My favorite bad stringer story is the day I was sitting in the media room at the local LPGA tournament. This guy somehow gets access to the room, sees our paper's namecards and asked me if I was the sports editor. Told him no, I wasn't, but the SE would be out later. He said he had called the SE about doing some freelance stories for us at the tournament. I told him, no, we were just using our staffers for the tournament, no freelancers. That's when he pronounced himself better than anybody we had on our staff. (During that stretch, we won the Triple Crown, a bunch of APSE top 10s and a bunch of other awards). Fast forward to fall and we took him on as a stringer for prep football. Before his first game, he was instructed to call us with the score after each quarter and file his story by 11 p.m Come Friday night, no calls .... we tried to call him, but the never answered. We never got a story, either. Our ASE reaches him early the next morning and the guy said: A) He didn't think it was right to answer his phone while the game was going on and B) he would have his story to us by 11 a.m. So much for that stringer ....