I used to write a lot.
Check that- I used to never write, ever, at all. Growing up it was never really something I even considered doing as I was too busy hitting a tennis ball with a metal bat in the backyard or playing RBI Baseball 3.
Then one day in college a few close friends started a campus newspaper (that wasn't news at all) and asked me to write a few articles because I was a "witty guy". That fateful senior year a fire was lit that no matter how lazy I become will not burn out, as I found out that voice that narrates my life in my head like an episode of "Scrubs" sometimes prefers to be in word form.
Now a blog isn't much more than a personal diary you put under your virtual pillow that you don't want Stephanie Tanner to read (yet secretly do)- but I figure I have all of these words that sometimes need to be let out, about sports and life, and well no where to put them.
Jim "Big Cat" Kelly was my pen name in college. The newspaper wasn't exactly a model achievement for the campus, so writing anonymously was probably the best choice, although it added mystique to the cult status it took on. Or at least I like to tell myself that. I go by Jim Kelly Jr., but that isn't my real name either, as years of media reports about your identity being stolen has left me thinking if I put my real last name on the Internet my bank accounts instantly disappear (I always wonder what identity thieves do everyday- do they work 9-5? Do they get up, grab a cup of coffee, check the Leisure section of the newspaper, turn on the sprinklers in the front yard, and then get started on stealing Mr. Williamson's savings account in Detroit?).
I come from the generation that first got AOL Instant Messenger, Sony Playstation, and ESPNews. I grew up with the Huxtables, Tanners, Seavers, Winslows, and Arnolds.
I grew up with real people too. I come from the New York area, and recently while I no longer live there I'm still finding it hard to adjust to the fact that the area I live in now isn't the center of attention, or at least doesn't act like it is. New York might as well be it's own country. New Yorkers care more about the toll hike on the Thruway than US relations with the Middle East; more about the Yankee's bullpen woes than the country's immigration woes. It's not a bad thing or a shot at the area- it's just how it is. The country doesn't revolve around New York, New York revolves around itself, and since more people live in that area than anywhere else the rest of the country is forced to just kind of watch.
For me though New York has really only been about one thing; sports (that and it's the area I spent the first quarter of my life). That's where I'll leave it. If you fear stereotypical New Yorkness, whatever you perceive that to be, fear not. It won't be found here.
You'll see.
Check that- I used to never write, ever, at all. Growing up it was never really something I even considered doing as I was too busy hitting a tennis ball with a metal bat in the backyard or playing RBI Baseball 3.
Then one day in college a few close friends started a campus newspaper (that wasn't news at all) and asked me to write a few articles because I was a "witty guy". That fateful senior year a fire was lit that no matter how lazy I become will not burn out, as I found out that voice that narrates my life in my head like an episode of "Scrubs" sometimes prefers to be in word form.Now a blog isn't much more than a personal diary you put under your virtual pillow that you don't want Stephanie Tanner to read (yet secretly do)- but I figure I have all of these words that sometimes need to be let out, about sports and life, and well no where to put them.
Jim "Big Cat" Kelly was my pen name in college. The newspaper wasn't exactly a model achievement for the campus, so writing anonymously was probably the best choice, although it added mystique to the cult status it took on. Or at least I like to tell myself that. I go by Jim Kelly Jr., but that isn't my real name either, as years of media reports about your identity being stolen has left me thinking if I put my real last name on the Internet my bank accounts instantly disappear (I always wonder what identity thieves do everyday- do they work 9-5? Do they get up, grab a cup of coffee, check the Leisure section of the newspaper, turn on the sprinklers in the front yard, and then get started on stealing Mr. Williamson's savings account in Detroit?).
I come from the generation that first got AOL Instant Messenger, Sony Playstation, and ESPNews. I grew up with the Huxtables, Tanners, Seavers, Winslows, and Arnolds.
I grew up with real people too. I come from the New York area, and recently while I no longer live there I'm still finding it hard to adjust to the fact that the area I live in now isn't the center of attention, or at least doesn't act like it is. New York might as well be it's own country. New Yorkers care more about the toll hike on the Thruway than US relations with the Middle East; more about the Yankee's bullpen woes than the country's immigration woes. It's not a bad thing or a shot at the area- it's just how it is. The country doesn't revolve around New York, New York revolves around itself, and since more people live in that area than anywhere else the rest of the country is forced to just kind of watch.For me though New York has really only been about one thing; sports (that and it's the area I spent the first quarter of my life). That's where I'll leave it. If you fear stereotypical New Yorkness, whatever you perceive that to be, fear not. It won't be found here.
You'll see.
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