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The next night was our first night of high school football playoffs.
I'm still trying to figure out what state has its high school playoffs on a Wednesday night . . . or has its elections on Thursday.
Some Kansas classes have first-round games on Tuesday. This means the last game of the regular season is played on Thursday. Then the second-round playoff game is on Saturday. Three games in 10 days.
This also means that every other year, election night and the first round of the playoffs are the same night.
Iowa opens its playoffs on Wednesday night (don't ask, it's a philosophy I can't explain). Even better, the next round is on the following Monday.
Last year, our biggest local high school played its first-round playoff game at the UNI-Dome in Cedar Falls, which is about a 2 1/2-hour bus ride. The game was scheduled to start at 8:30 p.m. (there was another first-round game at the same site). It actually started closer to 9. I think the team got home around 2 a.m.
Anyway, back to the thread...
Man, I've had a few of those. You plan your entire section around this darn game because of its (perceived) importance. And then you (1) can't get a photo or (2) game runs til almost deadline and you have to chose between settling for 10 inches of bare-bone PBP or blowing deadline big-time.
And, of course, the public doesn't understand when they pick up their paper at 5 a.m. why you don't have three pages worth of stuff on it.
That happened at my first daily shop when the local Cinderella made the Section playoffs for the first time. This was way before email and other ways to send photos were common and the game was an hour's drive away, so we figured, why bother? At least we had a reporter there. I was covering a juco basketball tournament that night and one of the guys on the scoring table was a teacher at the school was listening to the game on radio. He kept feeding me scores all night, and I didn't believe him until I got into my car and heard for myself. When I got back to the office, I told the sports editor what was going on and he remade the page to have that game stripped across the top.
Next day I'm in, I see the sports editor talking on the phone to someone, then hanging up abruptly, which he rarely does. He told me some fan was calling wondering why we didn't have photos of the big game and he explained it all to him, and hung up when the caller said, "Well, can't you just move back the deadline?"
Move the deadline? Now, why didn't we think of that?! See, this is why readers will always be smarter than us -- you know, the people who actually know what we're doing.
When I was at the small-town daily years ago, I had this one moronic funeral home director call on a Friday night around 11 p.m. Deadline for everything was 11:30, and press start was midnight for the Sat. a.m. edition, and we didn't have a Sunday paper. It was a p.m. paper M-F.
So the guy calls at 11, and wants to get in a late obituary. I answered the phone because our reporters had gone home and the one editor on duty was also on the phone about something or another. Funeral home director demands to get the obit in because the funeral is Monday morning, I tell him he's too late, which he should have known, because he'd been a director for 20-something years.
Funeral home guy: "What time does your printing press start?"
Me: "Midnight."
FHG: "Well, then you have time to get this in."
Me: "No, we don't. Deadline to submit things in was 8 p.m., unless we know in advance that it's coming, so we can allocate space for it."
FHG: "Your printing press doesn't start until 12. I can fax this over right now. You can get it in."
Me: "No, we can't. We have other pages that we have to finish. We have to take time to type your obit into the computer, then we have to tear up the page for the obits which was done at 8 and already prepared for the printing press. We don't have time to do that."
FHG: "Well, what are you guys doing there all night? What do you mean, you don't have time?"
Me: "We're working to get out the other parts of the paper finished. It's now 11:04, and I've just lost four minutes arguing with you. You are past the deadline."
So the director then demands to talk to the assistant editor, who was in charge for the night, who just got off the phone, so I transfer him over. AE listens for a minute, tells him, "You're past deadline." and hangs up.
That Monday, the publisher swings by and said the director had called at 11:15 at his home, and asked me why we didn't get the obit in. I told him that it was past deadline. Publisher replied that the FHD told him that he had called at 7 p.m. I told him that the FHD was a liar. Publisher agreed.