The Immortalization of Whit Merrifield

That’s him up in the top right corner, standing in right field this summer, in the Chatham fog. If one can be immortalized by a marginally popular, narrowly-focused blog, then today is Whit Merrifield’s lucky day. He will now and forever be the face — or the back? — of the new Right Field Fog.

So welcome.

I’ve wanted to move into some new digs for awhile. When I didn’t get around to it in the spring, I decided to stick it out for the summer. But all along, I felt like the blog was out-growing its old spot. There’s a lot more I want to do, and I needed a fresh start to do it.

So here we are. New address, new look and hopefully a much better Right Field Fog.

Have a look around. Stay awhile. Let me know what you think. If you notice, the archives from the old blog are all on here. I have to change font colors on some of the older posts, but other than that, we’ve got it all.

I’m excited to get started. My big plans for now involve a lot more off-season coverage, with some weekly notes and a few other features. I’m not in the mood to let the blog drift into hibernation this year. It’s going to be a long, cold winter.

We’ll need some baseball.

“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.” — A. Bartlett Giamatti

The memory of sunshine. I like that.

And someone tell Whit Merrifield he’s (kind of, but not really) famous.

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