For several years, friends have encouraged me to start my own blog. This is, of course, a bald-face lie I dont have any friends but if I did, I know they would encourage me to have a blog.
To narrow my search, I Googled "Blogs" and buddy, there are a lot of blogs out there. Every citizen has a blog, according to the U.S. Census (I did not know that). Most sportswriters have multiple blogs.
As I have also learned, all female sportswriters have "blogettes". I speak for America when I say I hope there comes a day when we dont discriminate between "blogs" and "blogettes." For I see a world of only blogs, but I've always been a dreamer.
Back to my blog. One of my favorite writers is Joel Achenbach at The Washington Post. Given I work for The Sun, Im not supposed to mention a rival newspaper because, well, I'm not sure why.
I suppose readers will suspect my ulterior motive is to immediately become the executive editor of The Post. Trust me, I dont see this happening probably until three, four years out.
Admittedly, I suffer from blog envy. Not only does Achenbach have a blog, he has a cool name for one: Achenblog. After months of analyzing its apparent origin, I suspect he has somehow fused his surname with "blog." It was a masterful stroke, which I feel compelled to emulate as I officially launch my own blog in this space today.
Dear media consumers, welcome to Roblog.
Say it once with me.
Roblog.
Again.
Roblog.
Now, put a little "Funkytown" music to it and sing along.
Why dont you take me to ... funky Roblog ... why dont you take me to ... funky Roblog.
My Roblog is not to be confused with an existing Roblog, which is based in Australia or somewhere (I tried reading it, but I grew weary). I did glean that blogs need to contain "writing" since they appear to be chock full of words. But I should be able to unspool a couple thousand blog entries. I'll be a writing machine! All I have to do is allow my witty and astute observations to gush forth in a levee-supported flood of tornadic writing.
I like the word "tornadic." Some words you just snag from the ether and you get a big ol' crush on them and can't wait to use them. I feel the same way about "kerfuffle." Just dare me to use that in a story. Kerfuffle. Kerfuffle. Kerfuffle.
Back to my blog. I just need something to say. I could talk about my fascinating life, I suppose.
