The Couch Slouch
It's Become a Blog-Eat-Blog World
With each passing day, I am aware that I am 24 hours closer to death and 24 hours closer to blogging.
(I believe it was Benjamin Franklin who once wrote, "In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes and blogs.")
I recently was asked to start a sports blog -- I'll get back to that a bit later. Right now, I just want to calm the masses. My older friends are railing against blogs and my younger friends are running to them. I'd like to remind fans of all ages of a couple of thoughts:
· Blogs are not the end of the world as we know it; rather, they are an extension of a world we've always known.
· If you're thinking of starting a blog, don't; the world needs more blogs like Madonna needs more leather.
I avoided blogs as long as I could. Some of them make me smile -- http:/
Blogging comes in the form of the written word, but blogging is writing about as much as working the pole is dancing. Blogging is more of a one-way conversation than anything else, a neighbor who bangs on your door in the morning to complain about the fella down the street who won't cut his front lawn.
Blogging, essentially, is talk radio on steroids.
(During my somewhat checkered and sordid career, I have turned down offers to do sports talk radio several times, primarily for three reasons: I would get tired of the sound of my own voice within a month, I cannot fathom having that many opinions every single day and I like to sleep in.)
At least the talk-radio host, after three or four hours of public proclamations, shuts down. But blogs are like 7-Eleven: They have a bunch of stuff you usually don't need and they never close. The blogger can -- and often does -- operate at any time of day or night.
Flip Saunders can't coach? Let me tell everyone how I feel!
Another blown save from Francisco Cordero? Let me tell everyone how I feel!