Twelve years ago, from a tiny flat in Horley, England, The Sport Dork took the world by storm, capturing the hearts and minds of tens of readers.  With weekly blog posts that usually kicked off by discussing a current topic in the world of sports and quickly devolved into a melange of rants about my ongoing battle with the mailman, home security, health, what I ate for dinner during the game and reflections on English culture, www.sportdork.com became a staple of American life for its readers. It was really never about anything more than killing some time during a year in England with no job, but I feel comfortable now admitting something that those of you who were part of the movement will certainly agree with:  The Sport Dork changed lives.

It was a simpler time then, before social media had exploded and any idiot with a smartphone could post endless pictures of their cat and offer ridiculous opinions on subjects they know nothing about.  Back then you had to be a special kind of idiot, one with the time and commitment to create a blog so you had a forum to spew nonsense once a week and hope people found it. The Sport Dork was just that kind of idiot.

Unfortunately, all historic, once-in-a-generation movements must come to an end. In the case of my World Book Encyclopedia, it was the internet that ultimately brought about its demise. In the case of The Sport Dork, it was similarly compelling, but much more sudden. Mrs. Sport Dork and I returned to the U.S., and I had to go back to work.  And while I had great intentions of continuing to shape American culture with obscure insights on college football, let’s face it – I’m far too lazy to hold a full-time job AND run a blog. So The Sport Dork faded into obscurity, GoDaddy changed their website hosting service, and I lost all of my posts, relegating them to folklore and leaving parents to regale their children with tales of a transcendent blogger with no real proof that he ever existed.  Like Bigfoot, but with less body hair and better similes.

But here we are, in 2019, and something you thought you’d never see again – like a remake of Ghostbusters – is happening.  I retired from corporate America to put all of my energies into blogging full-time (I told you I’m a special kind of idiot).  So the world gets a gift the magnitude of which it hasn’t seen since David Lee Roth returned to Van Halen, or Michael Jordan returned to the Bulls after playing baseball, or the Verizon ‘Can you hear me now?’ guy returned to do ads for Sprint.  A second bite at the apple, if you will. And you will. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the Sport Dork is back. And with any luck, much like Horrible Bosses 2, the sequel will be at least sixty percent as good as the original.