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Dear Me

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by JC, Jun 27, 2013.

  1. JC

    JC Well-Known Member

    I thought this was great. 12 athletes write letters to their young selves.

  2. LongTimeListener

    LongTimeListener Well-Known Member

    Aaron Rodgers has a nice sense of humor:

    And if that doesn't work? The winning numbers to the $600 million Powerball in May 2013 are 10, 13, 14, 22, 52 and 11. Never mind. It's gonna work out.

    A good idea all around. The Robbie Rogers one obviously will get a lot of attention.
  3. Mizzougrad96

    Mizzougrad96 Active Member

    I like it.

    It's a nice idea that is very well executed.
  4. Versatile

    Versatile Active Member

    Didn't Kia already do this?
  5. Songbird

    Songbird Well-Known Member

    First thing I thought of.
  6. Liut

    Liut Active Member

    First thing I thought of was Peter Ustinov's autobiography.
  7. imjustagirl

    imjustagirl Active Member

    Dear IJAG,

    You're 12. You love sports more than your dad's friends. You can beat them in any trivia contest. You play baseball in the front yard, where the three trees are conveniently planted equal distances apart and forming a diamond with the corner where the driveway meets the front walk. In about a month, you're going to fall head over heels with Brook Jacoby, and will be mercilessly mocked by your friends who will grow up loving people like Jani Lane (spoiler alert: He dies) and Axl Rose (spoiler alert: He gets fat).

    You'll decide you want to be a physical therapist. You'll cook up a plan with your classmate, who wants to be a team physician, that you'll work together and all that jazz. That lasts until you get to college, realize the pre-PT program involves a LOT of sciences you never took and don't understand, and you get a D- in your first semester chemistry class. You change majors. You had been sending shitty letters to the school paper, telling the editors the liberal cartoonist and columnist were stupid assholes (while your liberal friend who started her own zine did the same about the conservatives). Every response was a variation on the same theme: "Thanks for reading. If you want to make a difference, you're more than welcome to come join us."

    One day you will. You'll walk into the basement of the journalism building and you'll be assigned a baseball season preview story. You'll do sportswriting for three years before deciding journalism sucks and the hours are horrible and who wants to work every night and every weekend? Not you. So you graduate and then you get a job as a secretary in an equine insurance adjusters' agency office, typing up recordings of people dictating reports about impotent bulls and llamas struck by lightning and horses with colitis. And you know what?

    It sucks.

    So after a year, you'll get back into it. You'll start at a small paper, work there for five years, loving every second of it but never realizing just how much. You'll get the opportunity of a lifetime to make a big jump in circulation, responsibility and beat importance. You'll jump at the shot. You move to the east coast, living truly alone in a new city for the first time in your life. It's scary, but amazing. You meet people. You make friends, some of whom you're still in touch with today. But just four years later, you'll get a chance to work at ESPN. Of COURSE you want that, even though your love of sports has decreased somewhat. So you go, and while you like some of the people you meet there, it's not the dream you thought it would be.

    Through your own choice, but impacted by your family's situation, you will move back south. You will give up day trips to NYC and the chance to finally attend a Maury taping (yeah, you'll be obsessed with Maury. Deal with it) to move six hours from your family. You'll buy your first house. You'll get overrun with rescue animals because you can't say no to their sweet kisses. And you'll find a job you love with people you love and you'll finally be able to sock some money away for a rainy day.

    But you won't watch sports any more. Not even Dodgers games (don't ask).

    It's all worth it.
  8. Uncle Frosty

    Uncle Frosty Member

    Your profound degree of self-denial about Punto is worrisome.
  9. imjustagirl

    imjustagirl Active Member

    Trust me when I tell you I deny myself NOTHING in regards to Punto.
  10. Uncle Frosty

    Uncle Frosty Member

    Punto or GTFO? ;)
  11. LongTimeListener

    LongTimeListener Well-Known Member

    Dear Me (13),

    Get a new haircut. The butt cut isn't a good look now and is going to cause untold pain in future years as you look at your high school yearbooks.
  12. JackReacher

    JackReacher Well-Known Member

    That was fantastic.
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