Don’t Read Too Much into the Results of Alabama’s Senate Election

In baseball, momentum is the next day’s starting pitcher. At least that’s how the Baltimore Orioles’ Hall of Fame Manager Earl Weaver once described the term.

Weaver’s words also provide solid advice for how we should view the results of Tuesday’s U.S. Senate race in Alabama. more

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Baseball, Blogging and Beat Reporting

Come Nov. 9, the baseball season will be over, but Anne and I still will be talking about the National Pastime.

We will be joined by four of our journalism students for a conference presentation titled “Baseball, Blogging and Beat Reporting: Using a Spring Training Blog to Teach Journalism Students How to Cover a Beat.”

Our presentation will take place in Philadelphia at the Mid-Atlantic Popular & American Culture Association conference as part of a Journalism and News Media panel.

As the title of our presentation suggests, we will be discussing how we incorporate a baseball blog into the courses we teach in the Jandoli School of Communication at St. Bonaventure University. We use the blog because St. Bonaventure is located in a rural area of Western New York, where opportunities to cover local governments, school boards and other traditional news beats are limited. Continue reading

That Time I Started My Journalism Career on Columbus Day

For many people, Columbus Day is a time for parades and a celebration of Italian heritage. Others contend that it is wrong to honor Christopher Columbus as a hero.

For me, Columbus Day is significant for another reason. It was on Columbus Day in 1975 that I spent my first day in a newsroom as a working journalist as a reporter for a suburban weekly named The Montclair Times. more

A ‘Long Strange Trip’ I took 45 years ago

When I covered rock’n’roll in the early 1980s, Bob Weir and Jerry Garcia were among the many performers I enjoyed interviewing. But my most lasting memory of the Grateful Dead took place 45 years ago this month long before my career in journalism began.

In the fall of 1972, my friend Bob Boyle and I made plans to see the Dead in Jersey City, New Jersey, on Sept. 19, the day after Bob’s 19th birthday. At the time, we were students at St. Bonaventure University in Western New York State about 350 miles from Jersey City. But we didn’t let the distance dissuade us. Nor were we concerned that neither of us had a car.

The solution? Hitchhike. more

 

RIP Guy A. Lee

This is the last photo I took of my father, who would have turned 95 today.

In many ways, it says a lot about who he was. He was a proud WWII veteran and an avid Mets fan who loved to read and enjoyed the outdoors.

If he touched your life as he did mine, consider yourself blessed.