By some random act of God, my mom found an article written about me in the July 2005 edition of Richmond Parents Monthly, detailing the growing footprint that ice sports such as hockey had made in the greater Richmond area.

After reading it almost a dozen years or so now after the fact, I'm ready to retroactively anoint myself a child prodigy.

For instance, I took part in a "rigorous process" in order to be selected to a Richmond-based travel team. Granted, I have no clue for sure if there were even enough players interested, but I'm fairly certain no kid who tried out didn't make the team. Guess I can't really call it an accomplishment, but that might just be splitting hairs.

Furthermore, in the only quote of mine author Tyler Scott utilized, he states that I wanted "to be one of the greatest hockey players in history." Damn, I was a little man with a plan back then. ESPN should really look into doing a 30 for 30 documentary on my fall from athletic grace.

Now, although I didn't end up making it to the league, it's not the end of the world. I've become "one of the greatest" at a bunch of other stuff, like finding the dumbest things to write about and cranking out 244 words about it, for example.