Or to put it more precisely, I’m left handed.  I only mention this because as you are undoubtedly aware, today is International Left-Handed Day.  Sometimes being left handed is a bit of a pain the ass:

Writing on these puppies was always a challenge in school…

But on the other hand (heh), us lefties are always in our right mind.  It’s a scientific fact.

Oddly enough, I throw right handed.  The only explanation I have for this oddity is that my older brother is right handed.  And I got his hand-me-downs.  Including his baseball glove.  So I just learned to throw right handed and that’s what comes naturally to me now.

It’s kinda funny sometimes.  After I throw my darts from the right, I write my score with the left.  Folks who notice that anomaly are usually quite amused.

Regular readers know that my political orientation also leans to the right, but that’s a post for another day…