BW Weekly Content Churn (Aug. 6-12)

Hi friends. Here’s this week’s content churn as I keep you up-to-date with everything I’m working on:

Sunday – Aug. 6

Monday – Aug. 7

Tuesday – Aug. 8

Wednesday – Aug. 9 

Thursday – Aug. 10

Friday – Aug. 11

Saturday – Aug. 12

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BW Weekly Content Churn (July 30-Aug. 5)

Hey folks. I’m starting a new thing on where I post everything I contribute to all week long so there’s one place people can keep up on it if they wish.

With that said, enjoy!

Sunday – July 30

Monday – July 31

Tuesday – Aug. 1

Wednesday – Aug. 2

Thursday – Aug. 3

Friday – Aug. 4

Saturday – Aug. 5

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…..And We’re Off

I’ve been very, VERY public about my battle with mental illness, perhaps at my own peril. But I think the only way to know me and understand me is to be honest, up front and frank about my struggle.

A little over a year ago I lost my maternal grandfather and it rocked my world. I knew it would be tough, but as we drove home that weekend I felt something creep over me like I never had felt before. It was so bad I couldn’t even drive.

It progressively got worse. I was withdrawn from things I enjoyed. I became a person I didn’t even recognize. I said and did things I didn’t even mean. I became a horrible friend and an even worse husband. I was combative all while being an emotional wreck. I felt nothing, mostly, but when I did have feelings they were bitter. Angry. Resentful.

And it wasn’t even that I think I was still grieving. I miss my grandpa dearly but I know things are better for him than they were before. I had just become a shell of my former self and had no answers. When my wife would leave for work every day, I’d sit on the couch and literally do nothing.

I saw a therapist and eventually decided to take medication, first for depression and then for anxiety. I became a person I liked even less. I lost even more of my personality, more of my desire for life — not for living, but for the things that make life great — and really bottomed out. There were peaks for sure, especially when my dosages would be tweaked, but ultimately I was still in an incredible rut.

I decided to quit cold turkey. Being off the meds couldn’t possibly be worse.

And medically, this is insane. There’s a reason you’re not supposed to do this. But after being in a weird haze for about a week, I’ve really started to feel better. I’m now going almost a full day without having the weird headaches that characterized my condition for the last year.

I’m rallying like Hulk Hogan when Roddy Piper has him in the sleeper, and I’m about ready to give life the leg drop again.

So I just felt like I needed to explain myself. I’ve hated who I was for about a year now. I’m still not perfect, and I’m trying hard to find my place in the world. I’m sure I’ve turned a lot of people off by my behaviors in the last year — especially those who could be instrumental for my future — but honestly, right now I have all I’ll ever need. This message isn’t for me. It’s for you. If you’re out there struggling, you don’t need to do it alone. Giving in isn’t the same as giving up. You can do this.

I struggle with my identity on a daily basis. Some days I want to be the gregarious joking guy on Twitter that people gravitate toward. Other days I want to be the serious journalist that is respected above all. I still can’t strike a balance as a communicator, journalist or even an adult. But I’m trying. I’ll make mistakes. I’ll pick myself up again. And I’ll keep trying.

Be well fellow humans.


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Turning 30

As I sit here with a glass of scotch on what is the beginning of my birthday weekend — I work Tuesday through Saturday so in theory late tonight I can let my hair down a bit — I’ve been thinking about what I want to accomplish as I turn 30.

Twenty nine was a tumultuous year. Maybe eventful is a better word. There were just so many changes that wrought havoc on my mental state — a state which was far more fragile than I ever believed. Amanda and I bought a house. I got LASIK. We cleared a very specific financial goal. We’re on our way to having no credit card debt. In general we were healthy. We both got our wisdom teeth out. We spent time with friends and met many new ones on the way, including ones in our neighborhood that have made us feel like we belonged from the get go. There were just so many positives.

We also lost my grandpa. I’ve done so much soul searching over the last year and just keep coming up empty. You can only be so strong for so long. You can only be stonefaced and soldier on for so long before you start to crumble inside. I cracked. When you lose arguably the most important human in your adult life, it’s bound to happen. After a miserable summer — despite everything great that was going on around me — I needed help. I knew it once my baseball season ended. Baseball has always provided a refuge for me, in good times and bad, where I can put everything down, and for four or five hours just be a kid again. The times I felt best this summer were at the yard, playing with my friends. But no matter how hard I tried, those feelings would never last too far past the previous night.

I saw a doctor and was diagnosed with a minor form of depression, and when I think about it the stuff was probably there for a very long time, and it finally came crawling out as we drove back from my grandpa’s funeral. But I couldn’t run from it anymore, and I got help. Personally I’m anti-pills when they aren’t necessary, but going through a funk with a dull headache and no motivation to do anything at all isn’t something I’d wish upon my worst enemy, let alone even worse forms which may lead to thoughts of self harm — or worse. I never had anything like that. I was just miserable. After a few months and some dosage tweaks, I feel just about 100 percent.

But I feel like that’s been part of finding out who I am, and as I approach 30 on Monday, that’s what I truly want to do this year. I want to be more about relationships. Lunch with friends. Family interactions. Building new relationships and getting my name out in whatever positive way I can. I want to just fill my life with more positive experiences. That’s something I think I got away from, and I think it fanned the flames of my depressive fire. Or maybe it put them out. Perhaps I’m mixing metaphors here.

I also want to focus on quality over quantity in my life — in all facets — and that’s going to be a big part of turning 30 for me. This weekend, I’m starting that in terms of my possessions. Anything that I term “junk” will be either tossed or put up on eBay. I don’t need to live a life of quantity. I don’t need the clutter and possessions to be fulfilled; in fact, I think in some ways it’s doing the opposite. Why have three lousy, shoddy jackets when I can afford a nice single one? How many can you wear at once anyway?

In that case, I need to remember the words of Luke 12:15:

Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”

I grew up the oldest of seven kids, so I never really had a lot. That’s not to be confused with anyone growing up in poverty, but we were just a middle class family in a middle class kind of city. And after that, I was a poor college kid like everyone else, hustling to work two jobs to put myself through school. So you better believe I clung to everything I had. Just ask my wife. She’ll tell you a story about the week before we were married, but I probably shouldn’t go any further. Alas…..I don’t need to be tied down by physical possessions, and this year my goal is to break myself from that. It won’t be easy.

I also want to focus on my professional aspirations. I love what I’m doing for a career, but there’s always more. I have two podcasts and want to add a third, but I need to find ways to make them popular. To make them viable. To make them worth the time and effort of other people involved. I won’t stop working until that happens, but I’m open to all ideas how to do that.

I don’t know what my long-term vision is. I want to (continue to) do media stuff for a career, but I don’t know what the end game is. Whether it’s journalism, radio or even TV….I won’t stop until I get it.

But I do know this: I’m closer to it at 30 than I was at 20 — by a long shot.

I’ll drink to that.







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The Esoteric NFL Jersey Experiment

I’ve been thinking about ways to inject a little more creativity or character into my life, and I think I’ve come up with a pretty good thing. I work at an office in downtown Minneapolis for a sports company, so it’s generally the kind of place where guys and gals wear jerseys, team-specific hoodies and hats.

So what can I do that’s a little different?

I’d like to try an experiment where I try to find the oddest NFL jerseys to wear to work. Can I get my hands on a No. 2 Tim Couch Browns jersey? Great! A Jerry Rice Seattle Seahawks jersey? Wonderful!

I’m not sure what kind of life this can take on, but if you have any way you want to help — or any of those jerseys just taking up space in your house that you want to get rid of, or any sort of lead on an exceptionally weird one — I’m all ears.

I could probably fit into XLs right now but XXL would be best, so if you see deals or anything feel free to send them my way via a number of different outlets.

Email: brandon.r.warne-at-gmail-dot-com
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Thanks, and Happy Holidays!

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I am not a Twins Fan

I’ve been very fortunate in my adult life to have experiences and opportunities that few others have. That’s not a feeble attempt at bragging, that’s just my view of the situation. In 2010, after graduating with a journalism degree from what was then Northwestern College, I was afforded a fantastic opportunity — an internship with Baseball Prospectus.

One of the many perks I earned with Prospectus was the chance to cover my very first big league game as a credentialed media member. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the final homestand of the first season for the Twins at Target Field, and I was tasked with two different operatives: take in a managerial presser with the retiring Cito Gaston, and ask a few Twins players and coaches about the effects of moving from the Metrodome to Target Field.

I must have asked a million questions of existing media members with whom I’d forged a relationship prior to this opportunity, from what to wear, to where to be and when to pretty much anything else you can imagine. People like David Laurila — then with Prospectus and now a colleague at Fangraphs — were invaluable resources so that I wouldn’t look completely green out there.

I remember standing in the Jays dugout waiting for Gaston to address a small gaggle of reporters, and I leaned against the foam padding on the side closest to the Champion’s Club to the right, looking out and watching as Orlando Hudson held court with some of his former teammates during their batting practice round. I’ll never forget the feeling of being exactly where I wanted to be, and I vowed then to make sure it wasn’t just a one-time deal. Whatever it took, I told myself, but I needed to find a way to make this a regular thing.

Through one-off opportunities the next few years, I found myself growing somewhat proficient with how to conduct myself around the ballpark. I was given great advice early that I should simply watch and learn. “Don’t step on the toes of the beat guys and gals who are there with real work to do,” someone advised me, and I took it to heart. I watched, I studied and I like to think I learned. “Wait until they’re done, and you can have your turn.”

I at least learned enough for 1500 ESPN to reach out before the 2013 season when the need for a beat reporter came up. They reached out to me to express interest, and I think I replied to the email about four seconds later. After a couple meetings they agreed to hire me on a temporary basis — the month of April to see how it went — and from there I covered for the entire season.

But one thing was made very clear to me by one of the bosses. And that was to understand that I wasn’t going to be a fan anymore. If I had Twins decals on my car, take them off. Wearing Twins shirts in public? Not a good idea. In the interest of impartiality, I was simply moving on from that part of my life.

As a 20-year Twins fan to that point, it was actually much easier than I thought. When a potential career and your reputation is at stake, it’s really a no brainer. And for me, it really boiled down to me broadening my scope to where I became a baseball fan in general. It allowed me to appreciate Aroldis Chapman’s fastball, Alex Gordon’s defense and nearly everything about Yasiel Puig. I’m not saying those things are mutually exclusive; I’m just saying that’s what happened for me.

And I barely own a stitch of Twins clothing anymore, to be honest. You might catch me at the gym in a Twins shirt or shorts, or when I’m lounging at home watching Investigation Discovery with my wife, but I bought in to the idea that once you cover the team, you simply aren’t a fan anymore.

Now is there a flickering flame in my stomach that will light up if the Twins were to win another World Series in my lifetime? I can’t rule that out. Baseball is woven into my life in such a way that I can’t, primarily because of the bonds I’ve forged with family, friends and teammates over the game. I started watching games with my late grandparents in 1993, so deep down I’m still that young boy whenever I turn any game on — Twins or otherwise.

My comments that I’m not a ‘fan’ of the Twins anymore rankled a few people, and I get that. A number of people told me in one way or another that I was taking myself too seriously, including a friend whose opinion I value very highly. But I want to convey what my job means to me, and how it’s so much more than just rooting for the local nine. My job doesn’t change whether the team is good or bad, and that’s fine. I’m also not actively seeking to create strong personal relationships with the players — I won’t outright avoid it of course — but I don’t believe it’s necessary for me to do anything but be all business. All the players have treated me greatly over the last six seasons, but I don’t expect that they’d consider me a friend outside of the ballpark. Maybe some would, but I’m OK with that either way. I really just want to be someone people look at and say “Man, that guy knows what he is doing.” I think that’s a pretty simply, yet reasonable goal. Maybe someday.

I had a really great time covering that 2013 team. That brutal, awful 2013 Twins team. I gave my heart and soul to that job, and then I was fired via email by the person that eventually took those duties on. Having the rug pulled out from you like that leads to a lot of introspection. It leads to a lot of analyzing. Over-analyzing, even. I mean, I thought I did a pretty good job, but it leaves you feeling like if you ever get that opportunity again, you’re never going to let anyone take it from you, or let it slip through your fingers.

I spent the entire 2014 season trying to find that next opportunity. When Opening Day at Target Field rolled around, I locked myself in my office. I didn’t want to see the tweets of everyone at the field while I wasn’t — I attended all 81 home games in 2013; I made it to TWO in 2014 — and it ate at me. Bad. So again, I vowed I would work as hard as necessary to get back there.

And I made it back. I’ve covered about 75 percent of the home games this season, in addition to various other opportunities that have been presented to me. But I don’t like to hear about how I take myself too seriously. Consider this: I haven’t made a red cent off covering the team this year. In fact, if you take all the writing I’ve done all year, and subtracted train tickets, parking, food and any other amenities, I might even be in the red this year.

That’s not even the slightest bit of a complaint, either. I wouldn’t be doing this if my passion wasn’t the driving force behind it. I believe in the vision of all the projects I’m working on, and that they’ll pay off in the long run. I’ve never done a thing in my life for the money, and I don’t believe in playing for the short game. I’d have done the 1500 job for free if I didn’t have a wife and rent to be accountable to. Times are a bit better with my job and hers now to where I can commit enough time for a second full time job at no added income, because that’s how important it is to me to build equity in my future.

I don’t know if that’s taking myself too seriously. I’ve never felt that’s been the case. I’ve always had a tendency to rely on self-deprecating humor, and I’ve always believed that nobody took me less seriously than I did. At least until recently.

But now I believe that there’s no reason for anyone to take you more seriously than you do. You need to set the baseline from which everyone else judges you. I’m going to be 30 next year, and it’s time to figure some of this crap out. There are a million people out there smarter than me, so I need to work that much harder. At least I’m trying to, anyhow.

So if I made you upset by saying I’m not a Twins fan, or by saying I’m not a ‘blogger’ on Twitter, I’m truly sorry. But I’ve poured the last eight years of my life into working to be on the path that I’m on, and if I have to stand up for myself along the way a little bit, I’m going to do that. Part of my evolution as a communicator has been finding my voice and not being afraid of it. I’ve made mistakes — hell, I started an entirely new Twitter account because I hated what the other had become — but I’m not going to quit. Thank you for your time.  -BW

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Warne Watch 5/24/15

If you haven’t had a chance to check out my radio work with Go 96.3 on Sunday mornings, here’s what you missed out on this weekend!

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