Really With That?

Its Simply A Matter of Opinion

So those of you who know me, know that years ago I started this blog called "Schmidt on Sports"...which ultimately started out as me ranting and raving about Packer games, screaming my head off and going apeshit about the ups and downs of my hometown sports team. This concept soon expanded into sports in general....and then ultimately multiple reincarnations of the blog....which at that point had become a no holds barred approach to anything and everything that pissed little old me off. Midgets....bathroom switches that control the light and the fan on the same switch....Walmart....shitty drivers....you name it, it was open game.

What was discovered over the years was that you all thought it was pretty damn funny. For me it was just a way of venting a form a "road rage" in a more creative way. But the more I wrote, the more you followed. And when I went away on numerous departures, sabbaticals and "soul searching"...those of you faithful to my rants actually missed me. You asked for me to come back and give birth to the blog once again. In an effort to please all of you, I played around with fancy websites, cool little gadgets and different creative executions. In the end all I did was muddy a very simplistic idea: a place to write about things that dance on my last fucking nerve...and as I have so eloquently shared with many of you who know me...things or people that poke the bear.  The bear being me.

So I have finally returned home to each of you. For those of you new to the blog...prepare yourselves. I take no prisoners and I have no limitations. The world is too amped about being PC. People need to relax and take the sticks out of their asses. Unless your a puppet. Because Puppets have no choice but to have someone's hand up their ass all the time. In fact....come to think about it, a puppet should be the only thing in the world in a constant shit mood.

But I digress....

This blog will provide you with some very real laughter, very real humor...but make no mistake about this: I will not censor my rage. Ask those who know me..you'll laugh, you'll cry (don't blame me for your haircut) and you'll celebrate the joy that is Paul.  Somehow I hope to carry each of you through your days a little better, a little happier and a little more aware of simple facts of this great world of ours....such as if you are of Asian decent and your name is actually Kim Yoo Suk...organized sports is probably not your best option...or for that matter, any event that the crowd may have to chant your name.

Patience folks. We'll cover it all...and in all good time.

Welcome back my old friends. And welcome to those of you who are new. You're all in for a hell of a ride.

P