The Man I Love

Those of you who have been \’round these parts for a while already know him well. The rest of you should know him … or maybe not, but all I know is that my life would be significantly less fortunate were it not for \”that guy I met on the internet.\”

I\’m speaking, of course, about The Fat Guy, a great uncle in my blogging come-uppence. He\’s a total old-dog web hippie … was trading URLs with Instapundit before link-whoring was cool. He also crafted the WordPress theme you\’re looking at now, and just yesterday he saved this site. Like literally.

We were having some major database problems yesterday — funny, always seems to happen when I anticipate big traffic and start poking around in the code to spruce things up. But yesterday\’s crashes were more severe than before, and as I went through trying to fix them, they began to multiply. Tech support advised me that things didn\’t look promising — at best I would lose a month\’s worth of posts, comments, and structural changes; at worst I would have to recreate the whole site from scraps of code left lying around the hard drive.

I told the server gurus to hold off because I wasn\’t ready to believe them, and sent a rather frantic message to TFG, who happened to be two-thirds of the way toward drunk at the time. He said he wasn\’t sure what he could do, but he was rolling up his metaphorical sleeves and digging in for dear life. I was scared, and actually began contemplating a life without Pokerati. But apparently The Fat Guy has connections with The Big Guy … because less than an hour later, we were good to go.

So thank you thank you THANK YOU, Scott Chaffin. You rock like all get-out. Everyone should click here to benefit from your geekdom wisdom.

Or click here to listen to a song that was written just for him.