Cowboys reporter out here spiking footballs of her own.

TBH ... it's better than "some fucker"

 

I'm going to steal that in ball season.

 

One of my favorite SI articles was a deep dive they did on a single day on the Transactions agate. (When did SI put the Archive behind a paywall?)

TRANSACTIONS

 

This reminds me so much of a retired SE who was working part-time for me. Dude had a volcanic temper.

 

And you get more and more people landing prime gigs as their first gigs and not handling themselves in a traditional way. I've seen some shit while covering MLB this season that makes me cringe. Of course, I also understand it's a far different world than 25 years ago, and that 20-somethings shouldn't treat anything in this business with reverence, and that you only get one chance to operate unencumbered by what you're not supposed to know. But I did like it when a kid clearly on his first assignment asked where he should sit instead of just plopping himself down on prime real estate in the press box. (And of course, 25 years ago, all that real estate would have been taken long before he got there, so...)

 

I’m curious BYH, what are those things you’ve seen this season

 

I don't know if that's original with you, but that's an absolutely brilliant observation. I hope to memorize it and pull it out when appropriate.

But should it be "not supposed to know" or "SUPPOSED to know"?

 

Had never seen that one before, it's great, thanks for posting. And I love that one of the "transactions" they went deep on was Temple firing Bruce Arians.

 

@Scout, what they do borders on employing the Lolli aesthetic. The Bad Little Girl tip annoyed most if not all of my female cohort a decade ago. Those who worked at the same shop saw our pictures (and my cartoon rendering of me) sharing space with women posing in nothing but hockey sweaters while they straddled Warrior sticks, head shots of our colleagues fondling skates or shoulder pads and one little miss whose picture consisted of her seated at a table with Timbits and poutine while she bit into a puck. (Okay the last one was funny. If only that sensibility came out in her writing.)

We tried to move around the BrittBrats of the shop without disturbing them or the editors who felt we couldn't function without them.

XOXO
Oscar "There's no such word as 'intrickle,' you dangerously overbred puckbunny!" Madison

 

Riiiiiight.......

 

Says the woman responding at 2:13 a.m. on a Tuesday morning.