Tripping

This blogger world is a weird place for me...I'm not making excuses, just sayin'. I got to get used to it. In the real world, you say something, you can see a reaction, you can gauge body language, you can tell when you are crossing a line or pushing too hard. In blogger world, all of a sudden, it's too late.

I'm from Jersey. Yea, I live in Florida now, but it's not always been suntans and alligators for the Bigun. I grew up with guys like Joey Greco and Billy Tedeschi and a whole group of Italians who just love to "bust chops" all day and see who can come up with the next zinger first. It wasn't much different in college. Anyway...I'd be lieing if I said that I don't enjoy throwing out a zinger or two myself - but without the body language, I really don't know when the line gets crossed.

This post is prompted by an e-mail I got today from a good guy that I'm pretty sure I touched a nerve with a comment I wrote to his blog - and while I meant to bust his chops, I did not mean to show any disrespect or cross a line that I couldn't retreat back over. I hope that hasn't happened, and in further analysis, I'll bet there are other comments and posts that I've written in which I've pushed too hard with people I hardly know.

So it's time for the Bigun to take a couple of steps back. If I seem a bit more careful in my writing in the future, it's on purpose, and it's out of respect for the folks that read this dribble and have so far been supportive of me. I feel like I let you down. And for that, I'm truly sorry.