What you’re reading now was, for weeks, a blank page staring at me. But deadlines tend to weigh those stiff fingers down on to the keys, and today was the day when I had to stop. Stop here, that is, at The Rip City Project, and there is seemingly no way to do it while escaping hints of self-importance.
Thanks to a grandiose smile from Lady Fortune, I am going to work for the Miami Heat, a position taken before, and made quite interesting by, the choices of a few others. I’ll be doing in Miami, not South Beach, many of the same things I did here, the first and foremost of which will be interacting with everyone and anyone — my favorite part of all. The basketball community, as dysfunctional as we can all be at times, is a joy to be a part of, and I hope to keep up our dialogue over at Heat.com.
But, incredibly grateful as I am for this opportunity, I inevitably must leave some things behind. And I’ve become quite attached to this writing space, once which came about quite slowly and clumsily over three years ago as SJ and I thought it would be neat to put our marathon text-conversations on the web. Then, every single unique visitor was a push forward, every comment a cause for celebration. To create something from that, with a very good friend, that is, well, read at all gives me a great deal of pride.
This was never about traffic or being recognized, though. It was about promoting thoughtful discussion about something I thought deserved it and that would never have happened without you, whether you’ve been here once, twice or a hundred times. Nor would it have happened without SJ, who will continue to be an incredible asset here, during a period of transition, and for a long, long time to the world of hoops.
Perhaps SJ’s greatest contribution, though, was reminding me that, like Andy giving up his toys, it was time to pass on this toy box in theoretical space to someone else rather than let its contents linger in the corner of a new home, alone and unplayed with. This is an opportunity for you and I hope you contact us with interest and ideas, because at the very least we can offer you a head start in this complicated web game. I hope you can make this place even better.
Whether or not you want to take over, whether you liked this place or not, whether you gave us the time of day, returned our emails or supported us in ways you never had to, even if we were meant to compete, thank you. That’s for every @ reply, every comment, every visit, every chat, every opportunity. I’m not much for naming names, in part because I still do not know the names of many of those who have helped us with a simple click, but thank you. And so, in the interest of time, to borrow a line from a short, kindly adventurer, I bid you a very fond farewell. I hope to see you elsewhere soon. Goodbye.