Well, well, my first foray into the blogosphere. I mean, I've used twitter and facebook, but this seems more expansive, more, naked, if you will, in a vulnerable sense. I'm looking forward to the self-analysis and reflection, and yet I hope I don't come off as a whiney, mid-life crisis addled freak riddled with acceptance issues. So, there's that too.
But anywho, the name of the blog. I'll start there. Unlike 85% of the male population, its true, I hate wearing baseball caps. I think they look ridiculous on me. I see myself in a ball cap and I think I look like an out-of-place little leaguer who got stuck in right field. I try to put them on backwards and I feel like a reject from the 90's. I've tried straightening the bill, curving the bill so it looks like a duck, all of that. I just can't make it work. And you know what? I'm ok with that. In fact, I feel almost liberated, knowing that I don't have to be that guy who slams his hat on the minute his workday is done, lest he feel like someone might see his receeding hairline. I don't have to worry about hat head when they sing the national anthem. And most of all I never worry about what beer brand might have taken up stock on the side of my cap. I'm liberated, for sure.
See?? I'm already feeling better about myself. Something more substantial you say?? All right, all right. Next time. I need to pace myself.
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