I thought long and hard about what to do for my 1,000th post. After all, it is a milestone, a career achievement, an event most worthy of celebration. While so many other blogs fall victim to laziness, disinterest or an abhorrent lack of proper spelling, SportsChump has battled onward and upward to reach 1000.
Damn, that’s old.
So now that we’re here, what do I do to celebrate? I thought about going over each of my old posts to pick out my greatest hits, my more provocative points or perhaps my favorite one-liners. But I started the site nearly seven years ago and a thousand posts, well, that’s a lot of re-reading.
I thought about having a roast like my good friend Dub did when he turned 1000. But that’s been done before. Besides, after that bloodbath, I’m pretty sure we ran out of curse words. I also thought about hosting a party. Each reader could bring a covered dish but nah, air fare and prior commitments would have gotten in the way.
In the end, I’ve decided to celebrate in my own simple way, with the ones that I love and a website that I absolutely adore.
Ya’ know, I got this weird e-mail the other day from a Chinese company that is about to start selling something most likely sports-related. They inquired about the name SportsChump. They contacted me about the URL, not to buy it but just to see what other domains they could use since I already own the dot com and dot net.
I got to thinking… what would I sell SportsChump for and you know what’s funny? I couldn’t come up with a figure.
Sure, I’d probably sell it for the right price. I’d be foolish not to. But I wouldn’t be happy about it. It’d be like a part of me was gone. One friend recently called it my labor of love. That’s not entirely accurate. Another called it my brand I had worked for years to build (SPORTS by Chris HUMPherys, in case you hadn’t figured that out) but I’ll be honest… it is way more than that.
I’ve always called it my diary, my therapy. That’s what this is, plain and simple. And this diary now contains seven years of me, with a few, silly sporting events mixed in for good measure.
If you do the math, 1000 posts in seven years boils down to about a post every two and a half days. That’s a lot of keyboard caressing along with a whole lot of telling writer’s block to fuck off. After all, in a world like this, how could we ever run out of things to write about? With these fangs, you have to know how to kill the bunny.
Without getting too mushy, I’d like to thank every book I’ve ever read, every song I’ve ever heard, every movie I’ve even seen and every game I’ve ever watched. I’d like to thank every friend with whom I’ve shared a tale or an ale. It is all inspiration.
I’d like to thank my subscribers, the advertisers, the readers who comment and the readers who don’t. I’d like to thank the antagonizers, proofreaders and thought-provokers. I’d like to thank the multiple forums who allow me to post my thoughts and the social media outlets which have helped me expand. And of course, I’d like to thank Al Gore for inventing the internet. Otherwise, I’d have a whole bunch of scribbled on bar napkins with no place to put them.
And if you’re reading this of course, thank you! Raise a glass to the next thousand posts, my friends, and many many more.
Happy birthday to me!