It’s really no surprise to me that I ended up covering sports instead of playing them. Don’t get me wrong, I loved waking up at 5 am to hit the weight room and catch a stale dose of body odor and coach’s spit on my face. I’ve always fancied my ability to curl those twelve-pound dumbbells and run a 40-yard dash in a blazing 25 seconds. When I came home from baseball tryouts my sophomore year of high school, my father had a shocked look on his face when I mentioned my being cut from the team. Thinking back on it, I don’t understand the shock. . . he’d seen me play. So, if I wasn’t going to succeed at playing sports, I had to take my shot at the broadcasting industry.
The goal of this blog is to provide my own takes on the sports industry and give more of the casual fan perspective, and to do what I do best- talk until I go hoarse and write until my fingers fall off.