Grazing over back blogs I noticed I had comments, three of them, on one of my earlier posts!
This is amazing in that there have been no comments posted, nada, not a one, since this opus began.
Until now.
I figured the “comments” option was not activated, and I was O.K with that. I would’ve been O.K. too with them activated. There’s nothing like feedback.
So it might figure that the comments would take me to the woodshed.
And deservedly so.
In my blog on the passing of Tom Miller I refered to his junior-year foil as “Trinity’s carpet-bagging Bob Truby”.
As the father said in So I Married An Axe Murderer, “That was a bit offsides.”
In the world of Pa. wrestling where state-level athletes never seem to transfer to the small, talent-starved border districts, but invariably show up in the lineups of the sport’s Big Dogs, [No! No! No! I’m not calling anybody out. Once bitten, twice shy.] I misinterpreted why a two-time Maryland State Champion would compete for one of the, then, powers of the WPIAL instead of, say, a school like Fannett-Metal.
As a byproduct of that cynical assupmtion, I snarkily smeared the reputation of a champion who, frankly, didn’t deserve the slight.
Bob Truby, I am truly sorry.
