I live in Virginia, I'm somewhere around 40, I'm married, I used to have a hermaphroditic cat named Meowy-Cowy, I play softball, I need to quit smoking, I like losing sports teams, I used to manage a CVS/pharmacy, I now own my own newsletter publishing business, and I like puppet shows.

Seeing how I don't live a particularly exciting life, I honestly have no idea why someone--outside of the people who know me--would want to read this. Maybe it's the quality writing. Heh. Heh-heh.

Every time I went up to my regular neighborhood hole-in-the-wall bar, I used to joke around and ask if they had bologna sandwiches. I'm not sure why I asked them this--especially because I don't even like bologna.

Here's as good an explanation as any I could find:

"The phrase 'way out in left field' alludes to the left field of baseball, and there is some disagreement concerning its origin. Some writers suggest it comes from the 'wrongness' of left as opposed to the 'rightness' of right. A correspondent of William Safire’s in the "New York Times" said it was an insulting remark made to those who bought left-field seats in New York’s Yankee Stadium during the years that Babe Ruth played right field, putting them far away from this outstanding player. Perhaps the most likely theory is that it alludes to inmates of the Neuropsychiatric Institute, a mental hospital, which was located behind left field in Chicago’s old West Side Park. Hence being told you are 'out in left field' would mean you were accused of being as peculiar as a mental patient."