|Scribbles received its 3,000 hit (page view) last week.|
Scribbles entered the 3,000 hit club last week, joining the ranks of such greats as Roberto Clemente, Al Kaline, and Wade Boggs.
Not too shabby, if I may say so myself, considering this is my first year in the blogosphere bigs, with only 10 posts beneath my belt. If posts were at-bats, I’d still be enduring rookie harassment in the clubhouse.
As of press time, my 3, 086 hits (they’re actually page views) puts me 26 ahead of Houston Astros great and fellow Seton Hall alum, Craig Biggio. I’m also two hits ahead of Alex Rodriguez's current career total, but my page views were most likely PED-free. (Who uses PEDs to click a mouse?) So you can spare me the asterisk.
I hope to surpass my childhood hero, Carl Yastrzemski, with my 3,420th hit before the All-Star break in San Diego. Come to think of it, I’d like to surpass Yaz in San Diego, perhaps on Coronado Beach, sipping on a whisky sour, as I contemplate my hairy navel.
But, then again, maybe I shouldn't get too ahead of myself. Yaz was also a Triple Crown winner. By July, I’ll be happy for a spot on the all-time hit list somewhere between George Brett and Eddie Murray. Those guys didn’t suck, either.
According to Google Analytics, my 3,000th page view came on May 17 at 4 p.m. CDT. At this point, I don’t know where it came from; I certainly don’t know who delivered Scribbles’ 3,000th hit. I can only ascertain from the data that it was someone from either the United States, the United Kingdom, Canada, or the Czech Republic.
I don’t know how much of an achievement 3,000 page views in a four-month time span is, but I’m thankful for every one. Since I debuted Scribbles on Jan. 19, it’s been read by nearly 800 viewers in 30 countries, folks as far away as Russia, China, Australia, Indonesia, and the Philippines. If my English degree math is correct, more than half of those viewers were return visitors.
Getting followers, however, has been a challenge. Scribbles is a blog without an angle; it’s not about food or travel or photography or cars or home improvement or why Chelmsford the Cat is smarter than you.
Scribbles is commentary, observations with a shot of satire. It’s the kind of writing I like to read, my nod to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, and Dave Barry. Whether there’s an e-audience for that kind of writing is of little concern to me at the present time. I’m not looking to break the Internet. That’s Kim Kardashian’s job. (Perhaps her only job.) I’d rather entertain my readers with posts about life, liberty and the sometimes quixotic pursuit of happiness.
I’ll leave the travel tips, brownie recipes and home improvement solutions to Chelmsford the Cat.
Blogging isn’t easy. Commentary is even harder. And when you’re writing during an election year, particularly one as heated as 2016, avoiding politics on your blog is like avoiding financial advisors at a chamber of commerce mixer. Lord knows I haven’t posted all of my political pieces. I’ve got more than one filed away for more than one reason. Sometimes a writer’s wisdom is the better part of his valor.
I never knew blogging one’s mouth off could amount to something akin to a full-time job without pay. But I enjoy it, nonetheless. By Labor Day, I hope to surpass the great Stan Musial, whose 3,630 hits were divided evenly between 1,815 hits at home and 1,815 hits on the road.
And maybe by Christmas, I’ll finally eclipse Pete Rose’s all-time record of 4,256 hits. But don’t bet on it.