To say I am new to the blogging world is an understatement. Ever since I started reading a friend’s blog about a month ago, I became really interested in it, and so here I am.
So anyone who knows me knows I am a perfectionist about things that probably don’t matter. This being said, I have been sitting here thinking for about 10 minutes now about what my first blog entry should be. I would talk about the primaries, but I haven’t been following them as closely as I should be, and everyone else with two eyes and mouth has already chipped in their two cents and frankly, I have never been much of a fan of beating a dead horse. I would talk about Roger Clemens and the steroid scandal he is going through, but as any sports fan can tell you, that would be like beating a dead horse with a nuclear missile.
I was talking with my roommate today and I told him that I have been purposely avoiding ESPN and its affiliates since after Super Bowl Sunday and yes, that may be a personal record for me. The reason for this is two fold: First, I hate Eli Manning and if I never see his face again it would be too soon. Second, if I have to sit through another hour of SportsCenter in which 40 minutes is spent talking about steroids and HGH then I am just gonna snap. I don’t want to know about what Roger Clemens’ wife’s gardner’s next door neighbor’s cab driver’s cousin’s attorney thinks about the whole ordeal, nor do I give a good God damn about the events in question to begin with. People cheat, they always have and they always will. We’re in the middle of a war and on the brink of an economic recession and Congress has nothing better to do than get together and talk about the possibility of someone sticking a needle in Roger Clemens’ ass? I just sit around wishing something in the world of sports would happen that is so big that for 60 minutes of my stupid life I can sit down and enjoy Scott Van Pelt and John Anderson give me the rundown without having to toy with the idea of stabbing myself in the eye every time I hear about steroids. Maybe if Randy Moss allegedly beat up some lady or some NHL player took a skate to the neck then they would have something else to talk about. But it’s not like either of those things are going to happen anytime soon, so I guess it’s all just wishful thinking.
Well color me a hypocrite, because I said I didn’t want to talk about Clemens and his goings on and I just spent 400 words doing exactly that.
The Power of 10 