F.A.M.S.

I thought I would to get the opportunity to write tonight about the golf outing I participated in and my miraculous 25-foot putt for birdie.

I thought I would get the opportunity to write about my favorite teams and the stories behind why they are my favorite teams. I mean, come on, didn't you link on here to read why I root for Northwestern?

I thought I would get the opportunity to write about our moving across the street from my in-laws in a pseudo version of "Everybody Loves Raymond." Yes, friends have begun to call me "Ray."

I thought I would get the opportunity to write about Harry Potter night at my favorite bookstore.

Nope, I write tonight to tell you I am thinking about beginning an organization. An organization if I go through with it, I plan to publicize to the tilt. A group if I'm really serious about this will picket at sporting events across the country. I might even lead the crusade at such venues as Conseco Fieldhouse and the RCA Dome here in Indianapolis.

Readers, I'm writing to let you know I am pondering the beginning of - Fans Against Major Sports (FAMS). Aren't you tired of all the cheating, all the lying, all the deceiving, all the criminals in sports today? I am.

It's time for someone to do something about it. It might as well be me.

I haven't thought out all the particulars yet - between sinking putts, being with Wizards and Muggles et. al and moving boxes Wendy packed to weigh about a ton each I haven't had time.

I'm getting to it though. When I do, you can expect an outline describing my plan of attack to conquer the sporting world once and for all. Rest assured if I do ask for a membership fee you will get something in return. I'm not talking about something like "Learn How to Avoid Ripoffs; Send Five Dollars" like you see in the National Enquirer.

Well, that's all for now. I must get back to Potter. We haven't really gotten the journey started and already a character has died.