It's no joke.

1.  I have strategically cropped this picture so that the bottom half of me doesn't show.

2.  Today I had to stop filling out progress reports for my SAT class so that I could give Rudy a lunchie bottle.  With my free hand, I flipped though a lacrosse book to try and figure out the difference between direct and indirect free positions.  I never got that far.

3.  When I started blogging, Todd joked that I was so lonely I was talking to myself on the internet.  (I've used that line before.  And you know what?  I often tell the same story over and over.  Like the time in AP English, almost ten years ago, when a student tossed me a pen across the circle of desks and I reached out and grabbed it with one hand.  One hand!  It was so cool and casually athletic; of course I still talk about it.)

4.  Am I talking to myself?  No.  But I still don't really know my audience because I don't get that many comments, and my followers list stagnated at six for weeks before the lovely Beth joined a few days ago.  As Artie Lange would say, "Waaahhhh."  Listen, I'm a middle child, and I like to entertain.  Reassure me, people.  Follow and comment.