I should've learned from Bono.
The U2 frontman has it all figured out. He started his career signing about politics and oppression, then ventured into sappy love songs like "The Sweetest Thing." And everyone bought into it.
Me, on the other hand, I've got it all backwards. So I've been blogging for a few days now and I thought it was going well. The first day, my blog had sort of a humorous theme and got rave reviews. (OK, maybe not rave reviews, but AJ O'Connell said I was the Peter Cetera of blogs. I think that was meant as a compliment.)
I should've stuck with what works. For my second blog, I switched to a more serious, inward-looking topic -- the question of whether to go to attend a taping of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" And boy was that a mistake. It didn't go over well. As Will Schubert said, "I've read this blog since it started and have loved it . . . but clearly it's past its prime now."
I have only myself to blame. I've always been a tough critic when it comes to, well, everything. I'm the one who bitched and moaned about how woefully unfunny the second season of "Beavis and Butt-Head" was compared to the first. I was also pretty tough on the Red Sox in 2007 when, after winning Game 1 of the World Series over Colorado 13-1, they squeaked out a 2-1 win over the Rockies in Game 2. (Of course, they went on to sweep the series anyway.)
So apparently I've jumped the shark. I've failed you already. And for that I apologize.
Expectations. Who needs them?