Sports are tricky things. On one hand, it’s just your skills and plays against another person’s skills and plays. But on the other hand it’s all about opportunities. The defender plays you too much to the right, if you go left, there’s an opportunity to score. The offense is too close, it’s an opportunity to steal the ball.

Sports are full of opportunities, chances, risks and along side of those are all of the counterparts, missed opportunities, missed chances and missed risks.

I say all of that to say that I have had an opportunity spring up that was unexpected, but very welcome. My husband has taken a job as a performer at Dixie Stampede in Branson, Missouri. The job requires a move and a change of job for myself as well.

Some of you know that before the paper I worked at Medieval Times. I started as a bartender and moved to princess. While princess-ing (yes, that is what it’s called), I also worked in light and sound and as a server. It was a dream job, but a dream job isn’t worth much to an old soul like me without someone to share it with.

Since I met my now husband, I knew that he was the man I wanted to share a dream job with. We both aimed for the moon and he landed the job. I landed on the short list for the future and earned a spot back behind Dixie’s non-alcoholic bar.

To be honest, I am so very proud of my husband and what he has accomplished in his twenty-five years on this earth. He is an amazing showman, talented actor, a great dancer and southern as the day is long.

The two of us grew up in the country, he on an extensive cattle ranch in Zena, while I grew up on a little five-acre farm in Moore. We both adore country music, particularly Dolly Parton. We both love sequins and rhinestones, the flashier, the better.

This column truly reveals my conflicting natures. I adore sports and I equally adore theatre. Both are opportunities to perform and entertain, both are time consuming. The conflict between the arts and sports is a timeless clash that won’t end anytime soon.

When my mother forced me to go to basketball camp at the age of eleven, she also forced me to go to band. I played the clarinet until I got smart and switched to alto sax. I played in the band until I was forced to choose my junior year of high school. As soon as I was able to, I joined a marching band program my senior year and played in the symphonic band in the spring.

It was the winter of 2010 when I put my saxophone down for the last time. Being in the band caused issues with basketball and since basketball was paying for my schooling, the choice was clear. It wasn’t easy, but it was clear.

I have met my share of folks who are always surprised by the fact I don’t fit in a box. Athletes are surprised by my musical, dancing and acting talents and those in the arts are always shocked that I love sports.

I am a walking oxymoron and I’m okay with that. Both sports and the arts make me happy, so I will continue to do both for as long as I am able.

I will miss covering the local sports, hearing whispers of the students saying ‘There’s the camera lady!”, conversing with coaches and parents and above all, sharing my love of sports with the community of Grove.

The ease with which you welcomed this outsider is still very near and dear to my heart. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this community for nearly two years. It’s been a wonderful experience!

Chloe Goff is a former college basketball player who enjoys a plethora of activities, most of which make her sound like a walking oxymoron.