I love it here.

Even though I'm the dunce who pushed his luck with the powers that be, as so eloquently pointed out by Stevo on his latest blog (using a VERY familiar fellow: R.P. Mc Murphy, as a case study)...and dropped another pearl of wisdom with the line, "Even Jesus got censored" Good stuff Stevo, good stuff.

TheSizzle, a tenured black sheep blogger, questioned my existence, posting another example of my voltile nature in a video clip on his blog. I owe you a trip to the salad bar, steak and all you can eat shrimp and Malibu chicken Sizz...

Even the most mild mannered, friendly, polite, careful not to offend anyone (save Lions management), good guy, DownsA529 questioned what was happening.

I feel honored that so many even care about my fate.

Sometimes we all need a timeout to reflect on our mistakes.

When I "graduated" to the blog section of Fox Sports, it was after a couple of months spent on the dreaded front pages. I was the worst of the worst, spewing vicious words and horrible insinuations on anyone who disagreed with my sports takes. I was a bonafide TROLL,

 and DAMN proud of it. Then I ran into a particularly slimy looking fellow named nba is the worst. You may know of this guy. His bio told me of his superiority complex but I didn't care. I felt I knew it all and was eager to mix it up with this pompous guy. I ventured into uncharted waters....the blog pages...talk about fish out of water......


He explained to me that I was out of line with my vulgar language and unwarranted insults. At first I dismissed him as old and out of touch with the current times. We went round and round on his blog...he deleted quite a few of my comments, which in my twisted mind was a challenge. I then explained to him that I didn't care what he or anyone else thought, using current celebrity figures to prove my point.

Well, I may still Walk the Line like the Man in Black (God rest his soul), I may throw fits like John McEnroe in his prime. I may still over-react like Joe Pesci as Tommy in Goodfellas trying to amuse you...(or is it myself?) I may very well be the Howard Stern here, bound to get a slap on the wrist. Bound to get fined by the FCC. But like Ethel Merman, I Gotta BE ME.

I now call worst my friend. We don't agree on politics or language or proper grammer, but point is, he made me look in the mirror and I changed. Oh, I am still edgy and raw, but I am a whole lot tamer than I used to be. That is due to him. Thanks for opening my eyes worst. My Grandmother told me if you didn't learn something new every day, you wasted a day. Some will love you, some will hate you. But you can't please everyone all the time.

They want JOKERSMILD, not wild. SRMaverage, not genius. gambit-rated G, not xxx.

And if I'm gonna BleedPRPL&GLD, then by God wear a band aid to cover it up.

There is one constant in life.....change....I guess we have to get used to it, like it or not.