Why I Blog

Prior to his 1985 72 - 59 crushing of the Japanese national team in the Kirin World Basketball Tournament, Bobby Knight made a prolific observation: ""You know, we taught you how to play basketball and baseball, and now you're teaching us how to make steel and build cars."  That's right, Bobby Knight said that.  Looking back, I'm glad he did.  Someone had to say it, and was it going to be the Chinese or Russians?  John Wooden? John Lennon or William Shatner?  No, the General was in charge, and it was time to set the record straight.  Hey Japan, guess what, we figured you out.  Or so it seemed...

1985 was the year of "We are the World" and Reaganomics.  Israel was pulling out of Lebanon and Gorbachev took over as the General Secretary of the Soviet Union.  There was a lot of distractions.  Wham toured the world, even had some concerts in China (even though George Michael had deviously plotted his exit strategy by then).  Sure, George Michael could pull off some crazy shorts and seemed to never own a shirt, so he had that going for him.  Oh, and that's the year "Back to the Future" came out, and we all wanted a Delorean.  Most importantly, we spanked the Japanese in basketball team and they taught us how to make steal and cars.

This is then, why I blog.  I do it because my brain has a completely random order, and if I write things down I fascinate myself at how much my incoherent babble makes as little sense in writing as when my mind is churning up these completely irrelevant thoughts.   Even more importantly, I feel like people do not have enough options on how to waste their time, and I hope that a few of them decide to waste their time on reading my blog.  The good news is, you won't learn anything that will have to be unlearned, because there's nothing to learn.  There's nothing to understand.  It's just chatter.  Babble.  It almost makes sense, but not really.  It's not politically, socially, morally or financially rewarding or redeeming, it's just you and me finding a way to toss a few more moments of our precious time on this earth doing something that is nearly regrettable.  

but not completely

because we could have done something obviously regrettable with our time.

but we didn't.

Thanks for your time.  The next time you're driving a steal car, remember it's because we taught the Japanese to play baseball and basketball.  They kind of suck at it now, but they had it going for a little while.

Thanks Bob.