March Madness is more than about basketball.
I must that this is the best my bracket has ever done whenever I decide to participate. Half of my Final Four can still win it all, but they play each other.
My national champion, Kansas, is headed to the Final Four, if the Jayhawks beat Miami on Sunday. I'm thinking about my friend, Sandra Marshall, a Kansas native and Jayhawk fan. I'm not if she's still alive, but enjoyed our friendship during the author run in the early 2010's.
The other pick, Villanova, punched their ticket to the national semifinals on Saturday. Oh well, I may get a national championship pick.
Back to the assorted March Madness. The regular job of mine at the newspaper where the press we print broke down and moved up our deadlines around lunchtime. Copy and pages were rushed, meaning the chances for mistakes increased.
The upper level don't understand, more concerned about a magazine on short notice with reluctant and unclear subjects.
I'm slowly fading out of the sports scene with the new person working his way into the grind of mixing news and sports. The new person arrived when basketball season, limiting our coverage to four live games by between December and March.
One person, an Administrator and head coach for one team that made the state tournament, bitched on Social Media of our no coverage. If the person asked, they would've known I was alone and already been promoted, meaning little time for prep hoops. Comparing me to a person who had a full staff, not one or two people. The person needed to do their research.
I reached out to the person when they made the Final Four and for all state picks, no calls were returned. The person apparently sent in nominations, but it failed because I'm on committee for area. Coaches in area nominate to me and I give to the committee.
All I heard was more bitching about those players on All County in wrong positions, called our newspaper trash and my picks meant nothing to them. I fired back, guess that surprised them, called me a sell-out and said I shouldn't go to basketball gyms here anymore. Told the person I go where I damn well please and at their school since they don't own it.
The remarks made the person sound like a political candidate about to lose badly in a race. None of my girls did name calling in high school, grew out of it in middle school. The direct messages with name calling was childish. Told the child about during her 17th birthday and she thought it was stupid.
Our new person wrote a column, ripping the person for not setting an example as a leader of the school and causing their own mistake. Resorting to character assassination and comparing me to a white employee whom I did not work with can be considered borderline racism.
I did not resort to name calling and served as the adult. I acted my age and not someone who seemed unhinged. A waste of time bitching about coverage for the second-best basketball team in the area when no one can cover every school.
Former students at the school said the complaints were paper cover their rival, the best team in the area.
Feel like I was in the 1971 legendary Brady Bunch episode, "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia," instead insert the school name. My advice is simple: learn from your mistake, swallow your pride and do not repeat it next year.
JK Jones' writing career began as a junior at Holt High in 1986 as as Sports Editor of the Purple Reign, the school's newspaper until graduating in 1988. It opened the door to a long and successful sports writing career. As an author, several of Jones' E-books were best sellers. Jones has shown promise during the early stages of screenwriting. Jones' short screenplay, Instant Replay, was accepted by the Cannes Latitude Film Festival in 2016. Jones' most recent screenplay, False Start, was selected to the Chihuahua International Film Festival in November, 2019. For more information, visit https://www.scriptrevolution.com/profiles/jk-jones.