It seems that this space is going to go through a transition. Not like a black-to-white Michael Jackson transition, but more like a small-to-large Jan Levinson transition. That's good, not bad, for our slower friends. At least those are my thoughts about it. You may feel differently after visiting the change.
This space will be less devoted to sports than it has been in the past and more devoted to whatever I feel like writing about. Sports will obviously still be at the top of the list, but other things will also get some space.
The old name is gone. The old format too. I've added some new sections. The Words To Live By (top right) and The Bottom Line (uh, bottom) will hopefully be updated at least every month with the new posts. Allowing for a wider variety of subject matter should also allow me to write more frequently and less myopically. Some posts might be shorter, some longer, but all will be better.
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For now, some summer-time thoughts (even though summer only started today)...
- First, I would like to take a moment to congratulate a personal friend, and frequent reader, Tiger Woods for winning his third United States Open Championship. Even though it did take him 91 holes to beat a grown man named Rocco, it was impressive nonetheless. Especially considering that he had not one, but TWO stress fractures in his left leg, and a bum knee. Remind me again, why couldn't Phil play in last year's Open?
- How much fun is it to cut the grass? I couldn't have more fun doing a necessary chore. It's gotten to the point when I get mad that my brother cuts it. It might be because his cut lines are as straight as Clay Aiken, or it might be that I just like doing it that much. All I need is a nice sunny day and my ipod because cutting the grass, like life, is better with a soundtrack.
- I don't listen to the radio much when I'm at school because I don't have a car. But it never ceases to amaze me. It's literally the same 15 songs on repeat. Do people really enjoy this? I have resorted to listening to the always static and often problematic AM airwaves. Because of the morons they sit next to microphones and the repeated music, I have forever given up on FM radio. Don't get me wrong, I like music. It's on right now. Donavon Frankenreiter to be exact. You don't hear him on the radio. Instead we're stuck listening to Chris and Jordan actually question how they would breathe with no air. Really?
Come back and visit the new format. New format, same clown behind it all. I don't juggle, but hopefully you're entertained enough to come back. Until then...
