In middle school, some kids want to be doctors. Some kids want to be professional athletes. Some kids want to be teachers. This kid wanted to be a sports writer.
In my 22 years of life, I’ve only ever wanted to be three things: a travel agent (as a kindergartener, I wanted to be able to take my mom to Disney World all the time), a fiction author and, lastly, a sports writer. I discovered my love for writing in third grade (hence the fiction author), and by seventh grade, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in press boxes.
And no, I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I was thoroughly mapping out the rest of my life in seventh grade or that I even remember all of this still today.
But here I am now, 10 years since choosing to take a career path that means long nights, short deadlines and high blood pressure, and I have been fortunate enough to have my dreams as 12-year-old realized: I’m the newest sports writer for The Goshen News.
I’ve never had a column that’s all about me, so this is just a bit on the awkward side, because I don’t really think you all are – or should be – too interested in me. I’m more interested in you.
I first wanted to be a sports writer for the free admission to games. I’ve seen seasons of IU basketball and football for free, as well as the College World Series, the Indianapolis 500 and the Brickyard 400. So I’ve at least been right on that. The places you get to go for free with this job are something memorable. But in the last three to four years, I’ve learned that the coolest part of this job is the people.