The Good Life...

This is just one of those subjects where there is no wrong answer, but everything sounds wrong in your head.

What do you really want to do? Why are you even in school?

Just writing those questions reminds me of freshman year, still struggling with the reality of college and having to find a purpose in the professional world. Math was impossible. Science was even worse. And did I really want to end up as a history teacher wearing corduroy pants, plaid shirts and trying to mess around with teaching assistants the rest of my life?

Somehow, I managed to pass on that lofty aspiration.

I never liked writing in and of itself, but I loved telling stories. I never like “interviewing" people, but I loved hearing people tell their tales.

And I never liked sports, I always loved them.

The answer appears to be clear at the moment, but two or three years (or minutes) down the road, it could change on a whim. As for now, that dream job would entail writing for college sports at Sports Illustrated.

If life was being especially cruel, I suppose I would settle for another nationally-syndicated sports website or publication like ESPN or something. You know, something minor like that.

But Sports Illustrated has always been the dream.

Well, kind of.

There was the time I wanted to start up newspapers ran by high school kids, sort of like a college newspaper (only ran by high schoolers from all over a certain county). That was going to be a multi-million dollar industry, but my heart wasn’t in it. Then there was the time I wanted to run my own recruiting website. That faded pretty fast.

In the long run, writing took a hold and now the goal is to just get a job, any job, that might eventually lead me to landing at my dream destination at SI. Some of the best in the business write for SI, a blend of knowledgable sports writers and gifted storytellers. To fall into that category at some point in my professional career would be pretty fulfilling for someone who still has some doubts about where he will end up in life.

Do I think it will happen? Ask again in 10 years.

If I am on my way, I’ll probably be pretty upbeat about the whole thing.

But if I am churning out stat sheets at a little league game in Wyoming, then ... well, I guess that answers the question.