I’ll admit it. I’ve been off my game this week. It’s 12:40 on a deadline day, and I haven’t written #@$# for this week’s Advance. “Good, because all of your writing is #@$#, Wendorf, you hack.” I love fans. “You’re a moron.” More love. Thanks. I am serious, though, about the writing. It’s now 12:45, (by now, it’s 1:50), and I have nothing written except for the start of this op/ ed, column, #@$#, call it what you will. To say the least, that’s not much. Now I’m starting to get nervous. I have to try and put enough original copy in this paper every ...