Brian Zafron: I Eat Web 2.0 for Breakfast

Did you know that Babe Ruth, in his first game in Major League Baseball (MLB), struck out four times and made three errors in the field?

Well, like Babe Ruth, in my first post in Major League Blogging (also MLB, for those of you keeping track), I totally boned it. It turns out that Scrabulous was up and down all day due to reported “maintenance issues” that are currently resolved. So Scrabulous lives to see one more day, perhaps many more, and I end up looking like a complete blunderguff. (In case you’re living under a rock, a blunderguff is a fart that’s deployed before a beautiful woman enters the vicinity.)

But I am not without people to point my fingers at, those blunderguffers who blunderguffed me into blunderguffdom. (That’s right. I said it.)

For one, my source: the VC friend who insisted on the authenticity of Scrabulous’ removal. As a result of his “hot tip,” I hurried my blog to a premature publication, trusting that this blunderguffer wouldn’t be working for a multi-million dollar firm because he was exceptionally unreliable. My faith in him soared when I witnessed, about tenish minutes after my post, other reputable blogs (ie Mashable) reporting the same story.

But then, at the end of day, when he called to confirm that Scrabulous was alive and well, that same faith was lying in my trashcan, right next to a couple discarded Starbuck’s cups and sticky pictures of Mary Kate Olson (long story). Fyi, I can bash this blunderguffer in my blog because he’s only 28 years old (a hot shot Stanford grad; only five years older than me) who professes that we’re not only business partners, but friends. Lets hope he doesn’t go back on his word, eh?

And the second person to whom I point my finger, drum roll please, is actually a collective of people, namely all those fellow bloggers who got my hopes up with their like-kind posts. I truly believed I had broke a frickin’ ginormous story in my first at bat, and that everyone else was scooping me – ME! – your humble narrator. But alas, to no avail. The higher they fly, the harder they fall.

A quick side note: the Babe Ruth anecdote is completely spurious. I pulled it from the top of my cap. For all I know, Babe Ruth hit three homers in his first game. But the point is, as the anecdote hopefully illustrates, we all make mistakes, or at least could conceivably make mistakes.

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