Press box horror stories

Oh, absolutely fun in retrospect. Honestly, experiencing like that are what keep me going in this business. As the saying goes, it's not whether you win or lose, it's whether you wake up with a good story.

I had forgotten about the annual debacle that is HBCU media guides. The one we covered, we counted ourselves lucky if they arrived before basketball season. It wasn't always the SID's fault, either. One time we were told there either wasn't enough money in the budget to cover the printing costs, or there was some sort of squabble between the athletic department and the on-campus print shop over some unpaid bills.

 

You're one to talk about what's classy.

 

Well, if I feel comfortable pointing out your classlessness, you gots a problem.

 

It was a snotty thing to do. It's not his fault you failed to secure rosters. If he wasn't a friend, then you had no right or reason to ask for or expect him to share his rosters.

Thought they taught the students better at the University of North Carolina.

 

You're the one that has the problem, troll.

 

Haha, you're cute.

 

Well, the dog in your avatar is cute. A Yorkie?

 

Probably.

 

I hate Yorkies. Fucking moody, yappy, skin-infection hairy aggravations from hell.

 

My season ticket-holding friend was pregnant during a college football season. Everyone around our seats worried about her all season, but she held on. There was no way that baby was going to be born during an FSU football game and make his parents miss a down, and by God, if he didn't make his appearance just a few days after the Florida (final) game.

 

We had Yorkies when I was a kid. Lovable little fuckers, I guess, but every time the doorbell rang, or someone walked in the door, or the phone rang, they went off like fireworks. Every fucking time.

Give me a nice, laid-back Lab anytime.