Why

This assclown jock that i see at the rec center all the time likes to rag on me about the blog -- heard about it thru someone i guess. I mean, i don't hide it or whatever, but i don't put signs up about it around campus for chrissake. my feeling is, if you need the help, you'll find it, you know.

But anyway this douchebag Jordan likes to give me shit. He thinks its like this total friggin joke. Like why would i waste the time doing this. ain't i got better things to do??

No, Jordan -- i guess i don't. 

First thing I ever wanted to do was write sports -- didn't want to be on tv -- never had the nerves for it -- but i wanted to cover every friggin game. i mean, shit, i watched all of them. i might as well write about them. i knew the players like they were my best buds. and i knew their histories, their strengths, their weaknesses. i could tell when they were having a bad day. its like a gift. 

But came to find out that i wouldn't be spending days with the guys if i went down that road. Some days, yeah. And like fundraisers and shit. But not on a daily basis. i wouldn't be in the middle of it. getting to know them personally. getting to know them as more than just numbers. that's when i made the switch to sports med. took me like a year to get there, but here i am -- and a lot friggin happier cause of it. life's funny that way i guess.

Better believe if i wasn't effin 5'7" i'd be down there on the court right beside em. if i could actually take a hit, i'd be on the rink, no questions asked. but i wasn't built that way. 

and i guess i wasn't made to do this, either -- wasn't born to be a famous sports writer. ah well. no worries. i hate fucking capitalization.