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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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921227
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Sunday, December 27, 1992
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1G
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
DON'T HATE US, WE'RE ONLY THE MESSENGERS
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Like most people, I wanted to be liked. I wanted to walk into every room
and have people smile, reach for my hand, slap me on the back.

  I picked the wrong job.

  I became a sportswriter.
  My kind are greeted with sighs, smirks, head shakes and spit. Occasionally
a poke in the chest. Now and then, a bucket of water. I am blamed, vilified,
avoided, ignored, sometimes tolerated, never  trusted.
  I am a sportswriter.
  And I wonder what went wrong.
  You remember those old baseball movies, where players and reporters ride
trains together, playing poker, smoking cigars? It looks  like fun. It is not
reality.
  This is reality: Mike Ditka calling a reporter "son of a bitch" during a
press conference. Deion Sanders dumping water on Tim McCarver. Female
journalists being announced  with, "(Expletive) in the locker room! Cover up,
boys!" 
  Each year passes, and we seem to be less and less liked. We are blamed for
every problem. "The media made that up." "The media got me fired."
  Even fans now seem to say the word "media" and spit.
  Not exactly what I had in mind.
 Reporters don't take sides
  And so today, as the year ends, I want to address this anger, particularly
 in sports. And while I will admit that some sports writers are guilty of rude
questions and bad judgment, I want to start with this reminder:  Writers are
not on the roster. We do not pop champagne.  We do not wear championship
rings.
  The fact is, we are the only ones in the athletes' inner circles who are
not automatically on their side. And that may be the problem. Look who
surrounds them:  the coach, the trainer, the equipment guy, the PR person,
who, among other things, lines up tickets for players' friends.
  There are agents who obviously adore their millionaire clients. And there
are, of course, countless fans.
  And then there are the reporters.
  Now. Who stands out in this picture?
  No wonder many athletes can't understand why we are not 100 percent on
their side.  These are people who, for the most part, have been coddled since
the day they showed superior athletic talent. From high school on there was
someone to make tough things (grades, money, paperwork) easier.
  Journalists are not in that business. We are not PR people.  I don't think
athletes understand this. They read 100 straight, positive articles and take
them for granted. They read one critical article  and throw a fit. 
  And speaking of positive -- a common cry, why can't you be more positive?
-- hey, consider what we're covering. This year the front pages had Magic
Johnson and the AIDS virus,  Marge Schott accused of racial and ethnic slurs,
a college quarterback blowing $50,000 on guns and parties, and countless
athletes charged with sexual assault.
  Folks, believe me, it's hard to put  a positive spin on that. 
 It's a thankless job, but . . . 
  Now. I will say this: There are some sportswriters who seem to hunger for
bad news. Some of us take a single sentence and blow it into  a whole story.
Some of us write to impress our colleagues. Some don't check facts carefully
enough. And some, I think, just resent the money these guys are making.
  The biggest crime we commit, however,  is when we forget the power of our
typewriters. A little "joke line" can leave some athlete's kid crying, or his
wife harassed. These can be lethal weapons, the English language, the printing
press,  and they should be respected.
  Which leads to my final point: respect. It runs both ways. I find it grimly
amusing when I hear the average guy spit at the media, as politicians and
business moguls  have done for years. Don't you realize we are the only thing
standing between you and them?
  Do you think for one minute the government would be forthcoming with news
about war, the economy, congressional misbehavior or any other scandal if they
didn't have to answer to the press? You think businesses would willingly fess
up to their indiscretions? Would some win-crazy college football program just
waltz outside and tell you its players were paid big money to attend? 
  All that we do, all that we judge, comes from information we have. And like
it or not, we, the media, are the single biggest source  of that information.
Lose this, you lose America. Our Founding Fathers most have known something
when they guaranteed a free press.
  So while I don't condone Geraldo Rivera or the National Enquirer,  I'm
hoping next year brings a little less anger at the media, and a little more
understanding -- on both sides. Most of us journalists long ago gave up on
being Mr. Popular. But we shouldn't be the world's  scapegoat. And we don't
deserve spit or water buckets.
  A simple "no comment" will suffice.
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