Sunday, February 21, 2016

Far From A Pick-Six

The path has changed, but the starting point is still the same. In fact, I think they took the ground and turned it into some hipster joint. Oh well.

For the record, this isn't going to be a long, drawn-out post, most especially for the fact that I write one on this same day every year. Why? Because on this day, six years ago, I procrastinated and ended up making the most out of that time. Believe me, sometimes the best magic happens when you're putting something off that you don't care about, like homework for a college class that you end up acing anyway.

Writing has certainly gotten me places. It's gotten exposure from large groups, and it's also given me a bit of credibility in circles after I talk shop. Even though I don't write in here as often as I once did, I still practice what I've preached, and I still take out the time to appreciate something that I once wanted to make a career out of. I also take the time out to impress the living snot out of unsuspecting males in multiple environments. I'm the Sports Nut Ninja, I guess.

The past two years on this blog have been slower than usual, but The Sports Nut Blogs is like a childhood home to me. Whenever there is a topic or a piece that I want to discuss and there isn't a person around that cares to hear, this is where I come. Yes. It's like my own Field Of Dreams. I built it, and I will come here to explore and play the game. I've said it time and time again that I don't do this for the exposure or for the recognition, but if anyone cares to read it I won't mind. I've wrestled the idea in my head a bunch of times that I was going to monetize the blog and go into overdrive and write about everyday events like I originally planned to, but the idea never came to fruition. Why? Because this isn't the purpose. This is my child. I'm not going to sell the child for a couple of cows and a donkey. I'm going to take care of it and nurture it and hope that I can afford to send it to college (that is, if the Internet and world exist in the next twelve years, but whatever).

You get the point though.

If you've been around for a week, a year, five years, or the whole flipping time, thank you. I'm glad you've visited.

Here's to another year of a girl talking sports and impressing the snot out of you. ...Peasant.

-- Stephanie