Do you know that I clearly do not understand pitching? That I pontificate on and on only because I enjoy reading what I write? Hearing my own voice? That I sweet-talk the ladies?
I read this somewhere [so it must be true!]
I wrote that Johan Santana will not be worth the money that the Mets are now forced to spend in order to keep him. Are four win shares worth $20 million? Each year? Were the Mets wise to strip their farm system in order to get one year of a talented, fragile lefty, whose numbers and velocity both are hurting? Are the Mets wise to be paying $20 million or more [per year] FOR WHAT SANTANA HA ALREADY ACCOMPLISHED? Is this another case of Pavano-ism for a team from NYC?
I wrote this, and I lost a friend for saying it. Guess what?
That's right - anyone who would stop being friends with someone because of their opinion, anyone who would attempt to shame another for an honest belief was not a friend in the first place. No worries - I have plenty of real friends, and pleny of people who DO enjoy reading what I have to say. Oopsie!
I DO enjoy reading what I write. Guess what? If you blog or post, and you do NOT enjoy reading what you have written, then your writings are worthless. Beyond that, even, a waste of my precious time, and it shows. I would not give a hoot in Hell for someone who does not enjoy reading what they have written.
I sweet-talk ladies. Um, I am naturally charming? My friends find me endearing? Guilty again.... gosh! You are reading the writings [yes, I know they are rambling on and on, insufferable to anyone not amed Charles Lee Wallace] of a complete sociopath, of that I am certain. I have an ulterior motive. Well, sure - I like to entertain and I hope to find a soulmate at some point. Man, what a heinous criminal am I!!
There you have it, dear readers. I have written the truth in the event that you missed it.
My bad ;-)