Sport is the name of the game. And while I would love to play it for a living, that didn’t quite work out. Which makes me bitter. On one ankle and with a busted elbow, I still reckon I could trap Shane Watson in front early, add something to the Rabbitohs, dominate a Super rugby lineout or kick a handful for the Swans.
Which makes me delusional.
But that’s the sort of person you’re dealing with. Now, with no chance of playing sport for a living, I’m trying to get into sports writing for a living.
My articles will tell you I’m similarly far away.