I had started a long post about the responsibility of bloggers, in general and (to be more specific) how it pertains to my love of baseball. Seems that Raul Ibanez of the Phillies, who is having a fantastic start to the year, ripped into a blogger for accusing him of using steroids. Pulled out the old "42 year-old living in his mother's basement" routine to boot. Never mind that the blogger in question was actually attempting to convince himself and his readers that Ibanez' improvement this year was due to several other factors not related to steroids. But, like most fans, he is disillusioned by the times we are living in when it comes to believing any of these guys. So he concluded that the speculation was warranted, because who can we really trust anymore? Especially when it comes to a 37 year-old player who is suddenly showing increased power numbers.
But I'm feeling a little lazy, so maybe you will see that post on Friday.
Works out fine, because it gives me the opportunity to point out that fellow blogger Holly has been having dreams about me. That is plural. As in more than one. I don't think that I even dream about me. I mean, it is probably me in my dreams, but I don't sound like me or look like me. That is pretty sad, isn't it?
Anyway, she is curious about her night-time fixation with me. She's a good egg, so I'm not gonna bust on her too much here. But I'm going to guess that it has a lot to do with my dead-sexy tattoo over there on the sidebar. And my love of bacon.
What are you dreaming about?
UPDATE: Phew! Good thing I stopped writing that post I mentioned earlier. You know...the one about bloggers and responsibility and baseball? Because Joe Posnanski, a much more talented man than I, already wrote it. Thanks, Joe!
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Dream a little dream of me.