Hello Bleacher Report, My Name Is Joe Burgett and I Have a Problem!

Darn you Bleacher Report, that is right I said darn you. The moment I saw you on facebook.com I came here not expected a thing. When I arrived I saw there were many writers here, and of course there were many articles.

Then you lured me in, you claimed I could write too. Me, a regular old Joe could do it(no pun intended). I thought you were crazy B/R.

I knew a lot about sports and knew I could give a better analysis than many on SportsCenter or anywhere else.

Sure I did not have the degree yet, or was I a former ballplayer. So obviously that is why I was not there right? Yes, I am egotistical. You probably figured that out.

However, I never knew I would have a chance to show it what so ever. Then you gave me that chance. So I say thank you for that.

But you did something to me B/R, you got me addicted to B/R. Yes addicted, and now I have to have my B/R fix everyday. Why did you do this to me B/R? Hmm...

I mean I spend all my time here, soon there will be a problem I know it.

Is there an AA type thing for this? I need it. I did hear that the first step to solving a problem, was admitting that you have one.

So here it is B/R.

My name is Joe Burgett and I have a problem.

Ok, now what? Am I cured?

Well I guess not because I am still here, heck I am writing an article.  Darn it B/R, you did it again.

However, some good has come out of this. I have done well on the site, I made it to No. 2 on the entire site in the rankings.

By the way I'd like to thank all of you who read and commented who helped me achieve that.

I have done just about everything here, and I am all over the Internet. My words, that I wrote, on other sites. That is pretty cool. I guess people think I made a good point or something.

So yes, this is a good thing I guess. But come on B/R, this is going to kill me in the end right?

I mean come on, this stuff is bad for you isn't it?

Although I have had no side effects; my lungs aren't diminishing, my liver is still in tact, and my heart is fine too.

So I guess there is no problem physically with being here. Oh well.

I am still doing well in school, am in contact with friends still, and have no problems with the ladies.

Still though I have to get off B/R, I just have to. I mean nothing can be this good can it?

There has to be a catch somewhere, and I am not going to stick around to find out B/R. You are not going to pull the wool over my eyes, no not Ol'Joe. I know your game B/R, and I am not willing to play it.

But darn you B/R just when I get out, you pull me right back in. Why?!?!?!?

No normal person is supposed to have something like this B/R, what kind of game are you trying to play here?