It’s a surreal feeling for me, just stopping by. I’m diving into it with the hope that the bizarre nature of the experience wears off.

Yesterday evening began in Inman for some improv; last night ended with a drive home from music in Haverhill. Tonight provided dinner in Allston followed by a stop in to the Paradise Lounge. All familiar spots with familiar faces, but it still feels on occasion as if I’ll have to climb back into the car and make the drive north.

I’ve spent so much time learning this bit of Massachusetts as a visitor that it’s strange to adapt to the role of a resident.  Trust me, I’m not complaining in the least.

This transition has left me offline for much of the recent Red Sox fun (if you want to call it that), so I’ll give a quick rundown/recap of the big points:

— The callers on WEEI were discussing over the weekend whether baseball players should shake hands with their opponents at the end of games. I was surprised to discover that I’m strongly opposed to such a notion. While completely in favor of sportsmanship and clean play, I realized my anti-handshake gesture is based on realism and money (sad, no?). First, the idea that, say, Tim Wakefield would be expected to shake hands with Aaron Boone after the 2003 ALCS just doesn’t work. I’d want to keep those two players as far apart as possible.

I as a fan don’t want to see the two teams communicating any more than they absolutely must. Particularly when it comes to Sox/Yankees.  Of course I know that they get along off the field, but do I want to see Ortiz and A-Rod laughing together at Yankee Stadium tomorrow night? People lucky enough to attend the Rivalry Games have invested a ridiculous amount of money into the experience, and they deserve to know that the teams are ready to bring everything they have to the play. I want the players to be as fired up about the significance of the series as the fans are – ready to work hard and be competitive. If I see Yankees and Red Sox joking during the Friday night telecast, it’s silly but natural to second-guess the intensity brought to the game for which I splurged on Saturday – and that would really tick me off.

— The bloody sock: OK, so now everyone’s saying that it was just a misunderstanding. Fine. But my question is simple: why would anyone, particularly a Baltimore broadcaster even bring this up? Why put any form of a blemish on such a staggering feat of athleticism (or lunacy, depending on one’s perspective) with an offhand remark during a game? I was furious upon watching this story unfold. Absolutely furious and unexpected, considering that Boston and Baltimore always have such good relations. That said, Dear Favorite of Mine, Kevin Millar earned the gold star of the week for his sock display at tonight’s game. Seriously. I want him back in Boston. Now.

— Beckett: I’m really digging the fact that Beckett had the chance to prepare for this season in the shadow of Dice-K and Schilling. It seems as if the guy could train without as much of the pressure and scrutiny – and that he has relaxed into the game while taking it to a new level (c’mon, the third Sox pitcher to win his first five? Glorious). Seems like he’s kind of like A-Rod that way, given all the speculation about the latter’s new confidence.

— Pena: Thanks for the double and grand slam tonight, Wily Mo. But you’re proving the point I made earlier…you either get a huge hit or strike out. How about you try to hit a single next time? I’d be amazed to see it.