Thanks for joining me!
I won’t start with any climactic or cliché opening statements or affirmations. I’m going to start by saying I don’t know what in the hell I’m doing. After years of friends encouraging me to jump into the writing game I’ve managed to half-ass myself into writing a blog. Or trying to anyway. In this wide world of sports we live in, we’re all trying to figure out what in the hell we’re doing. Only a few really know what they’re doing, and chances are they’re lying.
As I sit back and take a long hard look at these past four years and change since I left college and really start to question what I’m doing and where I’m going, I’ve noticed what a lot of people my age since before Jesus was wearing sandals. Oh shit! What am I going to do with my life? Some became the fabled doctors, lawyers or movie stars. The rest of us fall between the lines of getting by and accepting misery as a way of life so we can pay the bills and one day get that pension. This only leads to empty people with boring lives who are waiting to die. I might just be one, and you might be too.
I don’t know what I’m going to write. I don’t know where this blog is going to go or if it will last more than six months. But every day I’ll write a little something. About life, where I’ve been, the people I’ve been and of course how ridiculous I find the world, but I promise after each post, you will know my thoughts exactly so long as I use my words exactly.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton