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january 1, 2026

I know that it has been a long while since I wrote in this meager evaluation of my life. After my last entry I went through a bit of a depression. It seemed that no matter where I turned, there was Bo Jackson. He knows football. He knows baseball. He knows hockey. He knows javelin throw. He knows synchronized swimming. He knows cricket. He knows women's field hockey. I can't take it anymore. Why is this man so famous for being able to alternately hit and throw a ball? I wrote 5,000 words about the outerwear of Inuits while at UC-Irvine, and nobody is putting me on television. It has to stop. I'm not foolish enough to think I can overthrow the institution of American professional athleticism, but. . . this one man. I need to bring an end to the ubiquitousness of this one man.

The way I see it is this: the Nike corporation has spoon fed us this one truth: Bo knows sports. But outside of this, does Bo know anything at all? I, as a man of academia, feel that it is my duty to the future of this great nation to show the world how little it is that Bo truly knows. If I can show this "professional athlete" to be the lumbering shell of a human that he is, nothing but muscle mass and an empty-headed catch phrase, maybe I can end the tyranny of "sportsfandom" that has the country at it's mercy. Maybe I can bring about a golden age for the United States, a Renaissance even. Or not, I don't know. But the truth remains; I must do this.

I must find what Bo does not know.  

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