I have an apology to make to Jon Lester. A few days ago I planned to write about what a disappointing pitcher he's been, highlighting all the reasons why the Red Sox should pull him from the starting rotation.
I believe Josh Beckett (his fried chicken and beer guzzling included) was a terrible influence on Jon Lester. Even after Beckett was traded, Lester never seemed to get back on track. In addition, I've carried a chip on my shoulder that Terry Francona was fired because of Beckett and Lester's sloppiness. (I love Terry Francona.) Needless to say, Lester has been on my Get-Him-Out-of-There List for a while.
And then he played on Monday. Granted, he pitched against the Giants who are mediocre at best. But still, they're a major league team and Lester went eight plus innings against quality batters. I was impressed.
So I offer my sincerest apologies to you, Mr. Lester. My fingers are crossed that your next start will be as good.
Lin Oliver and Henry Winkler's workshop called Comedy Comes From the Heart. They stressed the importance of figuring out what you find funny. They told us to write for ourselves, not for an audience. Delight yourself. Mine your own life to create comedy. Love your character. Be willing to look like a fool. In fact, Mr. Winkler even suggested dressing up as your character for inspiration.
What fun! As I type this, I'm wearing a suit, tie, and fedora.