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Brady Carlisle
         I never, ever thought I would wind up starting out my reporting career at a small town newspaper. My friends in school told me to look into broadcast journalism, but I wasn't interested. You can't get the same feeling for a game and the players sitting behind a desk with a tv camera trained on you. You can't report on the atmosphere and crowd and the effect it has on a game when you are in a studio.

         I miss my days as a football player. Those were good times and my father was so proud of me, or so I thought. But when an illegal block in the back caused some hairline fractures in my spine, I lost my enthusiasm for the game. My dad and I had some really nasty arguments during my recovery period. He was constantly harping how I was throwing away my life and an opportunity to make pro. I didn't see it that way. The pain from my injury was awful and the down time let me explore other ways of making it in this world. One particularly guilt-riddled argument he let it slip how disappointed he was in me and my decision to not pursue a career in football. My mother understood my decision and championed my cause. I think the only reason he finally agreed to let me go to school for journalism, was because of my mother. She might have been losing her battle with breast cancer, but no one and I do mean no one, battled with my mother and won. My father was no exception. I promised my mother I would do her proud. I pushed myself hard in school to be the best and graduated at the top of the class and interned with big name paper while in school. She passed away during the summer of my junior year. I made sure to keep that promise I made to her.

         Going to a small town paper such as this seems like such a come down from the big city. My father made it a point to ridicule my acceptance of the job and let me know in no uncertain terms I would never make it. It was not unexpected of him and I took it in stride. I just let him know that I considered it to be the "farm league" of print journalism. Just as he started out his football career in a farm team, I was doing the same. Everybody has to start somewhere, is the way that I look at it.

         This is going to be an interesting experience, temporary, but interesting. I think the encounter with Miss Emily Burnside might just make my stay here a whole lot easier to bear.

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