Farewell to my faithful lieges
Joey Commins - May 1st, 2008I am 21 and I have reached the pinnacle of a sportswriter’s career: I have my own column. And unlike sports columnists at places like the New York Times and Boston Globe I don’t have to travel to do my column or even do interviews; nope, I just sit in my room late on Monday nights and brainstorm ideas. For the most part this semester I have taken the easy road and written about professional baseball and basketball.
This week I considered taking the easy road again, but I have been saying for weeks that I would write something original so here it is: my original piece that might be about sports and might not.
Where am I going with this? I don’t even know anymore. This is a lot harder than I thought, maybe I should just talk about the NHL playoffs that even if you wanted to watch are never on TV.
Okay, I’m going to get a little serious here so bear with me. From a young age sports have been my passion, I love to both play sports and follow them. I can never get enough. While most normal people probably think about their days and what they are going to accomplish the next day before they go to sleep, my last thoughts of the day always center on sports. I make my own Dream Teams, devise game plans and go over stats.
Call me a dork but thinking about sports puts me in a good mood and helps me fall asleep. What draws me most to sports is the fact that anything can happen and things that people believe wouldn’t happen, constantly happen. Have faith Suns fans, a NBA team is going to win after putting themselves in a 3-0 hole — maybe not this year, but it will happen.
Sports is the original reality TV with one major difference: the shows aren’t scripted. So next time you are watching the 88th season of Flavor of Love, keep in mind that you could be watching the wide world of sports.
Where else could something not come through for 100 straight years yet you stay devoted to them. Your time will come, Cubs fans, but you will have to get by the D-Backs first.
I am being told that my foray into originality has cost me my job and my column writing skills are no longer wanted by The Lumberjack. I am now a 21 year old with no job at the bottom of a sports writers career. When I asked for a severance package I was laughed at and given a piece of pizza.
Back to reality, this actually is my last column, but only because I will soon be graduating. I hope my faithful readers enjoyed reading my column as much as I enjoyed writing it (I had to put that in there, and I don’t care if it’s cheesy.) Have a great sports-filled summer and one final prediction, the Mercury are going to repeat baby. Yeah, I said it.