Apparently journalists are known for their drinking as much as their writing.
Judging from the employees of DAILY Sports, that seems pretty accurate to me.
But I do need to set the record straight on one account. Despite the perception of me by my fellow Forecasters during the 2002 season, I am not the drunken sorority girl that some people think.
Case in point: I spent the summer in New Orleans (where there are drive-through Daiquiri places on every corner) and got certifiably drunk once. Seriously, once. And I wasn’t even on Bourbon Street at the time.
But my lack of imbibing isn’t emulated by my fellow competitors.
Even though he isn’t on the slate, our fearless football writer, David Sterrett, has had the most notable drinking issue this week. So I decided I could take some space to get some shots in at him.
The poor boy was hosting a DAILY Sports party Saturday night. And let’s just say that he overdid it a bit. Booting in the kitchen sink isn’t pretty, David.
But at least he was polite about it, despite his drunken stupor. David sent his girlfriend to apologize to his guests, making her yell loud enough so he could hear her from downstairs.
Jim, as has been well-established, has a drinking problem, so we don’t really need to elaborate on that. (But it seems like the guys over at the Chronicle could mellow out a bit, so maybe you could donate a six-pack to them.)
Andrea’s problems with alcohol have a lot to do with remembering. After promising she’d bring in her pretty purple bottle of wine every Thursday night all quarter, the bottle finally showed up last week. And I wish it hadn’t. The wine smelled like Manischewitz, but didn’t quite taste like it. Maybe her memory problems have to do with another, non-alcoholic substance.
Adam decided to have Oktoberfest in his apartment. (Read: an excuse to drink almost every night.) He and his roommates decided they had so much fun, the ought to have Novemberfest as well. Guys, that’s not a festival, that’s alcoholism.
On to our contest winner, George Sax. From the looks of his mug shot, he might be drunk in the photo. You never know with journalists.
OK, kids, it might be time for y’all to jump on the wagon.
And, David, I’m sorry too.
