An uneventful sports week
Usually after seven days I’ve seen enough high school action to witness a moment that sparks a memorable column idea. This week has been very different.
The only game this week was Thomas Jefferson’s third-round loss to Erwin in the state soccer playoffs.
Therefore, until basketball tips off, I’ll be sitting in front of my computer screen almost 100 percent of the day. I think it’s safe to say that I’m getting a little stir crazy.
I’ve felt almost worthless all week because I’m not juggling three different sports and 12 different teams. I miss doing work for the next day a opposed to working on projects that will be published the following week.
I thrive in situations where I have to crank out a game story before deadline. I love running down to the field after the game to talk to the coach and racing back to the newsroom to finish my story while the action is fresh in my mind.
If you can’t tell, this has been tough for me. This is actually more stressful than constantly covering a game or being on the phone with a coach. I blame this slow week for this pesky cold that I’ve developed over the past few days.
I keep telling myself that it’s just a phase and that it will all be over soon. In due time I’ll be rushing around the county to snag my seat and set up before the action starts.
It’s only a matter of days before East Rutherford basketball makes a run at another state title and the other county teams do what they can to steal the spotlight and a few headlines.
So I’ll keep my butt in this chair and keep it warm because I’ll need it that way when I come back on these frigid winter nights.
It’s just been a nightmare for someone who loves to cover sports to be stuck at a desk all day because there just isn’t anything to cover.
Seriously though, I went to a charity 5K Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. That’s how badly I wanted to see competition. I was willing and excited to wake up early (7 a.m. is early for me) and drive almost 40 minutes to watch a long-distance race when there was still frost on the grass.
Hopefully this is just a training session for the slow summertime when I’ll be kept sane by Owls and legion baseball. Regardless, this stinks.