I swear. . . .

This blog has not been a particularly well-executed adventure even for what it is, an amateurish dalliance with expressing opinions online while keeping a sense of humor. I started, I stopped. I started again, I stopped. I st. . . . . ., well, you get the picture.

So, I’m starting again, and I swear by my faded Cincinnati Reds t-shirt I will not stop. 

Never was a fan of the Reds. I did like Johnny Bench, though. Great catcher. 

But, with a pattern of failure like mine on this one I don’t see it wise to swear by anything too valuable or sacred like, say, my souvenir turf from the the old Yankees Stadium. Some things are sacred.