Let's say you're a middling talent who writes a sports column for a small, generally shitty local newspaper. And let's say that, one day, you come up with A Really Fucking Dumb Idea in your column -- namely, that the local baseball team should trade its prodigiously talented, defensively challenged, Orca-fat first baseman for starting pitching.
So you've got this Really Fucking Dumb Idea, and you write a column about it. It's poorly thought out, poorly researched, and poorly written. But, hey -- you were on deadline and wanted to get something in so you could move on to other pursuits, like mauling a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos or listening to the Marshall Tucker Band or trying to comb your hair so it doesn't resemble a fucking Brillo pad.
And then, a couple of months later, a floundering national magazine puts out its annual baseball preview issue, and included in the preview of the local baseball team is this nugget:
With yet another defensively challenged slugging prospect on the doorstep in 23-year-old Mat Gamel, it's time for Milwaukee to trade Prince Fielder. ... His perceived value will always be higher than his actual value, so the Brewers should dangle Fielder in a bid to upgrade their rotation significantly while plugging in Gamel at first base without losing much production.
Heavens! you, the shitty columnist, say to yourself. That's my idea! I wrote that two months ago!
Now ... not wanting to look any dumber than you've already shown yourself to be, you should probably move on quickly and quietly and hope that nobody remembers you touted this Really Fucking Dumb Idea first. After all, the fact that two people share a Really Fucking Dumb Idea doesn't make it a better idea. It just shows that there are a lot of dumb people.
Curiously, though, you take the opposite tack, chastising the magazine for stealing YOUR brainfart:
Until then, we're stuck amusing ourselves with Timothy Dolan getting a Brewers jersey as a parting gift. That'll teach 'em in New York for paying AIG bonus-type money for CC Sabathia when the archbishop wears it up and down First Ave.
Or reading where a national magazine is proposing that Prince Fielder be traded for starting pitching. A fresh, timely thought there, guys.
It's like he's doing my job for me. Thanks for the help, MikeHunt.