I have never been so embarrassed of fellow journalists

My moment of realizing that pro athletes are often not the kind of people you'd want to look up to, let alone beg for an autograh came one summer when I was an equipment gofer for an NFL team at training camp. I had yet to consign my future to the wonders of journalism.

I got berated by kicker Eddie Murray because he'd crammed too many socks, jocks, shorts, etc., in his mesh laundry bag and it hadn't all dried upon going through the dryer. Happily, he was cut a few weeks later.

 

I almost asked the starting point guard of the JV girls basketball team once

 

As well you should. She works just as hard as the varsity starting point guard.

 

Randy Moss Motorsports, for the record.

 

Good catch, IJAG. Get yourself a Dr. Pepper from the cooler.

 

I hate you, Meaty.

 

Acting like you're a member of my family doesn't get you in my will.

 

Justice!

 

Back in my sportswriter days, I covered an event with the 1980 Olympic hockey team. (That's the USA hockey team, for the Canadian crowd.)

Anyways, as much as my teenage self had idolized that team in 1980, I was bound and determined that I was going to be professional as professional gets.

I get to the event and what do I see? Media - television and print - not only asking for autographs, but asking them to sign things like sticks, jerseys and shirts.

I was not one of them.

 

How many of them came under the heading of "people who work at a media outlet and scored a credential" (as opposed to "actual reporters")?

 

one of the bigger dicks i've covered