Obligatory Gammons Mis-Tweet Post

Throughout history there are countless examples of men becoming victims of their own, respective creations. There’s Dr. Frankenstein and his monster; there’s the Rick Moranis character from Little Shop of Horrors and that giant, soulful carnivorous plant; there’s… well, allow me rephrase: “Throughout history, there are at least two examples of men becoming victims of their own, respective creations.”
To which list, we can now add a third: NotGraphs and its celebration of the Peter Gammons mis-tweet. As the reader will know, NotGraphs has endeavored to become the leading voice in Gammons’ mis-tweet coverage, and I believe — if you’ll pardon the cursing — I believe we’ve covered the hell out of it.
But minutes after Mr. Gammons fired the above tweet through the internet, our inbox was bombarded by two, or maybe even three, emails alerting us to same. On the one hand, that sort of thing is heartening: everything we do, we do for the readers. (Except for the other stuff we do, that is. Then we’re like, “Readers? Pshaw!”)
However, much like a beautiful bird, we need to soar beautifully in the beautiful sky. Otherwise, we are caged birds, and everyone knows why the caged bird sings. Because he’s caged, is the answer. And we don’t want to sing — we want to write! Because we are writers. If you care more for singing, probably download iTunes. For there is no singing here. Only writing. But if we did sing, we’d probably do so beautifully, but with a lisp — in which case, yes, that would be a good thong.
Carson Cistulli has published a book of aphorisms called Spirited Ejaculations of a New Enthusiast.
Gammons know what thing a thong is?
I really wish what you wrote was actually tweated by Gammons either immediately before or immediately after the tweet that is the subject of this post.