It's Become a Blog-Eat-Blog World

Just had a rare, late-afternoon bowel movement? Let me tell everyone how I feel!

If a blogger were sitting next to you in a bar, you'd stop drinking.

Now, all this blogging and bloviating raises a question: Are we more opinionated than generations past?

To answer that, I'd pose another question: Are we more violent than our ancestors? Probably not. But the means of violence have become more destructive. First there were rocks, then the bow-and-arrow, then guns, shotguns, semiautomatic rifles, cannons, grenades, tanks, bombs and, ultimately, nuclear arms.

Similarly, we always were passionate about our sports teams, but the means in which we can express that passion has changed.

In the 1930s, you might sit on your front stoop and argue; in the 1960s, you might write a letter to the editor; in the 1990s, you might call in to talk radio; nowadays, you go online and vent.

The Internet is the virtual-reality version of the A-bomb.

Our culture traditionally has spent too much time and energy on sports; blogging is simply a technological extension of this tiresome phenomenon.

So, yeah, I recently said no to starting a sports blog. Who wants more of me, other than couples counselors? And why would I want to pollute an already polluted blogosphere? As for those of you who insist on blogging on, I just ask that you be more kind and gentle, less cutting and snide.

(Sure, I know, Couch Slouch calling someone snarky is like Charles Manson calling someone macabre. But we all can change -- 37 years in the joint might've reformed Mr. Helter Skelter just as 37 years on the sofa have reformed me.)

Besides, I'm figuring there are no blogs in heaven. Then again, I'm probably looking at purgatory, and http://firejoemorgan.com might make it a bit less insufferable.

Ask The Slouch

Q. How much prestige does a kicker in the Arena Football League rate? (Dave Redic; Chester Township, Ohio)