I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I landed a one night a week job as a gofer in The Boston Globe sports department.
I was 16 years old, technically a copyboy but really a gofer as I would be sent to go for coffee and go for that.
My responsibilities were not immense as I was trusted to take the fake wrestling results over the phone and had to call drunks at yacht clubs to see if I could get some of their silly race results.
Then there were, in the pre-Internet age, the costant calls for scores. My favorite was when the Houston Oilers hammered Miami by about a 49 point margin and I told some barfly, ?Dolphins down in Oiler gusher.?
That?s why I am, along with other print media dinosaurs, having trouble coming to grips with the agonizing end of newspapers as vital societal institutions.
The Globe, which I consider to be as essential to Boston, to Massachusetts and to New England as oxygen and blood are to people, is teetering on the brink of closing its doors on Morrisey Boulevard.
In the tweet, tweet world of the Internet, I guess few know or care outside of the circulation area.
Maybe getting bought by The New York Times was a bad idea. It always struck me as like having the Yankees overseeing the Red Sox or the Lakers owning a piece of the Celtics.
I am hereby increasing my personal bid for The Globe to $100.
When I take over, the following will be be so assigned:
Don King will be our new economics writer and the name of his column will be, ?It?s For The Greedy, Not The Needy.?
Manny Pacquiao will write on Asian politics. That?s right, he gets a whole continent.
Bob Arum will write on society and the law, his column being labeled, ?Yesterday I Was Lying, Today I?m Telling The Truth.?
The world of exciting videos, DVDs, etc., will be handled by Dr. Hayden Kho.
