It is cold and overcast in New York City today. For the first time in a long while I can’t think of anything to write about. Oh, part of me wants to rant about Curt Schilling’s latest comments, but what good would that do? It’s fruitless and boring. I don’t really have the stomach to talk about the Red Sox, though Red Sox Nation is rightfully soaking in plenty of good vibes at the moment. It’s too early to talk seriously about the Hot Stove; heck, it’s even too early to argue about awards. And I know this is just me, but the coming NBA season doesn’t have me juiced up either. (De La Soul has a new record out but it isn’t kicking my ass.) Anyone got anything inspiring? Um, heard any good jokes lately? There are plenty of bad ones making the rounds. Throw me a bone, peoples.