Well, folks, Christmas has come late (or early?) in January.
Mike Hunt has started to blog. I'll let his first post wash over you, in full:
There are only two downsides to writing a 600-word sports column that appears four times a week in the newspaper.
It's 600 words. And it runs four times a week.
Occasionally, that's not enough words and not enough times to feed the 800-pound gorilla relentlessly gnawing on the 24-hour news cycle.
So welcome to Extra Points, where the stuff that falls through the cracks will be collected in a gently used Brewers clubhouse spittoon, filtered, sorted and sporadically presented in a semi-readable format.
We'll talk about the usual suspects and issues, at least the timely stuff I can't fit into the column. [Ed: Is Mike using the royal "we" in this thing?] We'll talk about the influence of sports on movies, books, music and culture in general. We'll talk about some pretty cool stuff I see along the road. But most of all we'll try to capture the spirit of the thing, whatever that thing might be, sort of like my man Dickie Dunn.
And as the spirit moves, we'll discuss things that might not have an immediate connection to sports. But trust us, connect they will. [Ed: Us?] For example, we'll eventually get around to talking about a song I heard on my favoite [sic] radio station the other day that managed to get "Milwaukee" and "Harvey Haddix" into the first two lines.
The intenion is to never be too serious, although we might encroach upon something approaching gravity should the need arise. If someone needs propping up or a kick in the seat, we'll try and accommodate.
And if things get too squirrelly, I just might say the heck with it and suggest we all go listen to the Marshall Tucker Band.
Thanks in advance for checking back from time to time.
There. That was pretty clear, wasn't it? This promises to be good times.