There have been several inquiries as to what these almost daily musings represent. One comment was "they seem to be about love then out of nowhere there seems to be a political statement made". It was the most recent one that convinced Dave to come clean - "there's a mystery to be solved, a code of sorts and I'm on the brink of nailing it". So before that happens here's what's going on here: My life is baseball. When I was a kid I could hit above average, I had a hard, accurate throwing motion and I could run like Jesse Owens. I was a Little League All Star, I received a full scholarship to Arizona State and was drafted by the Giants in the first round. I was well on my way to the beginning of what would be a Hall of Fame career and then I met Connie. Oh I had many dates and conquests as a teenager and a young man but no one came close to affecting me like Connie does. She flirted with me the first time we met and I attributed the way her look, her eyes, her hypnotic quality dazzled me was maybe just a bit too much alcohol. But after spending a few hours dancing then walking back to our hotel (attending the same business conference) it was unnerving if not even a bit stupefying that the very moment we held each other our destiny appeared like a guy falling off a ledge and seeing his whole life race before him. We were fated to meet and spend a lifetime together. Suddenly baseball held NO meaning. I don't mean just a little less important, I mean NO importance and it would be trouble of the acid laced kind. Dave had signed a long term contract not just to play baseball but a personal services, an exclusive personal services arrangement essentially putting his life in his manager's control. So Dave did what any love-driven guy would do - he headed west with Connie and assumed this new identity as a blogger featuring love devotion-style. The feelings expressed are all true, the poetry all heart-felt but the author must remain anonymous behind Dave's pen name. It's been too many years along to worry about the consequences anymore and even Connie has calmed down to the point where she no longer fears Dave's readers to put bat, glove and love filled words together. So there's the truth if you choose to accept it and if you don't, try taking the 3rd and 6th word from every stanza in the poems and make one big anagram from them and it will confirm what's been written here today. Just happy to be just who I am.