Yeah, yeah, I know wins are the absolute worst way to gauge a pitcher's actual pitching ability but I thought this was fascinating

Career Wins
Wang - 45 (most in Majors since he came up)
Pettitte - 200
Clemens - 354
Mussina - 249
Hughes - 4

Guidry (pitching coach) - 170

That's a whole hell of a lot of experience there. There's OVER 1,000 ML wins riding the same team plane... Unbelievable.

After I finished my journal entry this morning, I realized that I was down to my last two pages in my Moleskine. If you're an old friend and we've hung out together recently, you might have noticed that one of my newly favorited phrases is "Has time really passed by so fast?"

It has.

I began my Moleskine about a month before I left for Taiwan in 2005. It has been with me in China, in Taiwan, St. Louis and home. It's been my most constant companion through these past two years.

When I first started writing in this volume I honestly didn't know what I was going to do with it. I've never kept a consistent record before this attempt. I figured I would just use it as a log of interesting thoughts and musings I would have throughout the day. I really didn't see the value of using it for anything else. I figured I had somewhere north of a million interesting thoughts a day but the problem was I could never remember any of them.

And so that's what how my Moleskine began. The first entry was a foray into the concept of personal identity.  Was there really such a thing as "the real me" or was that a figment of popular culture? What makes a person uniquely that person? What is multiple-personality disorder?

I think that was the last entry of mine that was philosophical in that sense. I could think about personal identity all I want but by the time I'm done writing, I'm still somebody (or perhaps I am just some body) and I need to live my life. Write papers. Pay bills. Return library books. Work out. Things that living people do.

My Moleskine instead began to be filled up with prayers and reflections. These were all dyed in my essence. To really know me, it is better to spend time with my words than my person. When I exist only as words I am being and becoming together. It is where the press of futurity meets the incredible weight of the past.

And in those pages of eternity I've come to understand myself. It's not a full understanding, but it's a beginning. I am not who I was. I will not be what I am. I am flux, I am transient and in transition. I am becoming.

I had a title for the Moleskine when I began it. It sucked. Today, I went back through two years and two continents to change the title. Now, it is simply "CHRYSALIS." And I know the title of my next Moleskine. It will be "EMERGING."

I know where I am.

I know where I'm going.

I will get there.