I'm not posting about UFC anymore for one simple reason: I'm broke. So I got a second job to help me get some savings, which means I no longer have time to obsess over my favorite sport. As fun as it would be to write about MMA for a living, I know that, deep down in my heart, it isn't meant to be my career. Unless you are extremely well-connected or become a technical writer for companies that sell smartphones, tablets, and other cool gadgets, your odds of making a decent living as a writer in NEARLY ANY field in my country are about as high as winning the Powerball. That is especially true in anything to do with the entertainment industry, which includes sports.
My last name certainly isn't Rockefeller, but many opportunities I received in my life were handed to me on a silver platter. Sadly, I didn't make the most of them because I assumed life would always be that easy. As a result, I wasted my youth playing games and pursuing hobbies rather than focusing on my career. Well, suffice it to say that I reached the last stop on the "gravy train" long ago. God has gotten tired of asking me politely to leave the train car and is throwing me onto the platform with my baggage to show me some tough love. To borrow wording from a friend of mine, I've had my fun. The game is over.
In other words, it's time for me to work.