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Don’t Be a King, Unless You’re Prepared to Mob and Rob (originally written 9.19.09

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The man above has spoken. And it’s like Hollywood out there is the “real” world where images are made to be broken. The man above in his position on high believes he can act unprofessionally and never be held accountable for his acts. He can lie about your professional experience and threaten your future in your profession, all because the truth of his agenda lends an unflattering light to his facade.

You see, to anyone who fails to want to know, he will point to his limited experience as a journalist and tell you it is vast. He will tell you that content is of utmost importance to him, yet he will oversee employees who write a hit piece full of spin and  and personal attacks, enlist the aid of the “competition,” and allow no one to comment on the tale told.

That is how important content is to the man above.

To the man above, who is not a major in English, who is steeped in understanding the vagaries of the look of what we read, not what we read, it is more important for the agenda of his masters to be replicated than it is to provide a balanced view of this thing we call sports. He and his minions with the microcassette players in their hands, who attend the press conferences and ask the banal questions under sanitized conditions, then who wade into the locker rooms and clubhouses to get a sniff of a jock, who hate the men who jump high, throw far, and run fast because of their money and comparatively limited educations – whoops! I just let on that I actually spent 12 minutes inside a press box, not the requisite 10, or was that number a figure of speech or an attempt at being collegial, like using “Hey” as a salutation before ripping me to shreds for providing you with the information you asked for, oh four times on the telephone, or did I not understand that we were having a beer and pretzels conversation (and was doing the same with your underling) and showed a pattern of misconstruing compliments. Or do you really believe that I haven’t done “the beat thing”; that I actually was not voted the Beat Reporter of the Year award by the SID at George Mason University (that would be the B.O.Y. which is what you so badly want to say wanted to call me: “Hey, BOY!”). I’m sorry, SID is an acronym for Sports Information Director.

You know, come to think of it – there I go again, thinking – when you explain to someone that you can no longer share ideas with them unless an offer is imminent and a few weeks later the person call for ideas as if you worked for the man above, there can only be one understanding of that request; an offer is imminent, yes?

But in your world the answer is, no. Oh hell, it’s only shits and giggles and what’s 97 days to the man above and his underlings, they eat juuuuust fine. and they sleep juuuuuust fine – knowing the hole in their behinds still exists.

Now, I am willing to wager that the experience you say I do not have, is more than yours. That I have written the equivalent of four years of work in 14 months should provide you with a clue as to what I am and what I do. But you wouldn’t notice that, you’re too wrapped up in the content, right?

I’ll be the first to say that myopia should be declared a national epidemic.

And you know how I found out that, though you are the man above and there’s a man above you, one of your underlings advised me to seek an audience with that person – only after you showed exactly how unprofessional you are by not acknowledging the umpteenth email sent with clips; I did that at the behest of the same underling who advised me to talk to the man above the man above (who would be you).

Written by dwil

August 10, 2014 at 2:06 pm