Why I love Friday nights

(Phone rings)

"Sports department."

"Yeah, I need to call in a football score."

"Where are you calling from?"

"A bus."

 

At least they called

 

No such thing as a bad call, in that context, anyway.

 

Why I don't love Friday nights:

1 1/2 hour drives back to the office in pitch black nothingness that is West Texas. On the bright side, we killed a coyote and a skunk on the drive.
On the lame side, I watched an absolute blowout which would have been fine, but the losing team decided to spend the second half practicing their passing offense. Cocksuckers.

 

RING RING

"Hello, Daily Dipstick Sports."

"We won!!"

"Cool. What was the score?"

"31-16"

"Where was the game played?"

"Our place"

: :

 

You know why I love Friday nights?

Because one of our veteran "correspondents" is hard at work right beside me typing his story on a Trash-80. Like he does every week. Like he does every season. That thing will never die.

 

As long as it works.

I still have mine. Never use it anymore, but I kept it.

 

To go along with Sportschick's post...

"Can I have the final score?"

"24-16."

"OK, who won?"

(I think asking for the final score implies that you want to know the teams involved, too, but what do I know?)

 

I would probably answer the same way this person did. It took me a couple reads just to figure out why this was post-worthy (not to fault HH; I'm just an idiot)

 

I used to love those drives when I worked out in West Texas ...

 

See, now a 90-minute drive in parts of New England probably means you're covering a game that's a state or two away.

 

Nothing at all wrong with that. The phone calls I hate are the ones that come 20 minutes before deadline:

"Uh, yeah, can you tell me who won the game between ..."

Those are never good.