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Here begins a Sport Literate blog. Until recently, I was clueless to this blog business. Couldn’t differentiate blog from Shinola. And I don’t like the sound of it: too much like blah, blah, blah. And who would want to sift through anyone else’s “Web log?” Foul and pestilent indeed.

Still, I’m entering the fray of the millions of virtual writers, droning on to what could be an audience of none. Somewhere over the electronic transom these bloggers (me now among them) tap dance across keys spilling bits and pieces of their guts and minds. And someone in Pink Floyd once asked, “Is there anybody out there?”

For my blog part, I’ll be brief. I’ll put myself in enough of harm’s way to come up with something to say. My first such act of foolishness started the last week in May when I tried out for the Lafayette Lions Football team. I pulled a hamstring purple, black, and blue just running around in short pants, and then went to work on my groin. Many of us reach a certain age in adulthood where you’re never really asked to run fast to another location. So when you suddenly do, those sleepy muscles react violently. I’m much too old for semi-pro football, and my friends think I’m semi-retarded for even attempting it.

But, barring cuts or dismissal from the team, there’s more to come. Tune in every Friday (if you’re out there) for reports on the grand gridiron experiment. With a stolen page out of George Plimpton’s book, I’ll dub myself the Online Lion for now. Truth be told, I’m an easily winded tight end who’s much slower than I remembered myself to be. In the jungle warfare, I’m just trying to learn some routes, catch a few balls thrown my way, and keep my head on my shoulders. Next week: pads accompanied by pain.