Your small paper could be a reality star!

Anyone seen typefitter?

 

My favorite part of the ad:
"Is your team a real version of “The Office” meets “Parks and Recreation?”

I'd think if they were to come to our shop a number of the sports and photo staff would be making daily trips to HR, not to mention all the civil rights groups that would be pissed off/offended on a daily basis... That is if they could get anything to tape that they didn't have to bleep out every third word.

 

I've got great stories about "Booooooooosh," among others. And I was there just 13 months.

 

September 2001 to June 2003 was a wonderful time to be in that newsroom, with the perfect kind of staff to be in this kind of show. Perfect storm brought a unique set of newsies together: pot pie devastators and drug addicts and drunks galore; uptight Baptist ministers with colonoscopy bags; divorced sports editors who masturbated to porn on company computers and splotched onto company chairs and on other days went berserk and threw said chairs into company walls, prompting a trip to Denny's for a talking-to over Super Birds; an old Kansas City Kings announcer and barbecue-loving Hunter Thompson wannabe who peacocked about in cowboy boots and a gallon hat and whose political stories hung heavier with opinion than fact (he has since died); manic-depressive editors whose personal prose and poetry makes him seem like the unlikely love child of Kerouac and Frost; middle-aged editors who openly touched the face of a sportswriter because "I just wanted to feel your whiskers"; a Caddyshack-loving Scony grad (at one point there were 4 Wisconsinites in the newsroom, giving off a weird cheesehead-alien vibe); the whip-smart yet bizarro cop reporter from Corpus Christie with a Napoleon complex; a goth-minded Roswell native and NMMI grad who'd walk into the newsroom with no shirt on a hot Saturday afternoon, hung over, yet he always pulled it together to design flashy front pages; a funky but funny and cool press crew with the Vietnamese dude who always told everyone about his monthly appetite for "red wing" cuisine; a Kansas State-loving "Animal" who was naked without hand sanitizer; the granddaughter of a famous author; a USC grad; a girl from Norway; and many other unique personalities including the one and only Geno Lawrenzi.

Good times. Good, good times.

 

If not Roswell, then Pittsfield!

http://www.sportsjournalists.com/forum/posts/3305865/

 

Their editor is receptive to the idea:

http://mediadecoder.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/01/27/newspapers-vie-for-reality-show/?ref=todayspaper