Have you ever wanted to punch your competition?

Agreed. You strive to write better than them. You strive to scoop them. You may even complain about their stupidity on a message board somewhere. But you never stop being professional towards them and you NEVER pull a stunt like that.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. . .you never know when a job will come open at that competing shop that you feel you would be the perfect fit for and it would help to be on good terms with the people you see in the field on a regular basis.

 

In 2011 these two guys didn't have their own phones to check it out?

 

Our version of Clappy wears the same damn green and white striped polo to every game for one of the teams in our coverage area. But at the state baseball tourney this year, he took it a step further and competed his ensemble with a green clown wig.

Nobody on any of the teams at the school can stand him, especially the baseball team. The coach told me he had to kick the guy out of the dugout because, instead of shooting photos, he'd stand around asking all kinds of questions during the games and wouldn't leave the coaches or kids alone.

He's a nice enough guy, but his fanboi crap gets on my nerves.

 

Absolutely!

 

Exactly! Or even a handheld device where other papers are Tweeting updates and/or live blogging, as I was the game I was watching, plus posting updates on the other game in our area that were being phoned into me. Those I can tell you, the rest, well, I'm the shortstop in "Who's On First?"

 

I've always respected you, Beef, and now I do even more. For not cheering. And for having enough self-control not to beat the snot out of that punk. Rock on!

 

No need for punches unless you want to get fired. The guy's a douche. Just ignore him.

 

Who knew a box lacrosse game created tension between reporters? I'm awaiting a thread on media fights at swim meets.

 

If the PR guy asked me why I wasn't cheering, I'd reply that if he really wanted me to start cheering, I'd start doing it.

For the other team.

Then, after he picked his jaw up off the ground, I'd tell him that cheering goes both ways, and he'd be better off having an objective reporter covering his game instead of a cheerleader.

 

A green clown wig???

Your version of Clappy needs to find a better hairpiece shop.

 

I actually quite like that.

Playthrough: I'm normally fine to mock him, normally he's harmless and I just roll my eyes. What pissed me off was when he mocked my credibility. Sadly this job is about all I got, I do take it seriously, maybe too seriously.