If you've known me
for more than a couple years then you know that I used to hate
sports. I bowled and I golfed and that was it. I played one year of
tee-ball and gym was my least favourite class at school. That's all
changed though, and for the better. I could have been an excellent
athlete, just like my dad; he played baseball and basketball and was
awesome at both. This was the days before universities handed out
full rides, but from what I gathered, he was the kind of athlete
universities today desperately seek. Despite my stature, I'm very
quick and agile. I probably would have made a good first baseman, if
only I could catch. If I would have tried and actually care, I
probably could have been one of those kids who is good at any sport
he tries. Maybe I'm exaggerating though; I don't know. It's too
late now to find out. I wish I would have tried—maybe played
baseball and soccer in the spring and fall respectively and bowling
in the winter.
Sports, especially
baseball, and being in shape have become increasingly important to
me. I work out almost every day and follow all the latest MLB news.
I can tell you more about the latest off-season happenings than I
could about any contemporary political bouts. This fondness of
sports is certainly nothing I ever saw coming. But I guess, as they
say, people change. With a growing interest in sports, it seemed
almost inevitable that it would collide with my passion and penchant
for writing. This is especially true when you think about two of my
favourite authors: Hunter S. Thompson and Nick Hornby. HST both
started and ended his career as a sports writer, working with ESPN,
Sports Illustrated, and Rolling Stone (they do more than just
music!). Sports were a big part of his life and one of his favourite
things about which to write, along with his immense hatred of Richard
Nixon. Some of Hunter's most famous works chronicle his adventures
as a sports writer: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
and the Rum Diary, for
instance. Likewise, much of Nick Hornby's works hold sports as a
prominent detail. Hornby's first book, actually, was a memoir called
Fever Pitch (loosely
adapted into the America film of the same name starring Jimmy Fallon)
detailing his obsession with the English soccer (football) club,
Arsenal. Hornby still continues to blog and write the occasional
article about sports, mostly soccer.
I
spent much of my college career researching Woodstock—the massive
music festival in '69. That was pretty awesome and I did a lot of
original research. I intend to take all of my work and turn it into
a book; it will tell a story that hasn't been told before, combining
elements from the stories of many to find the true story of what
happened. It will be ground breaking. Even though I know this will
be huge when I finally complete it, I wish I might have added
something else to me repertoire. I really want to write a history of
Cleveland sports and eventually an anthology of Ohio sports in
general. But I don't know were to start. Cleveland is a good place
to start because it is rich in history and is home to three different
professional sports teams. Cleveland actually makes for a great case
study because of its history and its sports: there is such a huge
connection between the two. A case study of Cleveland would also
cross many disciplines: history, sociology, anthropology, psychology,
etc. Cleveland fans are die-hard and like no other; they're
desperate for a championship of any kind in any of their three
sports. They've also had to deal with the departure of not one, but
two major players in the last ten years leave their bad-luck-stricken
city for more zeros on their checks: Jim Thome in 2002 and Lebron
James in 2010. Both players could have led their respective teams
(Indians and Cavaliers) to national championships, but they left
before doing so, which, in Lebron's case at least, broke a promise to
the city. Thome recently came back to Cleveland last season on a
last-minute trade and surprisingly, he was welcomed back with open
arms, despite so many angry fans when he left. If Lebron ever comes
back, though, I imagine he'll be met with torches and pitchforks.
After watching
Moneyball, I was immediately
inspired to write a story about baseball. What came out was a short
story called “You
Can't Help But Be Romantic (About Baseball)” about a one-club
player who recently left his loyal fanbase for another team with a
bigger contract. For those of you who know your Cleveland history
can probably see the similarities to slugger Jim Thome. It didn't
take long before I felt the desire to turn those few pages into a few
hundred and I starting writing a novel based on the same premise.
Rather than being purely about the baseball or some sappy story like
90% of sports movies, this one is about how a player struggles with
the hardships of being famous and having fans following (and judging)
his every move and how he copes with the rejection he receives from
those fans when they feel as though they have been betrayed. It is
probably my favourite project to date. It is going to be the next
great American novel, joining the ranks of Huck Finn
and The Great Gatsby.
Call me cocky, but I'm just confident.
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