That’s not strictly true, but for the past two and a half weeks or so, it might as well have been. Heavy deadlines at work spirited me away from everyone’s favorite municipality for a bit. Then, after having been gone, having immersed myself in Y: The Last Man (which is effing amazing) and having felt somewhat separated from what was going on in sports, I had a minor crisis-of-interest — do I really love this stuff enough to write with the kind of passion that could lead to jokes that people might enjoy? (Assuming, of course, that I was doing that to begin with.)
Thanks to a great day of Twitter conversations with (somewhat) like-minded individuals during the Sunday slate of playoff hoops — which you could have followed by checking out my Twitter feed here — I feel pretty confident that the answer’s yes. You people are just too much fun; with what other group of absurd sporting life-lovers could #JVGisHipHop have happened?
I’m still not 100 percent sure what I want this place to be, but I know I want it to be something. So let’s make like Lowe’s and try to build something together, with jokes as our 2x4s, Hacksaw Jim Duggan as our foreman and Mark Eaton soliloquies as our grout. And you can never have too much grout. Thanks, as always, for visiting my little collection of ephemera.