Cam Cam and the Yard!

36 hours, no broken bones
Sorry I've been M.I.A. for the whole Cam Cameron hiring. I'm fresh off a 36-hour stint at the office, working hard except during that brief nap on the couch near my desk at about three in the morning.

I may have mentioned it briefly here back in October, but late last year I took a job as managing editor at Yardbarker. I probably never mentioned it, actually, because shortly after I took the job I broke my hand and elbow, which forced me to take a hiatus from blogging (no fun). Another thing I never mentioned here but is worth mentioning because it's super hardcore: I broke those bones and waited more than 12 hours to go to the E.R. That's because I didn't want to miss the Ravens/Bills game. So I went to the bar, drowned my literal and figurative pain with whiskey and beer, and then got myself some X-rays and a cast.

Anyway, I digress. My bad. The reason I slept at the office last night was because we launched an exciting new homepage design over in the Yard. Check it out. It's awesome.

Cam Cameron's running the show!
Honestly, I don't know too much about the guy except that he derailed this year's Miami Dolphins, and that my buddy Finnegan is excited about the hire. He and I go way back, all the way back to the days when our ages rocked single digits. It was before my first birthday, and shortly after his second birthday.

Finn likes to pretend it doesn't exist, but I have a picture of him when he was about five years old and wearing a New York Yankees hat (traitor). Technically, it was a batting helmet (dork). He and I were also in a dirt-bike gang together. Pinehurst, represent. Now we're a combined 60 years old. We're old, too old for dirt-bike gangs. Fortunately I'm still young enough to pull an all-nighter, though. Anyway, if he likes the hire -- "top 5 O.C." -- I'm fine with it, too.