So, We Meet Again...

As stubborn as I once was about all this cyber-stuff, I guess it's really not all that bad. Obviously I was slow to join the blogging ranks-- and my blog is not near as popular as say, AJ's (though if it weren't for his anti-Husker rants, and the mutants it attracts, he's blog would be a ghost town... kinds like this one). It took me a while to hop into Facebook-- though, there is not a day that goes by that I'm not at least checking in there. And now I'm finally giving in to the peer pressure and updating my MySpace page... when I once believed MySpace was as evil as the Huskers, George Steinbrenner, rap music, and energy drinks combined.

Then again, I also once vowed to never patronize a Starbucks... and that has recently gone out the window.

But to their credit, Facebook and MySpace have opened up a window to the past for me. They have given me an opportunity to reconnect with friends whom I left behind (for whatever reason) more than 10 years ago. And it's not like I was upset with them, it was just that in the journey through life we lost touch.

For me, this is the greatest thing since sliced bread... well, ok... maybe not... this is better than sliced bread, so it's like the greatest thing since unsliced bread... or dirt... or something really really old that was the dawn of a new generation. OK, I'm getting carried away... MySpace is not THAT great, but happening across old friends, people who know me, who understand me, and who don't think I'm a pompous asshole ranks up there somewhere.

You sometimes forget, that despite being nothing more than a benchwarmer in college, when you're an athlete there are evil people who are your friend because of who you are, not who you are (think about that for a moment). I know these friends are true friends, friends I have NEVER had to question my friendship with.

Now, the only question is-- have they found their way here? Either way, just to talk to them again is like making everyday Christmas, and I can't describe how excited I am to catch up with them: I have so much to talk about with them, and I'm sure there is so much they'd like to tell me.

(Haven't I already done a blog on this?)