Introduction and Confession

I guess the idea is that if I spend so much time watching SportsCenter repetitively while using my Cheeto-covered fingers to navigate through multiple fantasy teams on my laptop, I should put this useless sports knowledge to use. I decided to express myself through an art form that only the most brilliant and credible writers of our time have tapped into: blogging.

With me, sports are an addiction. Sometimes I wake up on a beautiful fall day and want nothing more than to go outside and enjoy the sun and leaves before they’re swallowed into another vicious Chicago winter. Then I realize that Saturday features three ranked college football matchups in a row and I can watch all of them in my own apartment without moving or talking to anyone. And Sunday I have to go to the bar and monitor all the players on my eleventh place fantasy team while I see how many 25-cent Buffalo wings I can finish without ordering another $6 Budweiser to wash them down. As a result there’s about 18 hours of football to watch on Saturday and Sunday, not to mention Monday night. In case you’re wondering ladies, I am single.

I have an addictive personality, and I’m also very passionate. When I become interested or entertained with something I tend to bury myself in it and use it to escape from anything remotely productive. Fantasy football, pandora.com, Chicago-style pizza, Simpsons DVDs, monopoly online, bizarre Korean movies where you don’t know if the guy is really a robot or it’s just some far-fetched metaphor for humans being slaves to society… Well anyways, all of those things have eaten up my free time like it was Chicago-style pizza. Mmm... Chicago-style pizza...

Since I’ve always spent so much time and mental energy absorbing media, I’ve always tried to do something with it. I constantly had hip-hop music in my ears, so I got turntables and learned to DJ. I spent my entire life watching TV, so I majored in it in college (seriously). I study sports like an Adderall-popping grad student on finals week, so I feel the need to write about it. So here goes nothing…

My name is Gunnar Ludwig, and I am a sports addict. I remember when it first got bad… I was 11 years old… so young… and I was brought to tears when my beloved Detroit Red Wings were upset by the inhumane Colorado Avalanche in the 1996 Western Conference Finals. That was when I realized I have a problem: I care about sports way too much. And like Barry Bonds’ head, that problem has never stopped growing.

I begin writing this to reach out to those who relate to me, and educate while I struggle to get better myself. Also, because I have too much free time and I’m desperate for attention. I will keep you updated on my highest and lowest points on a weekly basis. I have decided to go my own path, to many of your dismay, and not to use the lord. He and I don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things… plus I heard he’s a Cowboys fan… I hate the Cowboys…

So if you hear me telling Lebron that dancing looks better with rings on, or arguing that MMA will never be as relevant as boxing, I hope you don't get angry or offended. Please try to realize that I am simply trying to cope with my addiction, and your responses are always encouraged. Thank you, and stay tuned…