As those two or three regulars who drop by here know, we try to make this blog a newsy, pleasant place to pop in for photos and stories from spring training.
Three, four posts a day, quick as we can get 'em up. And then, the question naturally arises - who reads this? The feedback is, well, confined to a rather comfy group that would likely all fit in a VW bug.
So today, walking to the simulated game with Shannon Drayer, a couple stopped her and asked for her photograph. As the woman stood beside Shannon, the husband said he loved my blog and wanted me in the shot, too.
"We just discovered your blog this year, and you have a wonderful perspective, and the way you use words is wonderful," he said. And then he added one more word.
They thought I was Kirby Arnold, the intrepid beat writer from Everett and a good friend. In the interest of correcting future mistakes, I am publishing a photo of Kirby. You can look at it and compare it to the one of me in the upper left-hand corner here.
He has hair where I used to and no longer do. I have a beard where he does not. I am warm, genuine, pure of heart. Kirby only appears to be all of those. He is really the devil
Don't ever read his blog again ... and for God's sake, cheer me up, folks. Write!