One of the perks of the sports reporting “biz” (as we like to say in the “biz”*) is getting to interact with other fabulous people like myself. And while this may seem conceited (it is), it can be a highly satisfactory experience to have someone with similar experiences to commiserate with.
* Not really.
This goes on for all manner of people in all manner of professions, of course. I would imagine some sanitation workers somewhere have some genuine whoppers to tell (“Frank, let me tell you what I found in the dumpster last week!”). But I happen to particularly enjoy sports-related anecdotes and stories, so my career choice is fortunate in this sense.
One of the larger themes I often encounter in this venue is that of burnout. The honest truth of the matter (as opposed to the dishonest truth) is that a huge chunk of us burn out. This can take on many forms. It can lead to career changes. It can cause heartache or health problems. It can tear apart families. It can even lead to premature death. But the most common form it takes is a slow, insipid removal of a sports fan’s passion.
The not-so secret secret of sports reporting is this:
If you cover sports long enough, you usually just stop caring about sports.