I’ve always liked making a post on New Year’s Eve, kind of a virtual milepost. I find nothing more appropriate than where I’m writing this one: in the backseat of a car taking me and my wife to the airport for our first trip to Paris.
I find that I write more and more every year — but not necessarily here. This, obviously, is a very good thing.
After about 13 years of contributing to Dime Magazine, I still write there, primarily about sneakers. For the past year or so, I’ve been contributing college basketball articles on a weekly basis to Finish Line’s online blog, and I’m proud of the whole team there. I also write on a semi-regular basis for Champs Sports’ “The Drop” blog. For a while, I even fell into freelance writing travel blurbs for a hotel company, despite never having been to most of the cities I was writing about.
This is all a long way from how things were a little more than three years ago, when I stayed up long nights writing almost exclusively on this site for experience and out of pure love. Those were amazing times, and I took a lot of pride in the stuff I was doing back then, but it feels good to reach a bit of a wider audience, and to make a few extra bucks at the same time.
I have so much I’ve wanted to write about here — my first trip to California, our third trip to Mexico, my first tattoo — and I still might at some point. But most of the time, I’m too busy living life to write about it. And I think that’s okay: Life moves too damn fast to dwell on anything we might miss at the expense of all the stuff I’m doing.
And this is how things go: Most of the time I would have spent writing in the past, I honestly prefer a quiet night with my two loves, my wife and puppy.
That said, this New Year marks a dozen years of SportsAngle; to quote one of my nemeses, I’m hardly home, but always repping. And I still have lots of stories to tell, and the desire to tell them, so we’ll see how it goes.
My best to all for an amazing New Year, which I’ll begin six hours earlier than usual. And as the captain puts the fasten seatbelts sign on, I mean it when I say this: I’ll see you back here real soon. God bless.