My About Me

After 3 posts I figured that all my adoring fans (who have never met me) are wondering who is the man behind the blog? What are his likes and dislikes, his fears, and his interests. Well here is your chance. A once in a lifetime opportunity to find out who I am. This is my “E! True Hollywood Story.”
The most obvious place to start this story would be on February 19, 1987, but I am not going to bore you with my early years. I am going to start my story with my first childhood dream. As a kid I wanted to be an astronaut. To my young mind it was the most fascinating thing in the world. As a kid you are always curious; always wanting answers to your questions. As a kid my question was, what is space? That dream lasted a while, probably for about 3 or so years. Why might you ask that I am currently not working for NASA? Well for my 8th birthday I was given a VHS of Apollo 13. It was a great movie. It also scared the crap out of me. My parents also bought a book detailing all the accidents that have occurred in NASA’s history. And my dreams of becoming an astronaut disappeared.
This next part will not be surprising to most. Starting when I was about 6 and still is true today, my favorite thing in the world is baseball. It has and always will be my passion. As a kid, you could not keep me off the field. I played with broken bones and even made an amazing catch using just a hat when I was 6 (but that’s another story for another time), when I was sick, and when it was winter. And so began my second childhood dream. I wanted to be a baseball player and more importantly, play for the Philadelphia Phillies. Up until I was 17 years old I played baseball all the time, through all four seasons. I do not play anymore, but I still follow baseball religiously. Getting to see the Phillies win the World Series was one of the greatest moments of my life. I love everything about baseball, except the New York Mets.
Before I finish with all my childhood dreams I think this would be a fitting time to talk about my two biggest fears: bees and clowns. They both suck. My fear of bees stems to an incident where I stepped on a yellow jacket hive and then proceeded to kick the hive. It wasn’t my smartest moment. After stripping down to my boxers and rolling around the grass in front of my entire neighborhood, after being thrown into the shower and sprayed with Windex to kill the yellow jackets, and after 100+ different yellow jacket stings all over my body, bees and I do not like each other. In fact, I am proud to say when I see a bee, I shriek with terror and run the opposite direction.
Clowns are a different story. I had a bad experience, but for some reason I do not think that is why I have this fear. My fear stems from how they look. There is absolutely no need for all that makeup. No person should ever have that much makeup on his or her face and no person should have that creepy of a smile. And if you want proof that clowns are scary just watch the movie IT. After you watch the movie you can then join me in my efforts to save future generations from the same horror that clowns have inflicted on me.
Sadly, to understand the man behind the blog you are going to have to read a lot more. But we will save that for another time.
To Be Continued….