Much like a B?nai Mitzvah or getting to second base with your prom date, there are certain rites of passage that act as maturation mileposts in the life of an individual. For sports websites there is the mailbag; that ubiquitous column dedicated to providing loyal readers the chance to access the minds of their favorite writer in an attempt to not only get their questions answered but to see their name in lights. The rush of seeing one?s question answered by their favorite writer in a format where everyone can see is about as exhilarating an experience the Internet provides (well, PG-rated experience that is); the ability to stand on the shoulders of giants, to access the greatest minds of the business, and however many other metaphors you can imagine that conveys superiority. Sadly, that will not be the case here. I am, by no stretch of the imagination, anybody's favorite writer nor do I have access to any kind of information that one couldn?t find by spending three minutes Googling for it. What I can provide, however, is a good time, the old-boy night-out-at-the-bar questions and arguments that make for great sports discussion. No condescension and (possibly) no snickering at your questions, your name or your grammar. Doesn?t sound appealing? Remember: the draw of seeing your name in lights. What questions will be addressed? Anything that comes to mind. Questions like: Is it safe to start Alex Gordon on my fantasy team when he faces the Indians? Why do you hate Bill Bavasi so much when you?re a Red Sox fan? Why did Lou Whitaker get jobbed in Hall-of-Fame voting when his peak eerily mirrors that of soon-to-be Hall-of-Famer Craig Biggio? Why do you have such a man-crush on Tom Gorzelanny? Is it OK to call my Yankee fan friend crazy for hating on Alex Rodriguez? What?s a VORP and do I need it? Where did I put my car keys? The goal is to have the mailbag be a weekly occurrence, every Friday afternoon preferably. To see your name in lights, please send all questions to my attention either via e-mail (okktaneous at yahoo.com) or via PM (Basketball Jesus).