A Blast From The Past

With the help of Techno-Yoda Rachel, I have found my very post from my very first blog, "Middie Back!" Originally posted on January 29, 2004, it was lost forever when I deleted the blog. Luckily, the internet is forever, and Rachel found my old stuff through the Wayback Machine. The title of the blog was "Middie Back!" and the subtitle was "Some rants and ravings from the dumbest guy in his college clique." Prepare to be thoroughly underwhelmed . . .

Why Are We Here?

A profound question that has plagued both man and beast for eons. The answer to this particular question is two-fold: either you have logged on to my blog by mistake ("Undo!, Undo!"), and are looking for something of substance (i.e., illegal music downloads), or, you feel obligated as a friend/family member/pet to read my posts. Oh well. Whatever puts the tushies in the seats. Welcome aboard.

Why "Middie Back!"?

It's a lacrosse term used when a defensive player enters the offensive zone. The player will yell, "Middie Back!" to let his teammates know to cover his now vacant defensive position. I've always liked the term because it's a.) catchy, b.) familiar, since I played (and now coach), and c.) not lost in translation off the field. "Middie Back!" is a testosterone-driven plea for help - a Dr. Phil-less way for a guy to ask a friend for support. Since I haven't written anything worth reading since college (and even then, the jury was out), I may feel the need to shout "Middie Back!" to the audience if I get flustered. Practice makes perfect, and I hope my writing steadily improves. Thanks in advance for your patience.

Why Am I "The Dumbest Guy In His College Clique"?

I was lucky enough to attend Saint Joseph's University in Philadelphia (currently #3 in the nation in men's basketball). Trust me, I was out of my league since day one. A pal from high school introduced me to "a few good men" (and women!), and we all quickly became friends. One thing led to another, and by sophomore year, my "clique" collectively joined the school newspaper (shout out to "The Hawk"). After spending countless hours in that cramped, dingy office, I realized that I was surrounded by some of the brightest people I have ever met. (Dr. Phil Alert!) Although I always felt inferior to them intellectually, they never judged me, and were always ready to lend a helping hand. For that I am grateful. I dedicate this blog to them. Thank you Tom, Chris, Donna, Bill, Matt (The Boy), Dawn, Pat, Heather, Marika, Michelle, Topher, and Alex. Go Hawks!