*I've kept it in check pretty well on this blog, I think. I very intentionally kept it under wraps in my last book. Two F-Bombs, which I tried very hard to qualify as Precision F-Strikes. By the way, I'm hopelessly addicted to TVTropes. And links.
So, welcome to my humble ramblings, Wallies. Although chances are I know most of you, the hope is I can break out of the "family and friends" readership with the added exposure. I may have done that already, though. I've been averaging a pretty solid 20 readers a day since the start of the blog, and I'm pretty sure I haven't had 20 people say they read me consistently. In fact, the only one I know is my buddy Jonathan, who happens to sit next to me at work. I can't even get my wife to read it. Oy vey.
In sporting news, the Cardinals inched closer to a wild card berth, sitting 2.5 back with 8 to play. My gut says the Braves will hold on, but their bullpen really has not held up like I expected. I suppose that's what happens when you've got a bunch of rookies (even hot-shot ones) and the least imaginative manager in the Bigs.*
*At least when it comes to his bullpen. When it comes to Jason Heyward, I would say he has an overactive imagination.
The Red Sox also tried their best to give away a game after losing to the Orioles again. They lucked out, though, in that the Rays had the Yankees, who are still interested in clinching the division as soon as possible so they can get their rotation set. And apparently this Nova kid is pretty good. I don't know, I try to ignore that the American League exists if I can help it.
Hockey dropped the puck for some preseason games last night, but it's preseason, so I can't find it in me to care. And football only plays once a week, so not much to review there. Not that the Colts leave much to review. Grantland ran a nice story that sums up my gripes with Indianapolis sports fans, though. For a town that has its wagon so firmly hitched to sports, there sure are a ton of fair-weather fans.