Up front, a confession. I was going to write about the evils of the DH. How it gives the American Softball League an unfair advantage in the World Series. Then I thought, if people really want a sleep aid there is always Ambien. Or the one with the ads featuring Abraham Lincoln and the beaver. (Which reminds me, if beavers don't have opposable thumbs how could it be using a Blackberry in that one commercial?)

What to write about? Writing about writing? Or blogging. Which is the same thing. Or different.

Are we going to be doing this in 10 years? Will it be as much fun after Barry Bonds is gone? When Michael Vick is raising birds in his prison cell in Richmond and writing books about the redemptive power of pigeons?

Sure, we'll have the epic 10 year collapse of Notre Dame football to discuss. "I remember back in ought-seven when it started. I blogged that it was the end of the line and nobody believed me." Jimmy Clausen may be blogging with us by that time. Probably working as a used car salesman in Wabash by then.

Will FOX let us hang around for ten more years? Will they still need us, will they internet feed us, when we're 64 (or 32 or 41, of 75)? If the Democrats take full control and hold it for 10 years there's a good chance most of the FOX executives will be in reeducation camps doing forced labor for violating the "Fairness Is Whatever We Tell You It Is Doctrine".

Some things will change in 10 years. The click counter on Lisa from USC's blog will either roll over or stretch half way across the page and wrap around. Kind of the MacDonald's of blogging. "Millions and Millions of Readers". I'll still be checking my sitemeter banner and wondering why so many of the domain names end in dot.gov and what that van is parked out on the street in front of my house.

The most persistent atheists who blog here will probably all have religion by then and be Republicans. The most ardent conservatives will drink the Cool Aid and be wearing Birkenstocks and preaching that global warming is at hand and the end is near. We will no doubt be reading their blogs as an excuse to avoid shoveling off the two foot of snow from the driveway after the inevitable ice age hits.

If I'm still blogging in 10 years the avatar stays. If I did post a photograph in it's place, the aging process would probably frighten small children and depress me. (And what responsible parent would let their children read a web site that bleeps out the word beaver.) Who knows, in 10 years maybe they will have cured aging. I think Joe Paterno already has found the cure, so it's a matter of time until they market it. In the meantime I think I wouldn't mind blogging about whether Paterno should retire for another decade. How do you not like the guy?

I'm planning on having alot of fun writing about the cult Steve Spurrier founds after he finally loses it and gets fired at USC. He and his followers will be out on golf courses waiting for the mother ship to beam them up to a land where you golf for six days and throw 40 passes on the seventh.

Mean Dovine will still be around here in 10 years. Of course, he may be running the place. I see big things in his future. Barkley will become governor of Alabama (eventually) and that will open up a place at the mike for the most knowledgeable NBA guy around. A star is born.

Carolyn T will probably be a famous author and stop blogging because her advisors will say it dilutes the power of the Carolyn T name for marketing purposes. The Gerbil Sports Net will become an actual sports network (starting with 24 hour reruns of the sixties reels of 'Wide World of Sports' and eventually gaining rights to womens NCAA soccer which will be "the next big thing".)

The Dan will go legit and become one of those very uptight looking news readers on the CBC. SoCal will be writing great blogs but occasionally lapse into writing a defense of Bonds against steroid allegations, long after we've all forgotten who Bonds was.

So blog and roll is here to stay. I hope. This strange little off ramp on the internet super highway is alot of fun to travel and you meet the nicest people.