Armchair Reporter

Not every week is going to be something to write home about. As I sit in my room for the third straight day with a 102 fever, I have to remember that.

Some weeks, like this one, will strain me to the maximum -- not just physically, but spiritually, too.

I’ll never forget watching Clemson win the national championship in 2017.

Before I begin, let me say rest in peace to Bray Wyatt, one of my favorite WWE wrestlers ever. His unexpected passing at age 36 is the reason death is on my mind.

I’ve wrestled with the concept of death these last few years.

One of my coworkers approached me at my desk last week and asked me a strange question.

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re burning the candle at both ends, aren’t you?”

I want to get personal with this week’s column. I’m going to talk about my recent breakup.

Breakups are really, really difficult. You get to know someone on a deep level. You never think you’ll lose them.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, they’re gone.

My recent breakup is very fresh. I’m still reeling from it, honestly.

You know sometimes we take wrong turns? You know, like when we’re driving.

The GPS is abundantly clear about the path we’re supposed to take. Detailed instructions and directions. Nothing confusing about it. Yet sometimes, we still mess up.

Every now and then, it hits me.

I’ll be doing something random like shopping for groceries or cashing a check, and I’ll suddenly come to the realization: I’m exhausted.

When you’re good at your job, you deserve to be paid. And you deserve to be paid fairly.

With the NFL season inching closer, there’s been a lot of talk. Not much chatter about the actual game, however. A lot of financial conversations are taking place with certain players, specifically those who play one position: running backs.