November 4, 2014 by Keith Brake
For the record, I don’t really care for Garfunkel & Oates; I think they’re funnier separately than as a duo. Still, the line made a good title.
The foremost purpose of this blog is to attempt the challenge of National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo, if you prefer), which is to produce 50,000 words of content within a month. Because a blog is not a novel, I’m classified as a NaNoWriMo Rebel (which is easy to aspire to because it’s really fun to say). But ideas matter just as much as word counts, and I want to articulate ideas about a number of different things, not all of which will necessarily be sports-related, though that will be the bulk of that 50,000 words (including this introduction).
Sport is something I think and talk about constantly, often to the confusion and/or overt irritation of my movie-buff girlfriend. (Hello, sweetie, hope you’re enjoying the read!) It’s my livelihood, and it has been my passion since Darren McCarty deked Janne Niinimaa out of his jock, then did the same to Ron Hextall en route to the most magnificent goal (in the words of Gary Thorne, one of my childhood heroes) of the 1997 Stanley Cup Finals for Detroit. That moment perfectly sums up sports for me. It is simultaneously ephemeral and immortal, an event etched in the memories of everyone who witnessed it along with the unbridled euphoria of such a moment. Everyone who works in sports had a moment like that somewhere in their lifetimes, whether it be Mike Eruzione’s winner and the final countdown against the Soviets at Lake Placid or Edgar Renteria’s ground ball back to Keith Foulke in St. Louis or Landon Donovan‘s stunning winner against Algeria in South Africa, sport has a habit of producing inspirational moments, and those moments then, as the adjective suggests, inspire people. Everyone who works in sports has a moment like that. McCarty’s goal for the Red Wings – which secured their first Stanley Cup in decades, and the likes of which McCarty could never hope to score again – was the one that started me on this crazy path to being retinue for the aforementioned genetically superior people.
I don’t intend to cover just mainstream, in-season sports, because a blog of nothing but football analysis would be dull, and I don’t like football nearly that much. There will be football, soccer, basketball, hockey, maybe even some rugby and cricket, and some pieces that overlap through multiple sports. I intend to learn something from this experience, and, at the risk of sounding condescending and/or pedantic, hopefully my readers will learn something, too.
One thing I can guarantee is that there will be no clickbait “25 Hottest NFL Cheerleaders” type pages produced by this site, although some advertising group will likely put a link for one at the bottom of the odd page.
… there’s one there right now, isn’t there?
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