For the second time in four days, Kentucky flies by me in a blur of white lines and road signs.
Road trips are another story for another day, though, because today is someone’s birthday. Continue reading “About an inspiration”
About an inspiration
Tag: journalism
About the end of an era
I have recently learned something new.
It is a peculiar thing to quit a job.
Since my last day at the newspaper, a few things have happened.
One has been a little more difficult to figure out how to respond to than others. Continue reading “About the end of an era”
A personal announcement
I quit.
For a pretty good while last Thursday night, those two words were the only ones on the computer screen in front of me.
I’d even joked about a plan to simply leave this column blank except the above words and ride off into the proverbial sunset. Continue reading “A personal announcement”
A tough, rewarding task
They said it couldn’t be done, but it’s done. Continue reading “A tough, rewarding task”
I’m just a fan
The first day of my trip to Birmingham was great, and it provided me with an opportunity to do something I don’t normally do. Continue reading “I’m just a fan”
It’s not just another work day for me
Today, I’ve decided to let you in on a little secret.
Get me home from the ball game
It’s been a long day at the ball park. Continue reading “Get me home from the ball game”
Deadline day, a lion and a wildebeest
Tuesday is deadline day.
I hate deadline day, and today I will try to express my feelings toward it in words.
The typewriter Part I
From my vantage point atop a wooden storage cabinet in a room dimly lit by a single bulb protruding from a rotating ceiling fan, I can see a man typing. Continue reading “The typewriter Part I”
A hundred words on the end of a sports column
Rick Reilly quit writing.
Not reading his column anymore is sure to be as unusual as Shaq making a free throw. The Cubs winning a Series. Wakefield frying a radar gun.
I looked forward to the column.
Sometimes it amazed. Other times it aggravated.
Whether it was amazing or aggravating, most of the time I felt like I could become a writer from reading it.
His column — one I first discovered in Sports Illustrated — showed what happens when sports takes a back seat to the people who play them.
Rick Reilly quit writing, and reading sports won’t be the same.