I thought I’d be a sports journalist,
cover games at the old Garden,
pal around with basketball players,
a foot taller than me.
I’d write cover stories for Sports Illustrated,
and generally climb the rungs
to the top of my chosen profession.
I had it all figured out,
where I’d go to college
where I’d intern,
what sport I’d specialize in.
Then life changed the schedule,
and my dreams got rained out
by a war that had me calling audibles.
When my tour finally finished,
when I came home, sports seemed silly,
as I looked for something else to do.
That something else proved to be accounting,
which provided an income, if not a passion.
Now, retired, I watch a lot of sports on TV,
and wonder what would have happened
if I had stuck to my original game plan.