how boring

So I did some blog reading today (very hipster of me, I know), and to my surprise I discovered something, like a slap to the face, or what I imagine a line drive to the nuts feels like. My blog is boring. I can’t believe one of the four people who read this darn thing haven’t told me. Who am I to be giving life advice and framing it in mildly-witty metaphors about sports? I don’t even know what I am doing with my life. Maybe someone should’ve stopped me somewhere and told me this. But there is something else I know, and the four of you may also know, I’m stubborn. So, I’m going to keep writing, and keep sharing my mind-altering parallels between the sports world and the real world. Take it or leave it, this is what I’m doing. And I bet Alanna Rizzo’s blog would suck fifty times worse than mine does. (Another note about me: I have a personal vendetta against FSN reporter Alanna Rizzo: she is boring, her hair always looks like crap, and she is annoying, oh, and her hair always looks like crap.)