OK, so it's pretty amazing what can turn up when you type your own name into Google because you are thinking about writing a weekly column about other guys named David Fong and how your life compares to their lives.
You find out that some people thought you were a "dipshit," others thought you were "dumber than a bag of hammers," another thought you were funny in a "he's a complete dumbass" sort of way, another wondered if you still wrote "asinine columns" and still another remembers seeing you "at BW3, three sheets to the wind."
Alas, I cannot argue any of the above claims (especially the BW3 one), I'm afraid.
Since a number of people seem at least mildly interested (though for the life of me I can't begin to figure out why), here's the most concise update of the last 10 years and how I got from there to here:
Moved home two days after graduation (contrary to popular belief, I do hold a degree from TOSU). Planned on staying there for a few months until something better came along elsewhere. Little did I know "something better" would come my way.
After being at the Troy Daily News a little more than a year, my future wife came to work at the paper. We began dating within two months, were engaged in a year and have been married since June of 2001. We had our first child, a little girl, in July 2004 (and by "we" I mean "she," because Lord knows my wife did all the hard parts and I was just along for the ride).
So yeah, after 10 years, I'm right back where I started. Although, as has been pointed out, I am no longer sports editor. I was recently promoted to executive editor. That means I run the entire newsroom. Scary, huh?
And yes, I still write a weekly column. And yes, Princess Peach, it's still fairly asinine. One idea I've been tossing around lately is "what I want done with my body after I die." And yes, I've already inquired about being buried under the turf at Ohio Stadium. Oddly, I never heard back from the powers that be.
So yeah ... I know that's probably more than anybody cares to hear. But I figure if my name was going to be tossed around out there on the Internet, I should at least weigh in.
So there's my life story ... that and 50 cents will get you a refreshing soda.
(And actually, I am quite honored that ANYONE would remember me at all. Stumbling upon this did make my day ... even the folks who thought I was a "dipshit." I always said I didn't care if they loved me or hated me, so long as they were reading me.)
Oh yeah ... GO BUCKS!
He looks exactly the same. I assume his asinine columns are exactly the same, too...
