+ There's a page on The Baseball Cube for
Active Alumni per High School. Please don't hesitate to
suggest a data view!
+ Thanks to "TN" for his custom
data purchase. He asked for something specific to his baseball career needs and we only charged him $25. Also thanks to "DN" for renewing his
TBC PREMIUM subscription for another year.
+ Did you know that TBC also has
Minor League Boxscores and game logs since 2015?
+ Did you know that
D1 College Baseball will be starting in 40 days?
> I work a lot. I don't know why. Or I might know why. Only the Universe knows the truth. I like to work. I like entering data. I like listing cards. I like programming. I like packaging cards. I like running data queries. I like it all. I LOVE it all. I wake up each morning excited. Refreshed. Every day. No Sabbath. No day of rest. Burnout is not a risk because I love it. Every day of the year. If I am prevented from working, I have a physical reaction. I can't tell if this is a superpower or a disorder.
If you read my posts, you'll know I work everywhere. Anywhere. In my office of course. On the couch, watching tv with Mrs. Cube. In bed sometimes, trying to slow down. YES, I work to slow down from that same work.
I work in Starbucks. I work in the car on road trips (while passengering). In hotel rooms. In hotel lobbies. I work outside on my porch in the 3 acceptable seasons. In the park. I work in the passenger seat of my car parked in front of a lake or a river. I worked at my kids music lessons. At the stables, in the cold, for horseback riding lessons. I have worked in a gazebo overlooking a river. On picnic tables. In airports. On airplanes. On cruise ships.
I activate accounts on my phone. I re-list cards at boring social events. I shop eBay the moment boredom strikes. Work fills in the gaps of my life. Like sand on rocks. Work will find the gaps.
But I am learning, slowly, almost reluctantly, that those gaps hold value. The gaps are scary to me. That's where the ideas come from. That's where you process your emotions. That's where you are with yourself, near yourself, learning about yourself.
And so maybe, that's my message from this post. It wasn't when I started. But it is now. Protect the gaps.
