Press box horror stories

Oh, I totally understood your gripe Batman. Nothing worse than having to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop to do your job, because somebody else didn't do their job.

 

This is pretty damn funny.

 

Ah, the beauty of the SWAC.

 

My favorite SWAC (or half-SWAC) parking story came from a buddy who covered the Turkey Day Classic between Alabama State and Tuskegee every year. One year, after he'd finally navigated all the landmines Batman described and worked his way into the media/VIP lot, the only open spot left was marked "Reserved for University President."

When my buddy pointed this out to the security guard, the guy told him, "Fuck him. He never comes to the games anyway."

 

My SWAC fun is limited, but there is this. One year, Alabama played at Alabama State in basketball. I was working south of Montgomery at that time, covering the Tide, and I drove up to cover the game. Well, when you get off the interstate coming from the south, there is a sign that says, "Alabama State University" with a directional sign. I can't remember, but let's say it's to the right.

So, I turn right. Drive around downtown Montgomery a bit, then decide I missed it. Get back on the interstate and repeat. Do it again. Now, it is getting close to tip off time. So, I call my buddy at the Advertiser. And he informs me, "Oh, where it says turn right, you have to turn left."

Once I corrected this error, I found the school easily. But I ended up parking in a muddy field and hiked/sloshed my way to the arena with a few minutes to spare.

 

1. Steak, your avatar is killing me. Damn funny

2. Mascots, pure hatred thereof... discuss.

 

In case you were wondering, the "victim" in my avatar is former Florida All-SEC quarterback Kerwin Bell (during his days in the CFL).

 

Ha! One of the greatest self-scrote-shots I have seen, and then the added insult to injury. Greatness. Thanks much for the ID.

 

It can get rowdy in MEAC press boxes, too.

 

This is from my intern days, and more of a newsroom horror story, but I digress.

It's crunch time Friday night and the phones are ringing off the hook. For whatever reason, the paper's "big-time" sports columnist is sitting in the part-time/intern section watching some game on TV.

While everyone else in the row of desks is frantically going from call to call, all this guy can do is lean back and offer award-winning commentary on whatever was on TV... gems like "HOLY FUCKING SHIT," or "DID YOU SEE THAT?"

I'm pretty sure everyone was ready to kill him by the end of the night.

 

It will cost you to keep my mouth shut Dan

 

Nate, when did you and I work together?