Sunday, August 31, 2008

Delusions of Grandeur

Just wanted to post something real quick here since I'll be out of town for a few days.

Since my triumphant return to the hobby I've spent a lot of time on ebay. We all know what kind of ridiculous things go up for sale there. I wanted to bring your attention to one particular item I came across just a few moments ago. Unfortunately I was too late and the bidding closed before I could get mine in. Surprisingly nobody bid.

I laugh at this kind of thing now, but the truth is a few months ago I might not have thought that this was so out of line.

Of course, before I actually started an auction like this I probably would have at least glanced for a few moments at what cards actually go for now-a-days. But that's just me.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

The Subhelmet Hat Alliance: Jerome Walton

Set number 3 in Kramer's Collections is the Subhelmet Hat Alliance.

What is the greatest baseball team ever assembled? For many the '27 Yankees comes to mind. For others it may be the '75 Big Red Machine. A delusional Tribe fan may argue the '54 or '95 Indians, conveniently ignoring the fact that those teams never actually won anything (a small detail). This has been and will continue to be argued throughout time until Skynet becomes self aware.

I'm here to tell you, you are all wrong. The greatest team ever assembled was the '83 Routine Carpet Cleaners. As a proud member of that team I can tell you that we were dominant on a level not unlike the Cobra Kai dominated Danielson before he met Mr Miyagi. We were 7 years old and in the "Little Indians" coach pitch league. These were the days before T-ball. The Routine Carpet Cleaners deserve their own blog post.

What I want to talk about is the next year. The summer of '84 when the RCC was broken up. We were moved to the next level, the minors, where players pitched and coaches brought the equipment and gave out tickets to the candy stand. This was to be my summer of lost innocence. Well, maybe that's overstating it, but it did kind of suck. I was on a new team with new kids and was suddenly playing against better competition. No more 35-2 victories. No more coach tossing it exactly were I liked it. Suddenly I had to worry about getting hit with the ball. Everyone who played little league went through the same thing.

Two things happened that summer that seemed like a really big deal. One was a water line in town broke. The water, now contaminated, needed to be boiled. No more snowcones. No more orange pop (yes pop, not soda like some of you weirdos like to call it). No more long drinks from the water fountain. Suddenly all of the parents needed to eye each other with suspicion. Cliques were formed. The good, clean people, who boiled their water and therefore could be trusted with the water coolers, and the sketchy people who SAID they boiled the water, but maybe didn't. My parents were in the first group. My coach was in the second. It makes for a long summer (in retrospect it was probably only a few days or a week. It just seemed like the whole summer) when you have to decline a drink from your coach because your parents forbid you to drink his water. He knows why you won't drink it. It's very uncomfortable. As far as I know, every player survived that summer without coming down with dysentery.

The second thing to happen was an outbreak of lice. It started as a rumor. Some kids are getting lice. We were informed that in order to protect ourselves were to wear our hats underneath the helmet. It seemed like a good idea at the time. In retrospect it is a little like when we were taught to hide under our desk in the event of a nuclear attack. It was also just as effective. (Actually I'm assuming here. Maybe a desk IS the perfect protection from a huge blast of radiation. How would I know?). I, along with my friends, spent what seemed like days laying on the counter with our heads in the sink while our moms washed our hair with a mixture of vinegar, gasoline, and guacamole and combed our hair with tiny combs. It was brutal. Why they didn't just shave our heads I'll never know.

That experience is the genesis of this set. Players who for some reason STILL wear their hat underneath their helmet as if they trying to ward off lice. They know that it is their own helmet now. They know that lice probably doesn't make the rounds in The Show like it did in little league in the summer of '84. But, dammit, they aren't taking any chances. That's what I think of anyway when I look at one of these cards.

And here is the first card of the set. Jerome Walton:

When people think of '89 Upper Deck they invariably think of Ken Griffey Jr. I think of Jerome Walton. Why? Because I'm the A-hole who paid $15 for this card. Jerome Walton, I was convinced would be a Hall of Famer. Even better than Mark Lewis (Indian's Phenom, at least for a few months) and Kevin Seitzer ( who's card is in every pack ever produced). I looked it up and $15 in '89 is like $24.50 today. That is serious scratch for a 14-15 year old kid and remains the most I've ever spent on a single baseball card.

Walton started off strong, winning the ROY in '89 even going on a 30 game hitting streak (I'm sure DiMaggio was nervous). It was his last significant contribution, although he had a decent year in '95 for the Reds. That $15 is like Keyser Soze. Poof...It's gone. It doesn't seem fair. Jerome made close to $3 mil during his major league career. Maybe if I write him a letter he will send me my $15. I won't even account for inflation. That's just the kind of guy I am.

Looking back, maybe when I saw the card with Jerome's hat on underneath his helmet I should have known something was off. Maybe I should have put that $15 back in my pocket. Better to spend it on a sure thing. Like Hensley Bam Bam Meulens.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Good Times At The Airport!

I want to start by saying that it was my fault. I was late. As late as 35 minutes early is anyway.

This post has nothing to do with baseball or baseball cards, or even Walter, the Dude or H. I. McDonough. But I was thinking about it and I want to write something.

I spent the weekend in Colorado at a wedding. It was very nice. Maybe I'll put some pictures up later. My wife and I were flying home sunday morning out of Denver. The first thing that is my fault (and there are several) is I made a wrong turn on the way to the airport. This probably cost 10 minutes. What can I say. Then it took longer than expected to return the rental car. The DNC was arriving and things were busy. Maybe I should have accounted for that.

I got to the airport to check in about 50 minutes before departure. Plenty of time. There is a huge line. I think maybe I should say something, but I don't want to be one of those people that gets to cut to the front unless I'm really cutting it close. I don't begrudge those people. I just didn't think it was necessary. I decided just to wait my turn. Mistake #2.

I get to the front with 35 minutes to spare. No problem. I go to check in on the computer. It says I've missed my flight. I call some dude over who politely says that I must check in 45 minutes before departure. "But, I've been in line for about 20 minute." He politely ignores this observation and points me to another counter for the scum who arrive late.

I go over to the next counter to tell my tale to another polite gentleman. This man will surely help me. The plane STILL doesn't take off for another half hour. I could do cartwheels to the gate and still have time to spare. This man is the slowest man on the face of the earth. As he steps away for a moment my wife informs me that she has named him "Flash". This is ridiculously appropriate. I take this as a good sign. Surely he would move faster if time was short. Flash politely charges me $15 to check my bag. It's $350 a person round trip, $380 if you don't want to be naked. No problem. Flash then hands me our standby tickets to the next available flight to Chicago, our connection. We have now officially missed our flight that STILL won't take off for 20 minutes. However, Flash doesn't seem concerned. "You'll still make the connecting to Cleveland" he tells us very politely. Fantastic.

So we get up to the gate in time to see the plane that we SHOULD be on, push away a few gates over. No worries. We'll be in the air in less than an hour. The gentleman at the gate politely tells us he'll call us when it's our turn. Then things go horribly wrong. The plane is full. Now we will miss our connecting to Cleveland.

At customer service the lady politely berates us with her eyes for the scum that we are. We have missed our flight. We are all that is wrong with the world. We were only 35 minutes early (50 actually, but 35 when it counted) which is 10 minutes late. I think the airline must be run by Tom Coughlin.

"What do we do now?"

"I can get you on a direct flight to Cleveland", she politely informs us.

"Great, when does it leave?"


For a terrible moment I'm sure she isn't done. I'm sure she is going to say "thursday". But our luck is changing. It's leaving tonight. We only have about 7 more hours in the airport. What fun. My pregnant wife is thrilled.

It serves us right for being only 35 minutes early. I have no doubt that there is a piece of paper somewhere informing us that we must be checked in 45 minutes early. So this really is technically my fault. I was late. I made the wrong turn. At about 7.30 we took off and arrived in Cleveland at about 12.30 AM. Home at about 1.30AM. Up for work in a few hours. Good times.

I also am well aware that this absolutely pales in comparison to other travel nightmares, and most of you probably have stories that make this seem like a walk in the park. But like I said, I was just thinking about it.

I guess what I just don't understand is why nobody from the airline who could have helped decided we were worth helping. Nobody was interested or seemed to care very much. I understand that in the big scheme of things it is a very small inconvenience and it IS much my fault for missing their deadline. It would have been nice for someone to help out, though.

I wonder if the trouble that the airlines are in has as much to do with this sort of thing as the high gas prices. To them we were just another couple that had to wait around for a little while for a fight. Big deal. To us, it wasn't the end of the world, it was just a really shitty, uncomfortable, completely exhausting day.

10 minutes.

If nothing else it did give us time to spend $29 on candy and 1.5 lb of fudge. So that wasn't too bad.

I don't really want to name the airline because they probably are no worse than any of the others. I'll just say that it rhymes with Nunited Nairlines.

And, like I said, they were slow, unhelpful, and didn't seem to give much of a crap...but they were polite.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Cliff Lee and the Stinky Cheese

Cliff Lee continued his season of dreams today as he beat the Royals 10-3. There are 2 Cliff Lees this year. Both are great. The only question is which one will show up.

Cliff Lee #1: The Pedro Cliff Lee. He showed up a lot at the begining of the year when he threw something like 857 shutout innings in April. Pedro Lee nails the corners and makes hitters look foolish with his cutter. An example of Pedro Lee:

June 26 v. S.F - 8.0 IP 4 H 1 ER 11 K 1 BB and of course the win

I love this Cliff Lee. This Cliff Lee kicks all sorts of ass. This Cliff Lee leaves no doubt.

Cliff Lee #2: The Maddux Cliff Lee. He shows up when he doesn't quite have his best stuff going. When he isn't painting the corners and striking batters out with his incredible disappearing pitches. Last year Fausto Carmona was killing the opposition and time after time the beaten players would talk after the game about how filthy Fausto's stuff was. How it was almost unfair. I never hear that this year about Lee. What I hear about Lee is "he just pounded the strike zone". Almost like they can't figure out why this guy is any harder to hit than any other average pitcher. And then they look up, it's the seventh inning and they have 1 run on the board. This is always how I felt about Maddux.

I loved Maddux. Still do. (Except in the '95 WS). I liked to call his stuff the "stinky cheese". I don't have the faintest idea what the hell that actually means but it felt right. And it felt right on Aug 10 vs Toronto when this was Cliff's line:

8.0 IP 8 H 0 ER 1 K and the win.

He gave up 8 hits and no runs with only 1 strikeout. He must have had the stinky cheese working that day.

And, he had the stinky cheese in full effect today as inning after inning he had men on base. And inning after inning he got out of it. 4 double plays in seven innings. You never really felt like there was really a chance that he WOULDN"T get out of it. That's how Stinky Cheese Lee is pitching this year. It's just working. This is my favorite Cliff Lee. He's a great pitcher to watch.

This dude is 18 - 2 this year with a 2.34 ERA and close to a 6 K/BB ratio. He's phenominal. And to think that there are probably a million Red Sox fans who will cry bloody murder if Dice doesn't win the Cy Young.

My man crush on Cliff Lee continues to grow daily.

As far as Cliff's cards go, it looks like you can still pick up pretty much whatever you want for really cheap. The nicest card I can find is this 02 Donruss auto /100. It's going for a pretty reasonable $20 right now. Probably be a little higher by the time it closes. I'm not getting it for one reason. I live in Cleveland. I've seen this before. I know how this ends. I'll pick it up cheap next year after the inevitable fall to earth. Let's face it. There's no where else for him to go.

But, here's hoping that in a years time I'm writing another blog post about how Cliff Lee is still throwing the stinky cheese and i sure wish I would have picked up that card last year when it was only $20. That would really put a smile on my face.

This post was about Cliff Lee and his unbelievable season, but I thought it only prudent to mention that Grady had 4 hits today including a triple and a homer. And, he drove in 7 runs. Not a bad day at the office.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Funny Things My Wife Says

Last night after the Jamaican women swept the 100m run in the Olympics.

"Jeez, I'm suprised they can run so fast down there with all of that weed that they smoke."

Think about that. Kind of tough to argue with that, isn't it?

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Kent Tekulve Spectacle Brigade

This is set number 2 of my original, uncompletable sets. The Kent Tekulve Spectacle Brigade. I knew very little about Tekulve as a kid. He was a national leaguer. Why should I care about him? He was never going to play the Tribe. But from the first time I saw his baseball card the image of his glasses was forever seared into my fertile brains for all time. They were magnificent.

"What an odd looking fellow" I thought, or something to that effect. (Probably not fellow. I doubt I used that word much when I was 12). I just couldn't get over those glasses. And he looked too...well...gauky or something. Since then, every time I see someone with similar eye wear I always think of Kent, even though the glasses are just about the ONLY thing I know about him.

Here are 2 cards of Kent a decade apart. 1977 and 1987 Topps. I scanned both because I think they are the same glasses. I'm not kidding. Look at them. They're exactly the same. This guy probably pitched his entire career in the same specs. Having perfect eyesight myself (I rule) I have no idea if this is unusual. The only frame of reference I have is that my wife seems to get new glasses about 16 time a year. It seems to me that a dude on a major league salary ought to be able to mix in the occasional new pair of specs.

Tekulve did have a good career, spanning from '74 to '89, mostly with the Pirates. He had a goofy sidearm delivery that was apparently very effective. At one time Kent held a few different records for relief pitchers, including most appearances with 1,050. He saved 184 games during a time before there were really save specialists. I guess you could say the highlight of his career would have been the '79 World Series in which he struck out 10 in 9.1 innings, saving 3 games for the champion Pirates "We Are Family" team.

I think Kent had the type of career that should have gotten him more recognition. I think whatever recognition he has outside of Pittsburgh (fair or not) is probably due a lot to his glasses. I'm not the only one to have noticed either. Kent Tekulve does have his own tee shirt. It's pretty kick ass too. Is Tekulve the kind of guy to get his own tee shirt based on his stats? Would he get a tee of his own without those 1970's big, slightly tinted glasses on that skinny face underneath 15 years of ridiculous Pirates hats? Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but mine is "not a chance in hell".

There is no shortage of players in the 70s and 80s with big glasses. Everyone of them gets compared to Tekulve. He is their General. Kenton Charles Tekulve deserves a baseball card set all his own. And, dammit, I might be just the man to do it.

If anyone has good cards of players with Tekulve specs (especially more recent, which are harder to find) let me know so I can add them to the checklist.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Gold Tooth Mafia: Dick Davis

My foray back into the wild world of card collecting has led me to a few conclusions. 1. I'm extremely lucky that I found a girl to marry me. 2. I have more free time than I've ever admitted. 3. I'm a set collector.

When I was younger and collecting in the deadcard era of '86 - '91, I never put together an actual set. I got plenty of factory sets, but they just aren't the same. The real shame of the whole thing is that half of my factory sets have been opened, sorted, and put in binders 2 cards per sleeve so I had to use less pages. As I get older and wiser I can no longer deny that the $15 that Beckett assures me my '88 Donruss set would normally be worth is considerably devalued due to the short sighted recklessness of a foolish yout. (I'm sorry...yooouuuttthh). I have an email in to Tracy Hackler on the issue, but I fully expect that in it's current condition my set will be valued at no more than $12. I can only hope that it would have been worth $3 to a 13 year old boy to actually be able to look at and play with his baseball cards. Either way it's a lesson learned. NEVER LOOK AT YOUR CARDS.

But enough about that. On to the issue at hand. Set collecting. Since my triumphant return I haven't really settled on an area of focus for my collecting. I did decide to try to put together a few sets and immediately settled on 2008 Topps Chrome. It is far from finished and I haven't completely decided what parallels and refractors to focus on, but it's been fun so far.

But my favorite idea thus far is to collect sets I just made up on my own. The idea came about, as most good ones do, as I sat on the porcelain throne. As I was fiddling with my database I ran across a list I had made of all 36 Ernie Camacho cards ever made (as far as I could tell). I've already blogged about Ernie a bit. Well, I was entering cards into the computer and ran across a fellow named Dick Davis and noticed he had a gold tooth. I was thinking about Dick as I sat on the toilet (I'm adding this as I preview this blog post to let you know that I DO realize how that last sentence sounds and I REFUSE to change it. It's too funny.) and chuckled. Then I started to wonder how many other players might have gold teeth. There MUST be others. This is a set that I want. It doesn't matter that it can never truly be completed. It can just keep getting bigger. And even though most of the players won't be any more than commons, they'll be like gold (teeth) to me. What an awesome set that would make.

Well it snowballed from there and I have lists of other goofy sets I intend on collecting, to be unveiled all in good time. And it all started with Dick Davis.

So the first set to be unveiled it the Gold Tooth Mafia Set. And here is it's one and only member.

I've personally never heard of Dick Davis, and there isn't a whole lot of info on him. This is his 1981 Topps card. For some reason I have doubles, which probably means he was somehow deemed unworthy of my bicycle spokes. Dick was born on Sept 25, 1953 and he hails from Compton. His best year as a Brewer was '79 when he hit 12 HR and slugged at a .418 pace. Baseball Library has very little to say other than he was a "terrible defensive liability". After being traded to the Phillies in 81 for Randy Lerch, Dick played briefly for a few other teams before becoming a star for the Kintetsu Buffalos. This has led me to believe that the Tom Selleck movie must have been loosely based on Dick Davis.

I know that it is hard to make out Dick's tooth in this picture, but I assure you, it is gold, and it is glorious. Some of you may be inclined to frown upon the gold tooth. What I know is that gold is STILL the most functional and durable of materials from which one can fashion a tooth. One could also put a little diamond in it, if one was so inclined. So all of you spoiled, shallow, bourgeois out there can take you hard, brittle porcelain teeth. Even if it's a perfect match you'll have to get it replaced when it breaks in 5 years. No, me and Dick and the rest of the Proles will take our dependable and thoroughly kick-ass gold.
If any of you run across another card with a gold toothed player, please let me know. Somehow, I doubt Topps has kept a checklist for me.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

A Beautiful Night For Baseball

I'm going to steal a page out of Mario's playbook for this post.

1. Because I like the idea

2. Because I haven't had an original thought in my entire life

If it wasn't for Wax Heaven I probably wouldn't have thought to take my camera. I apologize for the quality of the photos. Apparently I take pictures about as well as I blog. After complaining to my my wife about how dark everything was turning out she suggested "why don't you turn the flash off?" Oh...yeah...good idea. Fortunately she was kind enough to not call me an idiot. Unfortunately it was already in the eighth inning and every picture I had taken so far was darker than Bob over on the left there. Oh well. It isn't the last Indians game I'll be going to and I plan on packing the camera from now on.

I was made aware of these tickets at the last minute. It was too late to rearrange my work schedule so I didn't arrive until the 3rd inning. It's a very L.A. thing to do. I usually frown upon late arrivers and traffic beaters, but I'll give myself a pass knowing that it couldn't be helped. These aren't my usual seats. I'm usually on the opposite side of the field on the 3rd base line. It's cool to occasionally sit in a different spot. One bright spot is that I was able to enter through right field and (once again) give my wife a lecture on Bob Feller. As this is (first and foremost) a baseball card blog, anyone reading this already knows who he is. Besides, I think Bob probably deserves his own post. I'll just say that anyone who decides to watch a game at field should take the time to visit this statue. If nothing else it will give you an idea what Feller has always meant to this city.

At this point I'd like to point out that the (hopefully) Grady Sizemore picture at the top of this post was originally right here on the right hand side. It is now at the top because I'm apparently some kind of incredible moron. I wouldn't trust myself with a Speak and Spell right now.

OK. Back to the post.

We arrived late. I got a beer. We found our seats and watched an inning. The Tribe was already down 2-0. The kid next to me informed me that an as yet unidentified Oriole hit a HR about 10 feet left of our seat. I'm fairly confident I could have plowed over about 10 kids and their moms to get to that ball. It's probably better that I didn't. People would have complained. Bunch of babies. I've since found out that the mystery Oriole was Aubrey "The Llama" Huff. Big hitter, the Llama.

*From now on I will be referring to anyone who hits a home run as "The Llama" just so I can use that Caddyshack line.

After that inning I needed another beer. Also a few hot dogs and some nachos. I'm nothing if not heath conscious. Strange thing. There was no onion to put on the dogs. They used to have onion dispensing machines all over the park. It was always right next to the mustard (and the ketchup, which is there for kids and foreigners. The people, not the band. I have no knowledge of the band's preference in condiments). Now I can't even get some from the hot dog stand. It's a sad state of affairs to be sure. I plan on writing a strongly worded letter. And this on a night when onion beat ketchup and mustard in the Hot Dog Race by such a ridiculous margin that I thought maybe it was Michael Phelps in that hot dog suit.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to point out that we are getting our asses handed to us by Jeremy Guthrie. He's the guy we drafted, gave a $3 mil signing bonus to. Made a starter in the minors. Kept calling up to ride the bench and pitch out of the bullpen. And finally gave up on. Baltimore claimed him off waivers in early 07 and made him a major league starter. He's now their number one. You know what? Who needs him. He can go bowling with Brandon Phillips and Ryan Ludwick for all I care. We're fine. We've got Jeremy Sowers, Josh Barfield and David Delluci.

The game was close until the ninth. Brendan Donnelly, making the most of his call up, grooved one to Nick Markakis with 2 outs and 1st open. He did this right after I turned to my wife to tell her "It's OK to walk this guy. He's their best hitter and 1st base is open. We just want to make sure he doesn't get anything good to hit." It was hard to tell but from right field seats it looked like Markakis's eyes got as big as cue balls. He sent it straight back up the middle. Game over.

By this time Juan Rincon is warming up in the bullpen. I'm watching him over the wall and yell "go get 'em Juan" when he gets the call. He is so focused that he doesn't even acknowledge me. The picture above is Rincon exiting the bullpen. He's a machine. He's in the zone. He promptly throws a wild pitch to score the final run. 6-1.

With the game over, we made our way to the exit, disappointed with the loss but content in the fact that we had spent a beautiful night at the park watching baseball. No matter what happens on the field, any night at the park is a good night (unless you're sitting next to a Yankees fan). As we filed out I looked over and saw John Adams, Tribe Superfan. He's been banging his base drum out in right field for 34 years. My wife suggests a picture so as he walks by I ask him. He casually hands me a drumstick and takes the picture.

*That's us up above. I'm wearing my 93 Indians jersey with the Steve Olin and Tim Crews patch on the side. It has the old block letters I love that jersey. It's unbuttoned because otherwise I look like Chris Farley doing "fat guy in a little coat.

Right after the picture I say thanks. I give him the old "you must get this a lot" as it seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to want a picture with him. He just smiles and says "nope". Oops.

So it goes.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

See what I Mean?

I publish the post and for some reason the whole damn thing is jammed together. It makes it incredibly difficult to read. I need help with this, man, sir.

Achiever Card Blog Under Construction

It has been far too long since I've posted anything and I know that is not acceptable. I've got to make a choice. Either I'm going to do this blog or I'm not. I would like to do it. However, I'd also like it not to suck. And, that's the rub. As of right now, I'm not sure how to make it not suck. I plan on working on that.

There are a few reasons for my disappearance that's I'd like to explain.

1. As the next pictures will show, the Achiever Card Blog is not the only thing in the Kramer household (Yes, my name is actually Kramer) that is under construction. My wife is doing a little constructing of her own. In her crazy world what she's working on is more important than baseball cards and baseball card blogs. Yeah, I know, it's crazy. But, what am I going to do. There is just no reasoning with the woman. And, seeing as how she is way out of my league, I go out of my way to keep her happy.

This means a lot of time at doctors appointments and the store for me and more computer time for her. "Little Larry" and anything having to do with him takes precedence over pretty much everything else right now, as he should. The silver lining is that every trip to the store is another potential pack of baseball cards for me. This does leave less time for me to blog. I've been busier at work so I usually have time to occasionally check the internet but not really make a post. I guess I have to teach myself that every post need not be a book. In fact, the shorter the post the better, in most cases.

2. My wife, in addition to the kid, has started teaching part time at Case Western Reserve. Because of this she has needed the computer more to throw together lectures and power point type stuff. Hopefully we'll have another computer soon, but right now there is only one. It's just hard to convince her that she needs to get off the computer so I can check ebay or see what Gellman and Mario have to say.
3. The Access project. I recently acquired microsoft excel and access. I decided to use access to catalog my cards and have spent hours fiddling with it. I finally have what I hope is a working database and have been diligently entering my cards. I still have a long way to go. My estimate is that it will take months. My fear is that when I'm finished, it won't work the way I envisioned or I will realize that I should have done something different. Only time will tell.
4. Most importantly, I just don't really like my blog. I do have fun doing it, but I know it isn't very good. I need a direction for it. I figure that will come with time. I have a few ideas and I hope they pan out.
My immediate problem with it is that I really don't know what I'm doing on computers. I'm extremely lacking in basics of computers and blogging. I hesitate to ask questions because, even if I knew what to ask, I probably wouldn't understand the answer and get discouraged. The truth is I've never had any reason to learn about computers. The only thing I've ever needed one for is to write an occasional paper, check email, and look at news on ESPN. It never really mattered how things worked.
I'll give you an example of my ineptitude. Whenever I make a post I have to work out everything from the start. If I add a picture it goes straight to the top of the post. So, I can't start typing and then decide to add a picture. I have to upload every picture I want in reverse order and then type around it. I can't imagine that this is the only way to do it, as it is an incredible pain in the ass. And that's just one thing. Another thing is people talk about how many hits they get. For the life of me I can't figure out how they know. If anyone can give me some advice on where to go and what to do to get myself up to speed on maintaining a blog page and adding features it would be greatly appreciated. I know this exposes me for a fool, but I need more help with thing than just asking a few random questions and hoping I understand the replies.
Hopefully soon I'll be able to overhaul the and start posting things worth reading. I don't know it the name will be the same, or not. I just know I don't like it how it is and how it looks right now. I'm hoping that the few blog rolls that I'm on will give me some time to get my shit together before they boot me. Although, I'd understand if they did and would just hope that I'd get this thing to the point where I'd be worthy of getting back on them.
See what I mean? I'm just so damn long winded. Really, who the heck do I really expect to read this whole thing?