Since some people say I am the devil......Please allow me to re-introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste, I’ve been around a long, long time,even though you’ve never seen my face.
Enough of that greetings and salutations bullshit.
Here’s the answer to the question “ Where have you been?â€
As some of you know I had a blog called “ This Is Saddawg Speaking.â€
It started out as a place where I could bitch and talk about whatever I wanted. I figured it would only be read by some miscreants from SixPack Speak and a few frustrated NAFOOMERS.
My readership soon branched out into about every country and continent there is. I got emails from all over the world.
I have to say that that stroked the ole ego like a Coo-Chee does to Mr. Happy after she has polished off a few glasses of wine.
It was fun. For awhile.
However , I was getting 50-100 Emails a day, and I felt like I should answer them all. And I did. I loved getting them, but the blog was quickly becoming almost like a job.
Some of you also know that I’m highly allergic to having a job. So it became less fun.
Then , out of the blue came some interesting offers. People wanting to advertise on the blog, people wanting to market the blog, etc.
I turned them all down.
Believe it or not I was actually contacted by a person in MSU athletics to do something concerning State athletics. ( Funny, a year before I was screaming for heads to roll there, and the next year they want me to do something)
I turned that down too.
Then the biggie came. A media deal.
Long story short, I was contacted by a media company about a TV and magazine deal. I brushed it off at first figuring it was a scam. But they were persistent. So I invited them down. They must have liked what they saw because they offered me a hell of a deal.
A pilot reality TV program and some writing assignments about fishing all over the world, with a Saddawg twist to them.
During the dinner with them I didn't hear much of what they were saying because my attention was drawn to the outstanding set of lungs on a production assistant they had with them.
But I snapped back to reality when they offered the deal. This was real. They even had a check made out.
These morons were offering this deal to a committed slacker who drinks too much, sleeps too much, asses off too much, and who posts stupid crap about his life, opinions, and State athletics on a damn blog.
If they were stupid enough to offer I was stupid enough to consider it.
This deal would have changed my life and my lifestyle.
I would have to actually do what I considered work.
And, I would have lost the thing I care about the most and the only thing I have ever worked for....
My privacy.
It surprised no one who actually knows me, that after thinking it over, I turned it down. I couldn’t see subjecting me and my friends to that kind of attention, so I just shut it down and disappeared until everybody left me alone.
If you saw my last blog post, that was my answer to them. That’s how I told them no. With a damn video on the blog.
It blew their minds. They wanted me checked for mental stability.
I know I’m nuts.
Funny thing is they think they are sane. You gotta be a raving psycho to offer a deal like that to a no talent bum like me to be on TV and write articles.
They sweeten the deal some. I told them to piss off again. After a few days they got the message and quit bugging me.
A guy I like a lot once said, “ The only good thing about money is that it gives you the power to be left alone.â€
That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m not greedy. I have enough to pretty much be left alone.
But lately I got to thinking about how much I enjoyed the blog before it got too big. I loved getting the feedback that came with it. My favorite moment was the night of the Egg Bowl in ‘08 when I got the call from a friend that Croom was going to be gone the next day. I got over 2,000 hits on the page that one night.
So last month Dawgstudent and I got together and decided to bring it back where it all began.
The Pack is where Saddawg was created ( although not totally by me, try and figure that out).
It is my true internet home. The blog would have never gotten so big if it weren’t for the Six Pack.
Here it can be what it was meant to be.... fun.
And smaller.
Because now if you want to hear my stupid drivel and ranting, or (as most of you only care about) see the Coo-Chees, you will have to do it here in our small neck of the interwebs.
No stupid ass facebook, myspace, or twitter. Just here, where it began and where it belongs.
All Sixpack, all the time.
I look forward to this and look forward to your feedback. You will have the option to reply and give me hell if you want to. Speak your mind. And have a thick hide.
Quite a few things have happened at State since I quit blogging, so there’s plenty to catch up on.
I will still have contributors,outside ideas, and info who I will reference from time to time.
Here, anything goes. No telling what the hell I may write about here.
This is mine, if it sucks, it’s all on me.
This will be the end of all bullshit, no Kool-Aid here.
This is not for kids and those easily offended.
This is not for Namby Pamby politically correct Jack Wagons.
This will be the way I always wanted it.
This is where I’ve always belonged.
This is gonna be raw.
This is gonna be ugly.
This is gonna be fun.
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THIS.......... IS SADDAWG SPEAKING!
Welcome aboard.
That's what I live for. I'm also non-working slacker. And that's the way I want to keep it. So I understand your philosophy.
