I just spent a rather gruesome week in the hospital. I won’t bore you with the gory details of how many needles I had stuck in me. Let’s just say I was given more shots than I sell on your ordinary Saturday night in my fancy little Ybor City bar. The staff at Tampa General was as pleasant and as caring as possible. They felt my pain and dare I say felt bad about how many times they had to chase me around my hospital room with a needle in their hands. I started looking like a heroin addict.
Anyway, this explains why some of you haven’t heard from me in a while, and I apologize but now I’m back with what I’d like to think is a site that brings into discussion some very important life lessons, or at least makes you laugh and think in the process.
In my time of dying, I missed my website, I missed the form of self-expression, I missed you guys. Ironically do you want to know what I missed the least?
While down and out, I’d check my phone, more to catch up with friends and damn do I have some fabulous friends. You guys do complete me, to go all Jerry Maguire on you. Either way, thanks for reading my mission statement.
I logged on to ESPN once just to check a Gator basketball score (yes, they still suck) and yes, I watched the dunk contest. But I checked the internet again to peruse espn.com and didn’t miss it one damn bit.
Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Now I can bore you with the sappy lines about what’s truly important in life but these days sports have morphed into something entirely different. ESPN even managed to sportify the passing of Stuart Scott. Shameful.
I guess what I’m trying to say is… thank you, I think. These last few days have made me realize what’s truly important and it’s not any final score but rather the scorecard of our lives. Yes, I’ve my missed my laptop to write about the silly shit we see from day to day but half the time I write about sports, I’m writing about the stupid shit athletes do. Don’t get me wrong, running this humble little diary of a website has kept me and hopefully you entertained for six glorious years but moving forward, sports might not hold quite the dear place in my heart that it’s always held.
Oh Christopher, you’re just having football withdrawals.
And you might be right. I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for.
But ya’ know what?
After nearly seeing my life flash before my eyes, balls and the people that play with them just don’t hold the same meaning.
Wanna know what I did with my mother the other night?
It was Sunday night. The NBA All-Star Game was on. I hadn’t missed one in years. Instead we watched SNL’s 40th anniversary special, through which I cried the entire 3 ½ hours. Yes, I caught game highlights to see Russell Westbrook prove he’s the best player on the planet not named LeBron James.
But it wasn’t a priority.
Who am I kidding? If games are on, I’m still gonna watch, maybe even obsess but certainly not prioritize.
So join me, won’t you as I begin an entirely new life, scoreboard reading 0-0. I plan on scoring a lot of points in this game show called life. So buckle up as I plan on putting up points in the W column pretty damn quickly.