First Blog Post

Hey folks!

My name is Brayton Martin, I’m 20 years old, and I live in a small town in northwest Ohio called Ayersville. And when I say small, I mean my-graduating-class-only-had-57-students-small. Seriously. We have a church, ice cream shop, gas station, pizza joint, and a school. That’s it. Our nickname is the “Pilots,” and we once ran into some legal trouble for trying to use Snoopy as our official mascot. So I guess you could say we’re kind of a big deal.

Anyways, I’ve decided to take up this blogging thing mainly because of my interest in sports. Every since I was a little tyke, I woke up in the morning and the first thing I did was piss excellence. Then I turned on SportsCenter.

Now that I’m past my prime and my playing career is over since I’m in college, I’ve been looking into ways I could keep incorporating sports into my life. So I figured, hey what’s the worst that could happen here? I join Medium and WordPress and forget my Login password after 3–4 weeks without logging in? It’s a low risk time investment if you ask me.

But I’m actually interested to see if I can make anything out of this. My sister is one of the best writers in modern times, and she claims that I have the writing gene that she has, I just don’t express it as much. During all of my composition classes throughout the years, I never really tried too hard because I’m not as good at writing about topics I don’t care for: which basically was every writing assignment I’ve ever been given.

However, many of my close acquaintances know that I have an opinion on anything sports-related. Sports is definitely something that I’ve always been able to converse about without searching for what I’m going say next to avoid awkward silences. Whether it’s why my Detroit Tigers finally have a chance to win their first World Series since 1984 on Opening Day each year, how the SEC has been taken over by the Big Ten in recent years, or a list of my guaranteed double-digit seeds that will make the Sweet Sixteen in the annual March Madness tournament, I’ve always got a couple cents to throw in.

So here’s to writing without gibberish and hopefully not boring you readers to the point you close the browser and proceed to pick up on a new Netflix original series that you regret 45 minutes later. Cheers!

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