Forty years. That’s a long time covering high school sports in Southern California.
Who knows how many miles I’ve traveled on freeways, or how many football stat sheets I’ve filled out. A lot.
This weekend marks an anniversary of sorts. Since I turned 18 in 1976, my Friday nights each fall have been booked.
I used to report games from the sideline with a notepad, pen and roster, mostly because real press boxes didn’t exist at City Section schools. I’ve gone from sprinting to a phone booth after games to dictate a story (“Yes, I’m calling collect, please accept!”) to wheeling a case that includes computer, video camera,...