As far as introductions go, I’m painfully inept.
Whenever I introduce myself around these parts—these parts being a small town in North Alabama that probably can best described as “Not that far from Birmingham”—I usually get a question in return:
“You’re not from around these parts, are you?”
I am, actually, but that’s probably beside the point. The point is that I’m not from around these parts—in spirit. What does that mean? Well, it means I like a communist sport.
Check that. It’s not a communist sport. It’s the world’s sport. And I don’t like it. I love it. I follow it. I’ve played it. I obsess over it.
Now I want to write about it for a living.
About that: For the better part of the last decade, I made my living writing about sports for various daily newspapers. Seven years in, the business was crumbling and I still couldn’t get anywhere near a non-entry-level job.
This isn’t a pity party, and it really wasn’t all bad, so I’ll stop there. In fact, those seven years taught me a lot about myself and the world around me, and I also became a better writer in the process. I hope so, at least.
But now it’s time to move on and start writing about something I truly care about.
Besides, I never did quite fit in around those parts.
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