Hello, my name is Pres Maxson.  Some of my friends call me The Pianimal.  Seeing that I have never really written a blog before (and that it's pretty late at night),  I am going to now.  First of all, I don't really know what a blog is.  That right there was my first confession of the evening.  Here are some more: I had never eaten a corn dog in my life until most of the way through college, and Spice World is one of my favorite movies. 

Okay.  Let's get down to business.

Let's talk about what's on everyone's mind and no one is saying.  I can't believe that I am not a professional baseball player.  I would make a great third baseman.  I have good agility and a great command of that particular base.  I would provide the beer for the other team every time that one of their players visited.  We'd share a brew and muse on the modern day social impact of the sport versus the classic tales of players that ultimately fell short at being an awesome third baseman like me.  I don't know if anyone else knows this, but if you are a baseball player in the major leagues, they give you a locker in the clubhouse (or locker room).  I would hang a picture of Avril Lavigne in my locker.  Sure, it's Richard's poster, but I'd take it in exchange for box seats that I'm sure he'd accept.  Here's something else: Notice that the ball is not hit to the third baseman that often.  And, when it is (even if it is a routine play to an awesome player like myself), it is more often than not considered spectacular to the crowd.  You just have to be better at getting across the field of play than everybody else to play third base.  I would not wear my hat backwards even though I think that it's more comfortable that way.  Most third basemen in the majors wear it forward.  I would tip it up a little, though.  Easier to see.  I would wear a wrist band too.  You just don't get the chance to do that in everyday life that often.  Unless you are one of those people that wear them for fashion.  Not knocking it, just saying that my sweat runs unabsorbed when I get active.   The picture on my baseball card would be me diving to make a play.  Very awesome.

I was going to write a lot of stuff, but no real need.  I think that I've satisfied my writing urge for the night.  I have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would be a great professional baseball player.  At least that's what I think in my brain.  I imagine that Richard will delete this in like a day.

pres