Just Ta Let Cha Know!

Alright, homies. I've been rockin' this thing for a bit now, but I haven't said too much about me. Here's a little about the mind that moves the fingers that rocks the MacBook keyboard. Now don't get too distressed about the most important aspect of who I am: a baby. That's right I might be a few weeks short of six months, but I still stay up on the world of college and pro-football, mostly through conversations with my old man, occasionally by reading the work of the esteemed Phil Steele. I also like to exercise my Constitutional rights (this is for you Screamin' A!) to comment on other stuff that's givin' me a little of the ol' diaper rash, if you know what I mean. 

Anyway, you might be askin' yourself, what is an "ombudsman"? Well, playboy, look it up. Basically, I point out the foolishness and the wrongdoing in the world of sports, and also in the world of sports commentary and analysis. At the same time, I'll give you a little of my own insight (you're welcome) so that you can make informed, for "entertainment purposes only" decisions. 

This isn't going to be one of those typical "baby blogs." I'm not gonna talk about what mushed veggie I started eating, or whether or not I can sit up on my own for more than ten seconds. If you want that jive, there's plenty out there. This is all about holding people accountable in the world of sports. It just so happens that I'm a baby. Don't judge me on that. Roll with me for a bit, it'll be a good time.

"I've ripped many places, on a regular basis."

- Big Daddy Kane