Throwback Thursday memories on Kentucky Sports Radio are typically reserved for great moments in the past from the Kentucky basketball and football teams. Today I’m scratching the record to turn back the clock to 1999.
In the final year of the millennium I was a first grade student at Saint Paul School. A tall, wiry eight-year-old, before I started losing my hair, I was losing teeth and rocking Kentucky blue.
Of course, it’s hard for anyone to remember much of what happened in first grade, especially when it comes to schoolwork. However, two assignments in particular will never be forgotten: a current news report where 98% of the class focused on the Columbine massacre (I chose the lighter subject of a Hawaiian volcanic eruption) and the annual Young Authors contest.
Each year The Courier-Journal sponsored a statewide contest for students to create their own short stories. The contest promoted literature, creativity and competition, breaking down the contest by grade and region. Did I know all of this in first grade? Of course not. I was just happy to make my own story.
As I look into the past inside the mind of eight-year-old Nick, I find a kid looking to the future, wondering what I might do when I grow up. Naturally, helping Kentucky win an eighth National Championship was priority No. 1.
Before you judge the color of my basketball uniform, my school colors were red. I may have been a dumb eight-year-old but I was smart enough to know the Louisville Cardinals aren’t capable of winning a championship in my lifetime.
What kid doesn’t want to be President? POTUS is a pretty wicked nickname.
Unfortunately, puberty wrecked any chance I had at using these pipes to make it to the big stage. Peter Brady had it easy compared to me.
I had to cross zookeeper off as an option. They got me confused with the other animals.
Those plans were quickly scrapped after my family took a trip to see my cousins in Indiana.
I’m still waiting on that call from Hollywood.
Are you ready for the plot twist?
They say if you shoot for the moon and miss, you’ll still land among the stars. I must have heard that back in ’99 and foreseen my future as an internet blogger. I also knew at a young age that brown nosing can get you places. Praising the journalism profession to a bunch of judges from the C-J worked and I was awarded the area’s top-prize. It’s not Mozart’s First Symphony, but it isn’t far off.