I was a big kid growing up. My size and rough nature made me ideal for an offensive lineman on the football team. Stuck in the trenches. Never to know glory. I came to play basketball a little later in my athletic career.
You couldn't hide in basketball. The spotlight shined on you and all your awkward shuffling and elbowing and missed shots. I was not good, in fact I was terrible but I loved it. If anything I was more aggressive on the basketball court than the gridiron.
Talent schmalent. Having never gotten to touch a football, my determination to get the basketball was relentless. Every practice, every game I came home with floor burns from diving for a loose ball.
How much does talent count in writing? I'm an okay writer. With effort, I can be better. If I want to be a working writer, I'm going to have to dive for every loose word. Just so you know I got good enough in basketball to win a lower division in a streetball tournament. Of course, they didn't have referees.