When SMITH Magazine first came out with their "six-word memoir" idea, I was totally transfixed, in a way anyone obsessed with "Quickie"-style writing might be.
Now they have compiled the best into a book, "Not Quite What I Was Planning" (taken from one of the memoirs, naturally).
There was a time when I spent WAY too much energy trying to create my own (you don't want to see 'em), but now I think I want to create a version entirely dedicated to my sports fandom. I think it sums it all up:
My wife's team saved my fandom.
I encourage you to submit your own six-word sports memoir through the comments. And all credit for inspiration where it's due: Check out SMITH Mag's site -- and if you're as intrigued as I am, you'll get the book, too.
-- D.S.
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Knicks, Mets, and Lions. Kill me.
Philadelphia: No Titles in My Lifetime
Can't beat Tressel. Maybe Rich can.
Matt Millen. Worst. NFL. President. Ever.
I got the Bay Area blues
Rest in peace, Dad. GO TRIBE!
Sweet salvation in '04. Now hunter.
Steve Bartman. Hundred years and counting.
Red Sox will win title again
Celtics win number 17 this year
Jim Boeheim. Best zone coach ever.
Dallas Mavericks. Dirk has no heart.
A Cubs fan, no sox on.
I grew up in South Bend.
Yanks will forever suck. Go Sox.
Game enjoyment distorted by Fantasy impact.
Thank you, grandpa. GO RED SOX!
Oliver Kahn saves the decisive penalty.
What does this one taste like?
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