The first out-of-town trip I ever took as an aspiring sportswriter for the New York Post was in February of 1978. The paper's beat reporter had abruptly quit, I was working as a day side clerk when the editor -- an endearing rascal named Jerry Lisker -- turned to me and said, "Get your ass to the airport and cover the Knicks tonight."
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Baltimore -- The scuff mark on the back side of the laptop screen is my simultaneous badge of honor and error. I didn’t duck when the foul ball cleared the screen and hurtled toward me in the first row of the press box Sunday night during Game 1 of the Yankees’ division series against the Orioles. Nor did I get my hands around the fragile machine and together fast enough to keep the ball from splitting them like uprights in an end zone, short-hopping off the back of the screen and into crowd.
All good intentions aside, E-me. The official ruling came from Mike Vaccaro @MikeVacc of the New York Post, who was sitting directly behind me and immediately posted on Twitter: “Score that E-@HarveyAraton” |
