When you write you welcome criticism and it’s a good thing
Criticism comes with the territory when you write. It also comes with the territory every time you sit down to create something.
My life has been peaceful since I kicked sports out. Anymore, I feel like I’m working two jobs that are more lifestyle-based than actual jobs: the final upsell piece of my AI for Solopreneurs package (AI Toolkit, AI Growth Stack, AI Growth Stack Pro), and finally getting all of my series starters packaged up and moved to The Rebel Lore Vault.
I can’t help but think about what an old frenemy of mine who’s made a living sitting in the “cheap seats” would say if he saw through my pen name.
Long story short, I grew up following just about every sport—NHL, NFL, MLB, NBA, NASCAR, and the main college sports. For years, sports were my life. It wasn’t until the mid-2010s did things start to shift. Ironically that shift began years before I started sports writing in 2020.
From sports fanatic to someone who’d sit with geeks
Seceding from my sports writing job last month was my last thread to sports. Heck, if this version of me were in grade school, middle school, and high school, the powers that be would’ve labeled me a “geek.”
Okay, fine, whatever. Back to this old frenemy, who hated all sports with a passion. They were into fandoms—Star Wars, Marvel, DC—and movies that gained cult followings.
Before I started finding those fandoms mildly interesting, I used to laugh at people like that, and they used to ask me why I didn’t just go outside and play sports as opposed to playing Madden NFL, 2K Sports, and NASCAR Thunder.
The rocky friendship that never should’ve been
You might be asking, “How did you and this cat become acquainted in the first place, TC?” They were friends with my cousin and that same cousin—someone into both sports and fandoms—was my best friend.
I almost felt like Jerry Seinfeld, and my cousin was Kramer while this frenemy was Newman. I actually made the better Kramer since I mastered his scene entrances and often had the big dreams that went nowhere. At the time, anyway.
This frenemy was always awkward to be around. Like, there was an unspoken mutual agreement that we were only hanging out together because we both wanted to be around my cousin (who was also the ringleader in our gang) at the same time.
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