one guy from Ohio and his pet monkey who are subsequently hunted down like dogs by neo-Amazons only comes around once in a while, and it’s moments like these you have to savor.