Idiots Write About Sports

Well, all good things must come to an end. And so must ill-conceived, barely noticed things, apparently, which is why my Athletics-related rantings in this neck of the virtual woods will be coming to an end.
Ah, but the seven or eight faithful readers of this site shouldn’t fly into a blind panic or rend their garments or sing hosannas to the heavens for my untimely departure. I’m going to continue writing about the A’s — I’ll just be doing it in a different venue.
Ken Arneson has suggested that we join forces over at Catfish Stew, and I decided to quickly accept his offer before he could have any second thoughts. Remember, Ken — no takebacks.
I’m joining Catfish Stew after a series of intense negotiations in which Ken won the right to my services in exchange for a Philly cheesesteak. While that may not seem like much, consider that Ken — much like the Rangers when they signed A-Rod to that deal — was pretty much bidding against himself.
I mean, say what you will about Scott Boras, but that guy gets results. He really earned that 10 percent of my cheesesteak.
In all seriousness, I think this is a tremendous opportunity. You only have to count the innumerable times I’ve linked to something Ken’s written to know how highly I regard his work. I only hope to live up to the high standard that’s set at each and every one of the blogs under the Toaster banner, and that looking smart-by-association is as inevitable as I’ve been led to believe.
While my piteous cries for Ken Macha’s head and other such A’s-related schtick will now take place over at Catfish Stew, I plan to continue posting stuff here at the Idiots weblog — petty complaints about other sports happenings, strange vendettas against newspaper men who offend my sensibilities, and photos of me wearing Hawaiian shirts at athletic venues across the land will continue to appear here as time and circumstances permit. I’ll do so not just because of the copious amounts of free time I apparently have or because of my insatiable lust to see my byline over and over again, but because one of the great joys in my life is to work with Jason Snell, who is a fine colleague and an even better friend. And if anyone points out to him that I wrote that, I plan on saying it was a typo.
So let’s not think of this as a goodbye — let’s think of it more as a click over here.