It's all part of establishing your own bloggish personality. For instance, Matt Yglesias' gimlet-eyed political observations are tempered with frequent ruminations about the state of the incredibly boring world of pro basketball, in which freakishly tall people run back and forth on a wood floor throwing a ball through a hoop.

Frequent readers of this blog know that I have my pet obsessions: B-movies from the 1950s, for instance, and old radios and robots. But those aren't broad enough topics for the great untapped masses of potential readers of The Lost City. No. I need to find something with mass appeal.

For a few minutes this morning it occured to me that I should write obsessively about the Minnesota Twins. Perhaps I could post anxious missives about right fielder Michael Cuddyer's injured finger, or wonder aloud and repeatedly about how Franciso Liriano is doing back in the minors, or marvel at shortstop Nick Punto's amazing out in last night's 7-0 victory over Detroit.

Unfortunately, I've never been as big a baseball fan as I sometimes think I ought to be. It seems like a deficiency of some sort; I'll go to the games and read the recap in the paper and listen to the play-by-play on the radio on warm summer nights. But I can't seem to obsess on the details like the real fans do.

So I guess I'm doomed to flail away in the minors for the rest of my blogging career. Not a bad thing, I guess. Life is too short to waste worrying over the box scores anyway, if you ask me.