It’s Game Time Somewhere

I think The Talking Heads said it best. In fact, they predicted it: “You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?”

Cards on the table – yours truly is not quite right. Want proof? How else could you explain that I spent a full year of my life attending 100 uniquely different sporting events–involving 50 separate sports?

“But why?” you may ask. Well, here’s my story, and I’m sticking to it…

I am a Game Junkie. I played sports endlessly as a kid, and loved sports all my life. I belonged in that world. At the age of 40, though, I found myself like many Americans: painfully unsatisfied in an uninspiring corporate job, but making too much money to walk away. Then, one momentous day, my wife and I struck The Deal, which led to a cherished career in sports.

Happy ending, right? Wrong.

Years later, having carved out a place in my new industry, I was surprised when a friend asked, “Do you still love sports?” What shocked me, though, was that I didn’t know the answer. Of course I still loved sports! Didn’t I? After all, hadn’t I walked away from a perk-filled Corporate American life to start over at the bottom—as perhaps the oldest unpaid intern in PGA Tour history? Was it possible it had all been for nothing? The question had to be answered.

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It began with a single basketball game, and the next thing I knew, I was charting a course to attend athletic events involving everything from “A” (archery) to…well, “Y” (yachting). Hey, you try finding a sport that starts with the letter “Z”.

My “sports walkabout” took me to big games and little games. To tournaments, matches, meets and bouts. Men’s games, women’s games. Professional. Amateur. High School. College. I saw sports that I knew intimately, and sports whose rules were a mystery to me. Some games I attended with 80,000 of my closest friends. At others, my arrival doubled the total attendance. Did you know there was a U.S. Sumo Open? A World Kickball Championship?

Speed-dating with the entire sporting world initially revealed only painful truths, but what I ultimately learned in the most unassuming of venues had a dramatic impact on my life as a fan, a sports entrepreneur, and—however humble—an athlete.

The “It’s Game Time Somewhere Tour” gave birth to a blog, and a worldwide readership of more than 20,000 curious souls. Which, in turn, spawned this book.

Over the course of my sports walkabout, I was blessed to have met many great people. In the bleachers. On airplanes. In motel lobbies, and in all-you-can-eat breakfast spots. Our conversations varied in length and in nature, but more often than not, my new friends would say something along the lines of, “You know, I never really thought about sports quite like that.”

After reading It’s Game Time Somewhere, I hope you feel the same way.