I’m occasionally asked about my run as a sports writer – starting in 1984 as a freelancer until that day in 2010 when I decided I’d done all I could do – and if I have any regrets. Usually, the questioner is asking more along the lines of not being a beat writer for a major sports team for a big city publication.
I did make it as far as the San Francisco Examiner and was the sole reporter covering the Kraft Fight Hunger Bowl and got to interview two future NFL stars in Luke Kuechly and Colin Kaepernick. And I did get to cover Arizona Cardinals games back in the early 1990s for the Gallup Independent. But as far as being a full-time beat writer that never happened.
But to be perfectly honest, I had more fun covering the high school and small college teams on a regular basis. There was more of a joy of playing the game feel to those games than I ever got from the times I covered a major game. So as a writer I’d have to say I look back at my career with perfect contentment and not a single regret. Sure, if the Dallas Morning News had come calling to be the beat writer for the Dallas Cowboys I’d have taken the job so fast I’d have left a sonic boom behind in my wake. But they didn’t and I really never expected they would so there is that.
But there is one area of my career that there is one little regret lingering and it comes from the time I started pulling double-duty as both a writer and a photographer. I’ve shot Div I college football (the aforementioned Hunger Bowl in San Francisco and the Air Force Academy Falcons – remind me to tell you the story about the Falcon mistaking me for the target he was supposed to grab at one game.), NFL games in Arizona, San Francisco and Oakland, an NBA game at The Forum between the Houston Rockets and the Los Angeles Lakers, the California League baseball championship, the 2007 U.S. Women’s Hockey Championships and the AT&T tournament at Pebble Beach.
But there are two venues I never got a chance to shoot. The Masters at Augusta National and a Cowboys game at the now-demolished Texas Stadium. It’s highly unlikely I’ll get a shot at shooting on the hallowed grounds of Augusta, ever, and Texas Stadium is now a memory.
So there you are. The two boxes in my career I never got to check off. Strangely enough, it makes me appreciate all the boxes I did manage to check off all that much more.
And yes. All of the photos you see above were taken by me during my career. One of these days I’ll make a page of some of my best sports photos to share with you.