“My nephew, whom I once took to meet Craig Biggio, has thanked me for that by suggesting that I blog about our journey.
“Of course people will read it,” he tells me. “Some will,” he says. After which he pauses. “I won’t,” he then says, clarifying things, which is awkward and explains the pause, “but there are people who will. Just thirty minutes after the game. Tops.”
To which Vicki, who is fluent in Blog, says, “I’ll take care of it. I’ll set it up,” she says. “You’ll just have to type,” she says. May they both rot in hell.
Vicki is asleep when I finish the first blog post, which is sometime after 3:00 a.m. It is awful, and I wish I had not written most of it. And I need to learn to write poorly faster.”