Jelly Ass, Oh, Jelly Ass, Mine Kingdom as is He!

I once met a dude. At the 7-11, in fact. Buying smokes, late at night, my girl waiting for me in the car. His name was Branch, or Bud or Stem or something. He used to be famous. He gave me his number. I never called him. Texted him once, but never called. What does that make me? Dunno. Maybe I'll just give myself a Jelly Ass and call it a night.

Feel a little better, guy?

Here you go, Lionel.

Me: Sports Guy

I've noticed something about me lately: I am, like, 97% accurate on my opinions about instant replay reviews in NFL games. More importantly, I love sports and I'm not as good a writer as I thought I was. So, here's the plan: What if I start a blog called MeTheSportsGuy.com or something like that, and I just pick a topic of the day and run with it? Multiple topics, too, obviously. I'd be pretty good at it, no? Could I be the straight dope that ESPN is no longer? Could I actually make a dime off this idea? Probably not.

Thoughts? I'm only really asking for advice and checking to see if your reading this crap.