Hopefully one day someone will read this, and if not, it will simply become another of the many conversations I have with myself.
So, to my future potential readers - you probably want to know what you'll gain from reading and following my blog.
To be honest I'm not completely sure, all I can say is that it will revolve around my judgmental yet hopefully well informed views of all things sport. What I can do however, is give you a list of the things I promise not to feed your poor minds with:
- There will be NO insights into #cleaneating.
- NOR will I ever attempt to be your #fitspiration.
- There will be NO yoga pose of the day.
- There will be NO outfits of the day.
- I WILL NOT delve into the world of the Kardashians (unless Kim is looking bangin')
- There will be NO boring political statements (unless a kid throws a sandwich at Gillard again)
- And finally, but most importantly, I WILL NOT give away any Game Of Thrones spoilers.
I guess before I go any further I should tell you about myself.
I'm 23
I'm male
I have not had a tattoo in the last 3 months
I have never been imprisoned
I have not lived in Europe during the Mad Cow debacle
I may or may not have answered many of these questions earlier today when donating blood (Yes, I'm a blood donor #hero)
But honestly, I'm your typical 23 year old Uni student. I enjoy the odd cleansing ale while hurling abuse at inadequate umpires. I have a deep hatred for Collingwood, Essendon, Carlton and I strongly believe that Paul Roos is proof that God is in fact a fan of the Demons. And yes, I'm aware I may have just discredited the churches idea of Heaven and Hell. What of it.
If you're not following a whole lot of what I'm saying then unfortunately this blog is probably not for you. And that's fine, but don't expect a Christmas card from me this year.
So there it is. I've lost my blog-virginity? Bloginity? Ahh whatever. All I hope is that I don't regret not listening to the great Homer J. Simpson when he said, "You tried, and you failed, so the lesson is - never try."
The way I see it, if Caroline Wilson can make a career by force feeding us uninformed and unintelligent ramblings she stole from the drunk and seemingly homeless man outside the Dirty Swan on a Saturday night then I can at least turn this into more than simply another conversation with myself.
So there it is. But before I sign off for the first (and hopefully not last) time I'll leave you with one piece of irrefutable wisdom;
Ambition is simply a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
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