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Well, here it is. A year late? Two?

“Like an opening band for the sun.” Welcome to Mister-Faded-Glory, featuring the same opinions you would have noticed on DSV.com, but more of them. So there. And no posting on weekends.

You may have noticed that there are few columns written by yours truly that do not revolve completely around sports. Whether or not this was coherent with the mission of this particular site (Which is…?) I can’t really say.

What I can say is that I write simply what I know. Or profess to know. Some may offer tidbits on city life in the cultural Mecca of the U.S., some offer introspective philosophy blurbs interspersed with indie movie recommendations, and still others offer naked doctored photos of their cats.

I am no more qualified to spout off about topics such as these than I am qualified to analyze our national debt, ecosystems, or latest pop culture snafu.

Sure, I have opinions, it just has taken me more than 20 years to realize that others’ opinions may be just as qualified – or even hold more weight – as mine, rather than assuming that I am necessarily correct about everything.

Sure, there was a period between June of 1998 and August of 2000 where this may have been true, but that’s a short window.

Where am I going with all this? Well, I’m trying to offer an explanation for the way I write about sports, because never in my professional career have I wanted to be a typical sportswriter who opines about a fourth-down call by Mike Shanahan as if it were life and death. (It’s not. Feels like it. Move on.)

Instead, I would much rather be a writer who chooses to talk about sports as entertainment, if carrying a little more weight than some other choices of escapism. I would rather be a writer who can intersperse somewhat intelligent questions and opinions about other, more important concerns (water shortage, loss of civil liberties, global warming, the making of Fletch 3) with the sporting world. In short, there’s plenty of others who I aspire to be like. Or just three, whichever.

Am I qualified to write about sports? I think so, but no more or less than any other barking writer on-air or on-web. But then again, probably not. Still, not being qualified to write about something and continuing to persist is perhaps the American dream. Just ask these three guys.

This was supposed to be an intro to my latest endeavor, about the NFL draft or major league baseball, but instead it turned into a column of its own. Eh, such is life.

Another column coming soon, replete with pop culture references, tongue-in-cheek barbs, and purported wisdom. Stay tuned.