Hey there, and welcome to my blog. My name’s Bobby, and this is where I’ll be, you know, presenting. Not sexually, like an animal, if that’s how you read that (and if you did, dude, gross. Seriously.) Instead, I’ll be presenting things. Interesting things, like the UFC and critical review of children’s horror stories by R.L. Stine. Oh, and almanac-like study of various sports from around the world, which may or may not be of dubious factual accuracy.
Now, you my be asking yourself what makes me so damned qualified to talk on such matters, and why you should even care what I have to say about these matters, and to that I say three things. First of all, fuck you. Secondly, oh yeah, well what makes you so great? And finally, you’re right, I’m not particularly qualified, and it was wrong of me to snap like that. My bad.
As for who I am, the honest answer is “nothing particularly special,” or so I’ve been told. I have an undying love for sports, particularly the NFL and mixed martial arts, and was even lucky enough to corner a fighter in the UFC once, where I held the important responsibility of shutting the fuck up and letting the real corner men yell things to better let him hurt another man with punches in and around the face. I also love musical theater, and have been made misty eyed by a very specific Adam Sandler movie more than once, and I don’t mean from his time as a serious actor. So, all-in-all, a pretty average guy. Also, one time I shaved my head into an Irish flag mohawk on St. Patrick’s day, which was pretty fun.