The Reuben Davis Blog -- First Post of 2012

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Well, I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing here, considering it will be several months until high school football season begins again. Of course, I've always wondered what I'm supposed to do with this blog during the high school football offseason. Last year, I pretty much decided to "hibernate." But this year, well, let's just say I've got a few more things to say.

While writing these posts, I usually look forward to comments and feedback from people, especially from those who I've never met in person or don't know personally. Fortunately, I have not received any grief from the "spelling, grammar and punctuation police" (English teachers). But heck, where do I go from here???

Sure I could write more sports commentary. I don't want to comment on national events, particularly since this is the web site of a local newspaper, and you can find a lot of stuff about major college and professional sports most anywhere on the World Wide Web (thank you, Al Gore). There are other things besides sports that I could write about, but what?

Usually, I am having to keep the sports folks at The Pilot (Hunter, Franco and Charlie) in line, and some days that seems to be a full time job. And, I usually throw in my commentary on the stories they write. But still, what's next for me to do?

Many times, I feel like they need to put in some of the stuff I write in the print edition, which I feel is the next step in my progression in writing. Heck, why not a regular column? I think I do a much better job than the "regular columnists." At least the material I write isn't the same ol' boring drivel every time you read something from them in the paper.. Also, what's so great about these young newsroom interns? Seems like they get to write about anything they want, and it appears in the print edition. I'm still reeling about the article about which intern can get from "point A" to "point B" in Moore County the quickest. That was the worst piece of journalistic horse poop I ever read. And, don't even get me started on that article about finding the perfect pair of jeans!!!

I don't care if these interns are young, pretty (most of them) and smile a lot, but their writing doesn't have a lot of substance in my mere, humble opinion. I'm old, ugly, don't smile too much or have a lot to smile about. But unlike those kids, I have "been around the block" a few times and know what the heck is going on in the world whereas those youngins are probably back in Raleigh or Chapel Hill partying or doing Lord knows what.

Since this is a major election year, maybe I need to "campaign" to get my writings in the print edition. I feel like I have a fairly solid platform. I do take pride in doing a lot of research as well as "think outside the box." Even some of the stuff I write is entertaining as well as informative. Unfortunately, I do not have a lot of campaign funds, much less any other kind of backing. So, what chance do I have of getting in the print edition? Unlike those young interns, I can not get by on looks or smiles. And when you're old and ugly like me, well, that's another argument for another day. I could do something such as getting myself arrested or stir up some kind of scandal in order to make the print edition of the newspaper, but I don't think my mom would approve.

As for what's next for me and this blog, or anything that might appear in the print edition, feel free to chime in, whether it's on this web site or even on my personal Facebook page. And, if you like, feel free to e-mail "the powers that be" or "the powers that think they be" at The Pilot. Maybe if things come to be, I'll even buy ten copies of my first print edition appearance for my mother! Reckon, I might get my picture in the paper? I better not push that issue. It could scare away folks.

A long, long time ago, someone said that the purpose of a newspaper is to print the news and to raise hell. When it comes to the latter part, ladies and gentlemen, well, I am just getting warmed up.

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