I can’t tell you how many people stop me on the streets and say: "You know, Bob, I would really like to get to know you better."
OK, maybe I could tell you. Not very many. But that’s beside the point.
What I am going to share with you in today’s blog entry are some of the truths of my life that maybe, just maybe, I’m not so proud of. Yes, I’m going to cleanse my soul by confessing to you, the Bob’s Blog faithful, some of my inner-most thoughts.
So here goes:
1. I watch American Idol. I know, so do 35 million other people. But the other 34,999,999 are losers.
2. While I applaud the notion of increasing the driving age to 18, I also think it would be smart to pull everyone who drives and is over the age of, oh, 70, off the road. I love it when people boastfully say something like this: "Yeah, my mother is 96 but she still drives a car.” Well, that’s not good.
3. I like chocolate milk. As far as I can tell, I’m the only person over the age of 11 who likes chocolate milk.
4. I have a subscription to Playboy and have not yet read one of the articles.
5. I love children and, believe it or not, children love me. But all bets are off when they get to be about 12.
6. I have an almost-daily lapse into mild road rage and it usually happens at the expense of a 90-year-old driver.
7. I know nothing about how to fix a car. I can’t work with wood. I don’t build anything. I can’t repair anything. My fix-it abilities begin and end with changing light bulbs.
8. While I don’t consider myself to be a homophobe, I’m not exactly rushing to the theater to see Brokeback Mountain.
9. It’s probably because of what I do _ being around sports and all the testosterone that goes with that _ but I generally find women to be more interesting than men.
10. I don’t understand how anybody can start their day without reading a newspaper. How self-serving was that?
11. It really seems like making any kind of progress in Wichita is a painful, arduous process.
12. I often cry while watching movies or television. And sometimes, even during American Idol.
13. One of my biggest pet peeves is people being late for an appointment. I sometimes get to games two or three hours early, then complain about being there so early.
14. Ten years into my job as a sports columnist, it amazes me how fans take some of my opinions so personally. But I’m glad they do.
15. While I enjoy this blog, it sometimes is difficult to think of something to write about. If you don’t believe me, check out this entry.
5 Comments
Rest easy, Bob. I’m over forty and still enjoy chocolate milk. I’m also apparently the only Shocker fan that isn’t thrilled with Gene Stephenson and the coaches getting a “free pass” for running off to Oklahoma, discovering that the Sooners cheat in their sports programs, then coming back to WSU. Let me make a big glass of Ovaltine to calm down!
Bob…are you my big brother? I find that I agree with you on almost EVERYTHING…except my wife won’t let me have Playboy in the house.
(Wait until that “Brokeback Mountain” comes out on DVD — they you can watch that “touching, poignant story of forbidden love” in the privacy of your home, and no one will have to know if you cried when they both rode off into the sunset apart…or however it ends — I’m not going.
Bob–I love chocolate milk. Sawbrokback and while some of it made me very uncomfortable, it was a very good movie, My mother drove her car well into her 80s and my step-father well into his 90s. They reall were good drivers, hard as it is to believe. They used to drive from Iowa to Arizona every winter. I’d tell people that and they’dlook at me like I should be put in jail! They were exceptional. I can’t start my day without the paper and am amazed at how personally people take some of the stories I write.
Hey Bob,
From reading your blog I think you are becoming very reflective. Now, maybe you were reflective previously, but the need to make entries into this blog seems to have brought some introspection into your life. Granted, much of what you share would not be considered deep or inspirational (however, I too like chocolate milk. However, what draws people to your writing and your radio show is that you seem to be sincere. Speaking of trivial information did you know that the word “sincere” comes from the greek and means “without wax”. It seems that those who made clay pots would often cover a crack with wax and it wouldn’t hold water. So that means that your are not a “crack pot”. I do appreciate you and your input in our community. Thanks!
Have a Great Day!
Pastor Mike
P.S. Notice I didn’t make a comment on your “Playboy” subscription.
HI Bob! I LOVE chocolate milk & so does my brother! I love any kind but my brother makes a special trip to Braums to buy theirs!