Election Night Pizza

In our little corner of BFE, our news reporter is so excited that we get pizza.

I have to help with election coverage because I'm the only one in the newsroom with enough computer knowledge to put together the Excel spreadsheet and use it on the laptop so we can count the votes by precinct.

I guess that's the sports side contribution: we know stats.

 

Ham, 'shrooms and onion.

Yummy.

If the news bastards are stingy this year, fuck 'em. Tuesdays are 35¢ wings at BW3.

 

Never worked desk on an election night.
Sounds like fun.

 

Every sports department I've ever worked in has always seemed to revel when news side has to hang around until 2 a.m.

 

Not so sure about that. But then, I'm doing A1 tonight. Maybe that's why I'm not looking forward to work today.

Well, except for the pizza, which I would hope is Papa John's rather than our usual Pizza Hut.

 

And then the next day when they complain how they had to work late

 

Our newsroom just had one of 17 meetings the last two days to go over the election coverage. I counted 22 fuckin' people at the news hub, looking like they were just about ready to board an amphibious vehicle and storm Omaha Beach. And this, for an off-year election, where we're taking all national stories off the wire, most of the statewide races off the wire, and in our coverage area, 95 percent of the races were a done deal when the primaries whittled things down. So they could have written the headlines and the lead on the five congressional races in our area where the incumbant is going to win by at least 70-30. The only issues in doubt are probably a waste-water ballot initiative.

By the way, they found time to take preferences on pizza toppings. Pepperoni, green peppers and mushrooms seem to lead the pack.

 

You must have one hell of a pizzeria.

 

When I work news side, it always astounds me that I get there before anyone from sports and leave after the department has already gone home, even on prep nights, so it's not like that everywhere.

 

I got laid/layed after work one election nite.
Yeah, the news siders were there really late and they finally wrapped up their coverage right as we were getting done.
The press started to roll and then we all went out for drinks. I made a move on this bodacious higher ed beat writer.
We were both getting a little tipsy and we decided to crash at my place.
It was a night I'll never forget. We went on and on and on ...

Okay, I'll admit it. None of this stuff really happened.
I've never really gotten laid/layed following an election nite.
Carry on.

 

What, are you in the metro department of the Fantasyland Times?

 

But if you worked in Hawaii, you could've gotten lei-ed.