Toe Pick!
I realize that's been used as a subject before, but I'm so ridiculously pissed I can't even say anymore... I mean just wow. I want to take a toe pick to someone's face.
So last season, we all remember my constant battle to get on the radio, do interviews, be more involved in media relations type stuff. Jim put me on the air for a total of four minutes the last two games and I was excited and it was all good because I was like, "Yeah, OK, he takes a while to warm up to sharing the air, that's fine I'll move up next season." Then I'm ousted.
Met new interns last night, sweet kids who have no clue about hockey, but they like soccer so they'll catch on quick. I ran like a bat out of hell last night because it was late and I needed sleep, but tonight I stuck around and finished up my stuff instead of leavin it for Ron and I turned around and saw something remarkable.
Right in front of my face, Jim was handing the new guy (yes, as in male) the minicorder and mic and asking him what questions he'd come up with. New guy, for the record, never seen a hockey game before last night. I couldn't believe it. I looked at the new guy, and looked at Jim and he saw me and I shook my head and did the, "Well, ain't that an interesting situation?" look and Jim turned around and walked away. I ran in to Joey, my blue haired buddy from last season, and told him what happened and he was like, "Wow... that's... I don't even know what to say about that... fucked up."
I'm so pissed about it right now all I can do is try to process it, you know? I'm like to punch someone in the face or ream them out one way or another, maybe even sue, but I just can't even believe I'm seeing this in action right in front of my face. I have nothing to say to Jim about this, nothing at all, but I intend to write the league an editorial about this and about women in hockey and the need to support it. Even fucking football will toss in an idiotic or clever blonde to cover the game every now and again-- half the time they do better than the dumb ex players fucking around in the studio.
/rant
Off to bed after quesadilla and milk. Mmmm.
So last season, we all remember my constant battle to get on the radio, do interviews, be more involved in media relations type stuff. Jim put me on the air for a total of four minutes the last two games and I was excited and it was all good because I was like, "Yeah, OK, he takes a while to warm up to sharing the air, that's fine I'll move up next season." Then I'm ousted.
Met new interns last night, sweet kids who have no clue about hockey, but they like soccer so they'll catch on quick. I ran like a bat out of hell last night because it was late and I needed sleep, but tonight I stuck around and finished up my stuff instead of leavin it for Ron and I turned around and saw something remarkable.
Right in front of my face, Jim was handing the new guy (yes, as in male) the minicorder and mic and asking him what questions he'd come up with. New guy, for the record, never seen a hockey game before last night. I couldn't believe it. I looked at the new guy, and looked at Jim and he saw me and I shook my head and did the, "Well, ain't that an interesting situation?" look and Jim turned around and walked away. I ran in to Joey, my blue haired buddy from last season, and told him what happened and he was like, "Wow... that's... I don't even know what to say about that... fucked up."
I'm so pissed about it right now all I can do is try to process it, you know? I'm like to punch someone in the face or ream them out one way or another, maybe even sue, but I just can't even believe I'm seeing this in action right in front of my face. I have nothing to say to Jim about this, nothing at all, but I intend to write the league an editorial about this and about women in hockey and the need to support it. Even fucking football will toss in an idiotic or clever blonde to cover the game every now and again-- half the time they do better than the dumb ex players fucking around in the studio.
/rant
Off to bed after quesadilla and milk. Mmmm.