A Few Thoughts About Nothing In Particular

Hey everyone. I got linked by TrueHoop again today, but the link was (at my request) to my more "formal" site that I write at for free, MVN, which was new-I appreciate the publicity going to an established site like Cavalier Attitude and passionate writers like Amar and James, but at the same time I'm feeling a wee bit of remorse right now, because if Henry's going to link me there, my little swatch of internet here will slowly but surely fade into obscurity, and I really like it here. I love my USC-colored pallet that is very striking but makes things a little harder to read. I like my picture of Baron's Fedora. I like the name Truth In A Bullet Fedora.

I've been so eager to jump from being a "blogger" to a "writer" that I never really stopped to appreciate just how much I love my little blog. I love being able to write about what I want at any length; unless I reach Simmons status, I can't envision a real sportswriting job that would allow me to pontificate on how Dan Fegan would try to get me laid. I love posting under a pseudonym that is essentially made up of my last name, but still makes me feel mysterious. I love my little sitemeter, and feel a pang of sorrow, because if the link had gone here today, in all likelihood I would have been pushed over 31,000 hits, which is more than the undergraduates at my college, which I would have considered a big moral victory. I like being in charge of my blog, and knowing that people are spending their valuable time to go on an internet detour just to see what I think. I like commenting on my own articles and feeling like I'm descending from Olympus to do it.

Simply put, my voice reigns supreme here, and everywhere else it's just another in the crowd. On MVN today, I got no happy little ballhype message in my inbox that said I'd been linked, no random surge of comments, (not even on MVN-the two posts I've had linked by TrueHoop and not cause a ruckus of any sort were the ones that made fairly safe declarations and applied them to my personal life, although none of the stuff in this post was anywhere near being true. I guess people don't want to comment unless they can express a bold opinion of their own. It's a bummer, because I like writing posts like this and the Ferry's desk piece a million times more than a breakdown of Durant's game.) There was no big jump on my little sitemeter, no nothing-just a vague knowledge that more people had gone to my site than go there normally. It made me sad.

Right now, TBF is at a crossroads; it's done well enough to get me some recognition from writers I absolutely adore (honestly, you should see the emails I send them back-I sound like a 12-year old Justin Timberlake fan) and the occasional visit from John Q. Sports Fan, but not quite well enough to get a substantial daily readership. (If you're reading this, you're one of my 100-200 daily viewers. You Rule.) I was thinking about bringing in one of my friends to put up daily bullets and make this the kind of place that people would put in their bookmarks instead of glance at every 2-3 weeks, and sent him out an email, but now I'm wavering, because I'm just not sure that's where my path is going to lead me. I know in my head that keeping my links going to MVN is probably better in the long run, but in my heart I want to make this place work, even though it has no possibility to produce revenue.

In any case, I'm going to enjoy TBF while it lasts, and expect a post that has no aspirations of any kind of wide recognition sometime in the near future. Good day, few faithful readers.