I’m not trying to brag or boast, but I’d say I have a pretty impressive vocabulary compared to most. I’m no poet, but I am able to express myself eloquently at times, and far more importantly, I’m able to get my meaning across in a clear and understandable fashion.
I believe I do so while introducing my readers at times to words they may not have known, and very rarely sounding as if I’m repeating myself; entertaining and informing while helping to augment their vocabulary in the process.
I work hard at it, too, even using such aids as a thesaurus to make sure I find several ways to say something if it bears repeating in order to make a new point or reiterate what I’ve said earlier in the article.
However, all that being said, I’m being overwhelmed here. Damn it all, I’m running out of superlatives to describe my beloved Miami Heat. They’re annihilating every team in their path without so much as an ounce of drama in the later stages of the game.
They’ve won their past four games by an average of 22.75 points, and their past three by 27. Simply put, they’re destroying every opponent they face, and making it look easy in the process; effectively sitting LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, and Chris Bosh for the entire fourth quarters in the past two games.
While such dominance makes me feel good all over as a Miami Heat fan, as a writer it begins to get old; only because you almost start sounding as if you’re saying the same things over and over and over again.
And yes, it’s only been five games into the season, but if the Heat continue on their torrid pace, I quite simply will have to become a better writer. I’ll have to delve deep into the thesaurus, studying and researching, trying to find that one word, that one sentence, that one phrase, that will encapsulate the actions and accomplishments of the boys from Miami.
I’ll have to find a way to say such words as ‘amazing’ beyond just the obvious synonyms of astonishing, astounding, remarkable, wonderful, superb, breathtaking, incredible, marvelous, and noteworthy. I’ll have to find replacements for such good old standby phrases as “Heat Annihilates Magic”; exchanging them with something like, “Miami Ravages Rockets”.
I blame this completely on the “Three Kings” and company. I hold responsible all of the players who make up the South Beach Superteam. I lay the onus squarely on the shoulders of Mickey Arison, Pat Riley, and Erik Spoelstra.
They’re making me work too damn hard at all this sports-journalism. They’re presenting me with a challenge so difficult it boggles the mind. They’re forcing me to find ways to describe greatness in new and imaginative ways. They’re motivating me to be the best writer I can be, just as they’re motivating the Heat players to be the best they can be.
And you know what? I love ‘em for it.