Colton
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Last week, I received a team photo of our local Special Olympic softball team from the head coach. These young people are always thrilled to read their names or see their photo in the paper, so whenever they achieve something, it's nice to recognize them.
Anyway, in rewriting the cutline, he head "Head Coach" and our style is to lower case the words. Well, somehow, it came out a bit differently... as in "dead coach." Ugh. Obviously, I was mortified. It was 3:30 a.m. as I'm filing stories in our sports morgue when I discovered the error. I immediately sent an email apologizing for my mistake, making it clear 'twas me, not someone on staff, who screwed it up and spent the rest of the night an all night Sunday night feeling pretty much like pond scum.
Well, Monday morning rolls around and the coach received the email and replied. Basically, he absolved me and told me not to worry about it and thanked me for running the photo and that his kids were thrilled. No wonder the gentleman volunteers his time to work with special-needs kids... he's got a heart bigger than a catcher's mitt.
His response restored my faith a bit in people. If he ever needs a favor, as I replied to him, he need not hesitate to ask.
Finally, while the blame belongs nowhere but with me, and there's really no excuses, period, it is also a product of CNHI's corporate bastards and their payroll reduction/furloughs. While I did spellcheck the cutline, the guy who would have given the page a second set of eyeballs in addition to my own was on an F day.
Anyway, in rewriting the cutline, he head "Head Coach" and our style is to lower case the words. Well, somehow, it came out a bit differently... as in "dead coach." Ugh. Obviously, I was mortified. It was 3:30 a.m. as I'm filing stories in our sports morgue when I discovered the error. I immediately sent an email apologizing for my mistake, making it clear 'twas me, not someone on staff, who screwed it up and spent the rest of the night an all night Sunday night feeling pretty much like pond scum.
Well, Monday morning rolls around and the coach received the email and replied. Basically, he absolved me and told me not to worry about it and thanked me for running the photo and that his kids were thrilled. No wonder the gentleman volunteers his time to work with special-needs kids... he's got a heart bigger than a catcher's mitt.
His response restored my faith a bit in people. If he ever needs a favor, as I replied to him, he need not hesitate to ask.
Finally, while the blame belongs nowhere but with me, and there's really no excuses, period, it is also a product of CNHI's corporate bastards and their payroll reduction/furloughs. While I did spellcheck the cutline, the guy who would have given the page a second set of eyeballs in addition to my own was on an F day.