There haven’t been many constants in my life so far, but my love for and almost reliance on sports has been one of the most consistent things that I have come to know. Growing up in a huge, Catholic family of seven children was destined to be a place where athletics thrived; although we never quite had enough kids for even teams. I had an interesting introduction to sports; when I was about one-year old, my parents moved my whole family from our home of Akron, Ohio to Manchester, Vermont, where we lived for six years while my family owned our own popcorn business. In Vermont I was exposed to many extreme sports such as skiing, snowboarding, and snowmobiling, while still being immersed in the New England and Boston team culture that many Northeasterners are faithful to. When we returned to Akron in 2003, it was one-year
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Work hard; that’s what he taught us. Don’t complain; that’s what he made sure that we knew from the time we were young. He had a love for sports so great that he passed it on to all of his children, and when he was gone, it seemed that the only place I could find some level ground and consistency in my life was through sports. Since my sister and brother went there, I found an immediate love for STVM sports, as well as a figure I looked up to in LeBron. In fact, I would give him almost all the credit for why I wanted to get into sports journalism from the time I was in third-grade; I wanted to write about LeBron, and what he was doing, and I did. I wrote a family newspaper, the highly-acclaimed and prestigious Dulaney Times and juggled the positions of editor, staff writer, photographer, and columnist. Most people say that they didn’t know what they really wanted to do in their life, career wise, until they were maybe a junior in college, but I knew when I was nine. The world of professional sports fascinated me, I looked up to athletes, as many young kids do, but I did it in a different
Work hard; that’s what he taught us. Don’t complain; that’s what he made sure that we knew from the time we were young. He had a love for sports so great that he passed it on to all of his children, and when he was gone, it seemed that the only place I could find some level ground and consistency in my life was through sports. Since my sister and brother went there, I found an immediate love for STVM sports, as well as a figure I looked up to in LeBron. In fact, I would give him almost all the credit for why I wanted to get into sports journalism from the time I was in third-grade; I wanted to write about LeBron, and what he was doing, and I did. I wrote a family newspaper, the highly-acclaimed and prestigious Dulaney Times and juggled the positions of editor, staff writer, photographer, and columnist. Most people say that they didn’t know what they really wanted to do in their life, career wise, until they were maybe a junior in college, but I knew when I was nine. The world of professional sports fascinated me, I looked up to athletes, as many young kids do, but I did it in a different