I don’t remember when I first learned to ride a bicycle, do you?
I have no recollection of training wheels, nor do I recall the precise moment one of my parents stopped steadying a bike void of training wheels to allow their youngest daughter to pedal on her own for the first time.
I simply remember being able to ride a bicycle, and ride it well, complete with wheelies and curb jumping and reckless abandon.
When the high school years came, the bikes I rode everywhere became part of the past.
It wasn’t until a late-20s trip to San Francisco that I straddled a bike again, and that was to ride across the Golden Gate Bridge into Sausalito.
“This will be a piece of cake,” I remember thinking, only to climb on and realize I had no balance and was full of fear. “How did I ever do this with such reckless abandon?”
Somewhere mid-bridge it came back; somewhere mid-bridge, while with one hand I was filming my surroundings on my iPhone and with the other steadying myself on the ride, I chuckled, “Just like riding a bike, now I get what that means.”
Somewhere mid-bridge trepidation turned to complete joy.
That brings us to this new iteration of Game On: a website.
Hello, my name is Katie B. Davis. In a past life I was a sports writer who won awards for her work. But for the past eight years, while I’ve covered plenty of sports, it’s been of the verbal, not written, variety.
In writing about area prep-to-the-pros, local and regional sports, there was a time when I filled column inches with the greatest of ease and told stories that left no detail to the imagination.
When a career change came, the sports stayed but the way in which I covered them became part of the past: I talked, I didn’t write.
Now, in my late 30s, I open up this blank page to reintroduce myself thinking it will be a piece of cake only to realize I have no words and am full of fear.
“How did I ever do this with such abandon?”
Somewhere mid-sentence, mid-paragraph, however, it came back; somewhere mid-tale trepidation turned to the joy I remembered feeling when word first hit paper as that award-winning sports writer.
“Just like riding a bike.”