Writer's Block?

In my storied career as a blogger (nearly two months), I have yet to come across a case of writer's block like the one I have struggled with over the past seven days. I guess the creative juices have their own ebb and flow. Or, my left brain is tired and sore.

This past Saturday, I had to defend my very existence as a blogger. Both friends claimed the internet to be a place for children and those looking for children. I believe my counter argument was compelling, though I can't be sure as I was many beers into a very long day/night.

The next day, my family and I celebrated my father's 59th birthday. This year, when I hit the 3-0, I will for the first time be more than half of my father's age. What do I have to look forward to? In 2037, will I constantly tell my son how great Derek Jeter was and how all of the contemporary music sucks? Only time will tell...

Before I end this post of nothingness, I understand there are a few new readers to this blog, bringing the total up near 3. I would just like to welcome you all.

This weekend will include a stay in one of New York City's finest hotels and dinner at one of our trendier restaurants. I hope to share details shortly.

In the words of Johnny Drama, "Victory!!!"

Apologies

All (or should I say "Few")-

I'm sorry to have left you for a few days. I wish I had an excuse, but I don't. It would be one thing if I wasn't falling asleep on the couch in the middle of the afternoon as I watch Mike and the Mad Dog sans Mike. But, that's exactly how I spent my Thursday afternoon. That's right. I was not at the gym, but was rather dozing in and out of sleep with Chris Russo debating the merits of giving Mariano Rivera a contract extension filling my subconscious.

Not much else to report on this front. Personally, as much as I love Mo, I don't believe the Yanks should give a 37-year old relief pitcher a big contract extension. Let's wait to November for that. I like the way the Yanks are moving. I wouldn't label them the favorite to win the World Series, but I think they stack up just fine with any other team. As usual, it will come down to their starting pitching.

If I need to need to refer to my rapidly disappearing youth, I will point out that as I type I am watching Mr. Baseball with Tom Selleck. Takes me back to the Summer I spent in Japan 9 years ago. 9. Insane. My Junior year in college. 9 long years ago. I could have finished college twice between then and now. How have I chosen to deal with this? By trying college again, of course.

Once again...

Let's flash back to January 27th (all you really need to do is scroll down). That was a day that I lost to the drinks I consumed the night before. Today suffered the same fate (that is, if you consider napping for 4 hours at my girlfriend's parents' house a wasted day). So, how will I respond to my frustration of losing a precious Saturday afternoon? By doing it all over again tonight, of course. Anything to try to reclaim the youth that I am losing.

To the one of you that will read this...

Hello All-

I have finally settled an internal debate that I had been having with myself. So, today will mark my first post that is not related to turning the big 3-0. I need to update 6Mto30 more often and I could not possibly continue to write about the day that is approaching me faster than my roommate moving towards a drunk girl at Jake's Dilemma. The only problem is, I can't think of anything to write about. Here are my options:

- The diaper wearing murdering astronaut - played out.
- Penn Quaker basketball - might alienate the only reader I have (you know who you are).
- Global Warming - might not be too convincing these days considering it's 4 degrees in NYC and the Chicago River is frozen over.

So, I am left with very little. Is this what it's like to turn old? God knows I tune out my father and his rambling (just kidding, Marv). But, maybe as I age, I become less and less relevant - and more and more out of touch. One more to add to the list...

Roman Numerals

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. A great day for all. Sorry, for most. The first Super Bowl I can remember pitted the Redskins agains the Raiders in Super Bowl 18. I was 6 years old. The Roman numerals after "Super Bowl" were quite intimidating. While I still can't make sense of the mix of X's, L's and I's, I am catching up to the big game. In no time, I'll have just as many letters after my name. Howie XXX is just around the corner. Actually, as I type that, I realize I have stumbled upon the best thing about turning 30...

World - Get ready for Howie XXX.

Getting close to 5 months...

The countdown to 30 is officially on. My friends are falling like flies. This is worse than when they started getting engaged and married. One by one... we are all falling. It will be my time before you know it. It just dawned on me that I am currently living through my last winter under that age. To think, the next snow I see could be my last...