In honor of LeBron sending himself a letter to his 18-year old self I decided to send a letter to 18-year old me.

Dear 18-year old me:

Wanna be the first one to congratulate you on your mediocre career in sports broadcasting. That is not a shot at you. Oh no. What you’ve done with your lack of talent is actually an amazing feat.

Your ability to fool people all of these years is nothing short of spectacular, especially when you consider your work ethic. People say “his work ethic is second to none.” Yours is 9,781st to none. It’s meh at best.

How you’ve been able to work four hours a day for 20 plus years now is incredible. Four hours a day. What most people with any drive or energy accomplish in less than two days, you take a week to do.

You could have easily picked up another job in the afternoons and made something of yourself, something your wife and kids could have been proud of. Instead you chose to play golf and drink Coors Lights. Mmmmm Coors Lights.

I’d like to thank all the people that made this less-than-stellar life possible but there are too many to name. Once they finally find you out and kick you out the door, look up and just say thank you young John Granato for being just good enough to be average.