It's all over; Time to call this sports writing thing a career

It is time to hang it up.

After 40 years of having very little trouble writing my thoughts to be printed on news print or more recently into cyber space, I'm finding it very hard to express myself.

I am announcing my retirement from the West Memphis School District as communications coordinator and from sports writing in general.

Whew!!

Harder than I thought.

After covering sports over parts of more than four decades, I have come to the conclusion that it is time. And I'm actually surprised I'm not as emotional about the decision as I thought I would be.

It's time.

That simple.

For 40 years I have lived my dream. Since I fell in love with sports around the age of 9, I wanted somehow to make my living in sports. My first ambition was to be a sports broadcaster.

Around the ninth grade somehow I didn't think I had the verbal skills behind a microphone to master the art of describing the fast-paced action between the lines. So, I decided right then and there I wanted to write.

After all, since I was in the seventh grade I chronicled my favorite sports teams on random sheets of paper.

I fell in love with it.

So, I figure I've lived the dream.

I got paid to watch sports.

I got paid to write about them.

I got paid to attend some of the most prestigious sporting events in America.

Along the way I covered two Cotton Bowls.

One Orange Bowl.

The 1987 World Series.

The 1987 National League Championship Series.

Four NCAA basketball tournaments.

I covered the Tennessee Oilers (just a year before they would become the Titans) for a year in 1997 when Bud Adams moved to team temporarily to Memphis.

I covered all the gadget pro leagues you could think of in Memphis, from the USFL, to the CFL and the USBL.

I covered numerous St. Jude PGA golf tournaments.

I even ventured into pro tennis in 1985 in Memphis.

In 1991 I was given permission by Alex Coulter to cover the St. Louis Cardinals on a monthly basis. He paid my way to St. Louis and I came back with stories to fill my sports pages for a few days. Can you believe Alex agreed to do that?

I've interviewed so many nationally famous sports figures it would take me too much time to write them all down without forgetting many of them.

The list is long.

I've done it.

Now it is time to move on, and I'm quite excited about it.

I think I may take up golf. Those of you who know me, get that part already.

To give you all an idea about how I love to document stuff, I play about 110 rounds of golf every year only from the months of March through the first week or two of November.

I write down every round I play, who I play with, my score, their scores, my stats and other memorable things about the round.

So, maybe I can hit about 200 rounds per year now.

If I don't it won't be from lack of trying.

Many of you already know I have three sports teams that I am passionate about. By passionate I mean, when they lose it bothers me. I have other teams I root for, but when they lose it doesn't rock my world.

The St. Louis Cardinals, Memphis Tiger basketball and West Memphis Blue Devil basketball.

Last night was my final Blue Devil boys game to cover. And it's at my final state tournament, which is always a huge highlight in any year for me.

Last week was my final game to work at Lehr Arena in West Memphis. That one was a tad emotional.

I dearly love my Blue Devil basketball.

I don't think there will ever again be any single person to attend/work as many Blue Devil basketball games than myself. I don't say that with any measure of arrogance. I simply say it to express my deep love for the program and all who have been associated with it over the years such as Larry Bray, Bill Terwilliger, Marcus Brown, Irving Clay, and the great players such as Keith Lee, Michael Cage, Marcus, Sonny Weems, Chris Moore, Mark Mangum and so many more.

While I will miss covering the basketball team, I will not miss being on the road. That part has worn me down over the many years.

Along the way I've lost all my hair, gained a lot of weight and noticed some wrinkled lines on my face. But I got to eat a lot of good, albeit unhealthy, hospitality room food. So there's that.

I say thank you to all who have befriended me over the years in West Memphis and those who hopefully I've made smile with my stories and even to those of you who I surely angered at one time or another over the years.

It's been quite a ride, and I've loved it.

But, again, it's time to move on.

Love you guys!!