This is getting really, really old

Blogging -- the final frontier. These are the …
Oh, who am I kidding.
This whole blog thing is getting stupid. How many times can I tell people that I get no sleep, have no love life, struggle to stay afloat and wish that things were totally different?
Apparently, we can do this. Twenty-five times since January.
So what am I going to write about today?
Who knows and who cares. This is a job. You read that right, a job. Not a club, not a hobby. It’s a job. My job is to cover sports and sports-related stories. I enjoy it; hell, I love it, I live for it.
Anything else is just unnecessary and a waste of my time. Period.
Sorry to all the people who actually read this thing or those who thought this was a good way to look into the lives of people doing a daily newspaper. I’ve got a newsflash for you -- it’s not.
It’s like being on a football team. No matter how many times someone tells you all the laps they ran or weights they lifted it means nothing until you do it yourself.
I used to have another life in which I was a bouncer at a club. Hard to believe, right? I loved it. It was high stress, long hours and draining, but, while you question why a bouncer acts the way he does when he tosses you from a bar, you’ll never believe what they go through night in and night out.
So blogging to tell you about how much stress or fun working at The Daily Gamecock is seems to be a waste of my time. Cause until you leave the Russell House at 2 a.m. and are ready to never see a newspaper again, you couldn’t possibly understand.

-- Sports
Alex Riley
Sports editor