Friends for decades, our conversation about the column topic was boss-employee for the first time.
Usually, the confab involves an exchange of ideas or publisher-provided options or even writer’s choice. This time, after confirming that 2019 was the writer’s final football season, the man in charge used the word “assignment” for specificity.
All those years in the business, he said, write about those memories.
Remembering the oft-repeated words of a late and dear friend added some perspective: “You get paid to watch things that the rest of us pay to watch,” so I agreed, reluctantly. Still, the personal ramblings of somebody told by his doctor that he is too old for a colonoscopy might bore even the most ardent of my half-dozen loyal readers anticipating vivid descriptions of doings by athletes during 55-plus years on the job.