4 Comments Monday, April 12th, 2010
…and I’m not going anywhere!
Unlike Michael Jordan, I couldnâ€™t fax in my blogging return. KING‘s new E.I.C., Sean A. Malcolm made me e-mail it…Go figure. I, for one, am happy that “The Illest Men’s Magazine” is back. It wasnâ€™t really a “good-bye” it was more like a year-long “see you later.” The last time I was here, I was trying to my best to “protect” you from a broken heart. I never give anyone advice I wouldnâ€™t use on myself because, as we all know, most advice is judged by results not intentions.
For those who have read my blogs, you know my thoughts are coming from all parts of my cranium. No subject is safe in my headâ€¦yeah thatâ€™s it. Not much has changed since the “hiatus,” especially if you follow my Slurpee-induced tweets on Twitter. Iâ€™m still the God loving, 9 to 5 working model who canâ€™t get enough of sports. Oh, and as donâ€™t let the picture attached to the blog fool you. I’m sure it’ll grab your attention for 30 seconds…or a few minutes [shrugs]. But the goal of this blog, as always, is to keep your attention with my words, even if you do drool profusely on your keyboard while doing so. This is just a preview of what’s to come, so get ready to step back into “The Nest” I just wanted to give you a little taste to satisfy your sweet tooth [laughs]. So buckle up and get ready to step back into “The Nest.” Now, excuse me as I continue to fertilize my yard with my busted NCAA brackets (darn you, Duke and your painfully boring winning ways!)â€¦and Iâ€™m out like the Big East in the tournament…
Remember, the biggest part of you should be youâ€¦â€¦
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