Its been an interesting journey to today. Two years ago yesterday, this thing we call "Ed The Sports Fan" began its destiny.
Its kind of interesting that when I went to bed last night, "Finding Forrester" was playing on my television. (By the way, I think any sports writer or sports blogger has to think that "Finding Forrester" is one of their favorite movies of all-time.) Its almost fitting, that a movie which strikes such an interesting parallel between basketball and writing has such a meaning to me an my own life.
You see, sports has always been a true love of my life. I can thank my Grandfather and my Uncle Bill for that. Yet, my appreciation for this came across as something only verbal, or in a sense within a person's presence. That was cool, that's all that I knew. To watch football from Thursday to Monday was normal. Staying up to 11 or 12 o'clock a night to watch Pac-10 basketball was ordinary. Reading box scores of Braves games when I was little was just...something I did.
Yet, it took for someone to lose their job to truly bring a writer's element to one's appreciation for sport.
In January of 2008, I was given a choice. A choice in either staying or going. One that meant moving somewhere really cold, really far North, really really far away from family, and...well, that was just something I couldn't do. So I left my career job and a brother had some free time. (That's what a severance package will do for you) And free time can be a dangerous thing, or a beautiful thing. In my case, I like to consider it something truly clandestine lol...
I remember watching games on television, watching ESPN's continuous loop of sports programming (which makes me glad I have a job at times), and listening to sports talk radio. It made me realize that I have a voice, and that voice was something a tad more reflective of the sports heads that I know. Is it me or sometimes do you feel when watching Mike & Mike, Around The Horn, PTI, Best Damn Sports Show, or your favorite sportstalk radio show that NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW YOU TRULY FEEL ABOUT SOMETHING?
I know I can't be the only one that feels this way...can a brother get an Amen?
So, I started ETSF as a way to get some things off my chest. From what started as a rant-filled blog and someone who tried to put together reasonable (ridiculous) theories, storylines, and explanations...some of you began to listen. I never intended to really promote my site, but it kinda grew organically.
Then, I remember meeting Mr. Soul On Ice...Kenny Masenda. The livest facebook sports head of all time.
Kenny by far had some of the greatest facebook sports notes of all-time. I remember being lightweight captivated by some of it. Dude would have like 137 comments about random statements of who has more juice, Kobe or LeBron? Or huge debates on who was going to win between Oklahoma and Texas in football. I knew that his voice had the same passion as mine, and the bond began on ETSF and beyond.
So if you wonder why we don't blabber on and on about Tiger Woods sex scandals, Favre-a-palooza (we only refer to him as "Lorenzo" round these parts), Danica Patrick, and allegations of "performing-enhancing drugs" is...well, honestly we don't care. None of that has anything to do with what's going on between the lines, yet you see the media hypebeasts continually talk and talk about it and we really don't understand what any of that has to do with who's gonna get mollywhopped on a given day on the field.
What is a fan? A fan is someone who's a fanatic, yet its funny in that I would never consider myself a "fanatic" of sports. As Dr. Harry Edwards said, "I take my sports a little too serious to be considered a fanatic."
So consider yourself a connoisseur of athletic competition, and believe in that title. That's who we are, and that's who we'll always be. So on behalf of Kenny & B-Lew as well, I want to personally say thank you for supporting us. Two years ago, I would've never been able to dream the type of support and opportunities that have opened up from just telling people how I feel about this reality television we call sports. Thank you and Godspeed.
If you have some free time, read up on some of the more captivating articles in ETSF history, definitely will make you laugh, cry, and curse us out. LOL.