Farewell, sports fans, but not goodbye

After toting my trusty camera to thousands – well, hundreds, anyway – of sometimes offbeat Homer sporting events – including broomball, snow tubing and the exploits of the world-famous Homer Ice Racing Association – it’s time to call it a day.
Starting tomorrow, I will be moving from the Homer Tribune – where I’ve had a brief but very enjoyable run writing about sports like football, volleyball and city council meetings – to KBBI, where I’ve accepted a position as news director – and will hopefully still get to witness the bloodsport of city council meetings.

Sportswriting – so easy a computer could do it

It’s been said that if you put a thousand monkeys in a room with a thousand typewriters, one of them would eventually write “Hamlet.”
But could they come up with a good sports story?

Dear Ashley: Sorry I’m an idiot

As the hockey puck bounced off my skull – producing a sort of dull, hollow ring – I came to an epiphany.
In the interest of safety and the preservation of very expensive camera equipment, sports reporters/photographers – even the small town variety trying to get a killer shot of a high school hockey game – need to keep their distance from the action they cover.
It was a lesson I would soon forget.

Golf is not a sport

The news last week that the International Olympic Committee selected golf – along with rugby – to be added to the slate of 28 sports at the 2016 Summer Olympics left at least one golfer ecstatic.
“I think it’s great for golf. It would be an honor for anyone who plays this game to become an Olympian,” said Tiger Woods last Friday, adding that he intends to do just that in Rio in 2016.

OK, I’ll admit it – I’m a Mariner fan

If my two-year-old son – who already slings a football with a laser, rocket arm – ever plays for the Homer Mariners, I may have to find a new line of work.
Reporters, you see, are supposed to be unbiased. We are to look at the world with a critical eye and cover all subjects – even sports – with a cool detachment that leaves no room for personal feelings. At least that’s what I was told at the third-rate community college I dropped out of.
In practice, however, it doesn’t always work out that way.

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