I am grateful to everyone who turned out for the SB Nation Atlanta rollout party yesterday afternoon. It was good catching up with some old friends, meeting some regular commenters face-to-face for the first time, and being reminded just how many fans of faraway teams live in the Atlanta area.

As a matter of fact, I had it brought home to me just how bad a place Atlanta is to be a blogger if you are (as I sometimes have been) a jerk to people on the internet. You're much more likely to run into rival fans you've insulted than you would be if you lived in, say, Akron. Fortunately, War Eagle Atlanta and Jason Kirk (both of whom I met in person for the first time) were gracious about our past clashes, and, although Winfield Featherston was sent with instructions to punch me in the face, he elected not to do so. Since he's probably 20 years younger than me and has the advantage on me both in height and in weight, this was a good thing.

It will surprise exactly no one to learn that, if you head to such an event straight from work while wearing a suit and tie (as I did), you will be overdressed, and Spencer Hall will make fun of you for being overdressed, and, when you explain to him that you came directly from work, he will make fun of you for having a job that involves wearing a suit and tie to the office.

I thank everyone who showed up at Taco Mac last night. We had a great turnout, and I had a lot of fun. SB Nation Atlanta is off to a great start.

Go 'Dawgs!