Posts filed under Editorial

Stop Defending the Sanctity of the ESPYs

Bruce Jenner was the most put-upon man in America.

There are so many reasons to be struck by sadness while watching an average episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. That you have found yourself watching it is reason enough. But to see an Olympic hero, one of the most dynamic and accomplished athletes in American history, reduced to a national joke — a punching bag for his famous-for-being-famous family — was what did me in. If Jenner was escaping out the back door for a good cry away from prying eyes, who could have blamed him? Stumbling upon the show for fifteen minutes is intolerable enough. Imagine it being the inescapable reality of your life.

Watch any episode and you will see the ridiculous condescension and disrespect this champion endured for affording these ingrates the fabulous life they lead. What strength it must take to endure all that.

Little did we know of the depths of that strength. And little did we know of the depths of that sadness.

All of the Women I've Ever Known Who Wanted To Be Sports Journalists Stopped

All of the women I've ever known who wanted to be sports journalists stopped.

They quit, and thought it better to go do something else. Because pursuing the dream job just wasn't worth all the other stuff.

I'm not going to deal with specifics here, because those stories are their own and not mine to tell, but I will state the obvious: this is a problem.

Posted on December 3, 2014 and filed under Editorial.

On Mitch Palfi, Jordan Tonsi, and judgment.

 Saturday's game between the Dawson Creek Junior Canucks and the Slave Lake Wolves was always destined to be a strange one. They always are. 

When we made our first trip to Slave Lake last season, we were in some ways fortunate to arrive on a semi-historic evening for the both the team and the town they play for. It was the Wolves first home game in their return to the NWJHL, and a tall drink of water for a community thirsty for junior hockey, having gone a year without it in the wake of the terrible fires that had ravaged Slave Lake the previous summer. It was an emotional evening, for some perhaps too emotional -- as in the third period, when an intoxicated fan dissatisfied with my call of the game offered to take my job off my hands, so that, in his words, he could tell the folks back home just how bad the Junior Canucks really were. When I refused, he offered to fight me instead. I was able to talk him out of all of this, live on the air, in what is still the most bizarre incident I've been a part of as a broadcaster.