I Got Fucking Roasted At Blogger School Today And Immediately After My Pipes Burst: Pretty Solid Day

So as you may have heard today we all went to Blogger School. Not living in New York has its perks, however today was not one of those days for your guy here. I was the weird home schooled kid who had to Skype in to the conference.

All fine and dandy to start. I didn’t even have to leave my trust recliner in my basement.

Love this bad boy. It was the first thing I bought out of college 10 years ago when I moved into an apartment:

Didn’t even have to get out of my pajama pants, sweatshirt and robe to listen to our fearless leader drive us back to the right direction. Sat down and 10am hit and I was ready to roll. Had my notes out and then it happened.

I got fucking roasted.

I mean worse than any comment section, any Reddit thread, anything on Twitter. I got absolutely fucking roasted. I almost spit out the coffee I was drinking, but then it was just filled with tears and I wasn’t sure how that would taste.

I’m talking everything from writing about top-25 rankings to headlines. Dave Portnoy was not a fan of those. Maybe I should have put Michigan higher than 5 and he would have liked it more. That one is a tough call for sure.

I thought it was over quickly once Dave wrapped up the all day affair at 10:18. I was ready to move on and learn though. Then Kmarko stepped up with the most in depth power point presentation that eyes have seen in at least 10 years. I’m talking bullet points. I’m talking Times New Roman. It was a sight to behold via Skype that I’m sure was a delight in person.

Then 5 slides in there it was. My name in bold letters. ‘Don’t write a headline like this.’ Okay, 1 bad headline every so often is so bad I thought. Then there was another. Then another. Then it was no one cares about Steve Novak and how he got cut, but that seemed more like a ricochet shot at Steve Novak than a jab at me. I’ll let that one slide.

Finally Blogger School, which felt more like Micahel Scott’s roast for me ended. I was out of the blue. Got back to the blog and fired up my first one taking the advice of those elder bloggers.

Then my house decided to take the advice a little too literally from KFC.

That’s right, folks. Over on the other side of the basement (no big deal but in Cincinnati you can have two sides to a basement with a bar, a few TVs, a practice putting green and a shuffleboard table) I heard it. It sounded like someone was going to town outside my house.

I got off my chair – no easy feat. And wandered over. Water coming in from a busted pipe. The pipes must have heard all about blogging school and remembered the infamous KFC basement flood. We wanted to get back to basics and no one floods basements like Barstool basements flood. Or something like that.

So today has been a swell day in the house of Reags. Now, we just need to sweat out Kentucky playing Mississippi State tonight in a trap game. Can’t wait to see how great that goes.