Archive for May, 2012

My unfortunate departure

Friday, May 4th, 2012
Shawn Magrath

After careful deliberation and weeks of weighing my options, I’ve decided it’s time for me to move on. The last few weeks have been difficult and there’s no question that I’ve reached an impasse. Clearly, I have overstayed my welcome and with a heavy heart I say, I’m leaving MySpace.

I know this is sudden and may come as an untimely surprise. I just want everyone to know, I’m taking all my pictures with me. I would like to thank the friends I still have, especially Tom, who’s been there since the beginning.

It’s always a relief to get bad news out in the open.

Now that I have that monkey off my back, May 4th, as many already know, is “Star Wars Day” (May the 4th be with you)… Not much I have to say about it; I just thought it was worth mentioning.

Also worth mentioning, the CEO of Yahoo! falsified his resume, saying that he earned a Baccalaureate in Accounting and Computer Science when his degree was really just in Accounting. Of course, Yahoo! is passing it off as an “inadvertent error,” which is a fancy way of saying, “Oops, I screwed up.” Anyhow, it got me thinking of how many people in the area have jobs because they lied on their resume. There’s a lot of pressure in getting a good job and really, imagine what you would be able to offer a new employer with the skills you’ve developed as a “championship diver,” “professional tamer of large mammals,” “astronaut,” and “inventer of the weel.” (Mr. Magrath, why don’t you tell me a little bit about how your experiences as Prime Minister of Norway might help us here at the Evening Sun).

And we all know that the things we choose to lie about will look a hundred times better than the ugly truth:
• Objective: I want to play a major part in watching the company advance.
• Education: Graduated eighth in a class of ten
• Strengths: I have integrity so I will not steal the office supplies and take them home
• Achievements: Nominated for prom queen
• Special skills: Can hold my breath for 53.7 seconds
• Hobbies: Having a good time
• Work related background: Employers say I shouldn’t work with other employees
• Reason for leaving current employer: Terminated after saying it would be a blessing to get fired
• Personal: My family is willing to relocate. However, not to New England (too cold) and not to Southern California (earthquakes). Indianapolis or Chicago would be fine. My youngest prefers Orlando’s proximity to Disney World.

Sports Editor’s Playbook, Friday, May 4, 2012

Friday, May 4th, 2012
Patrick Newell

The sports world is still trying to make sense of the tragic passing of former NFL linebacker – and future Hall-of-Famer – Junior Seau. My significant other’s sister, Aida Ryder, lives in the San Diego area, and passed the Seau house several times a week with her morning jog on the beach. While not a friend or even an acquaintance of Seau, Ryder often shared “hellos” and “good mornings” with Junior Seau.
“ Junior Seau didn’t know my name, but I knew his. I saw him as a guy from my neighborhood,” Ryder said. “I pass his beach house on my regular morning run. Sometimes it’s around 7 a.m. and Junior might be pedaling his beach cruiser coming back with a coffee. Or he is on his deck or front porch with coffee and a paper. Sometimes he is with family or friends. He has no entourage, unless you count his smokey-colored pit bull. He is just out enjoying the quiet morning. Probably a far cry from the hustle and bustle of his professional life. We would pass with a smile and a wave, maybe even a “good morning.” It’s nice to think that he recognized me as a fixture in the morning routine.
“When the waves are right, I would spot him out on his surfboard. He was usually the one not wearing a wetsuit if the weather was warm. If anything, Junior Seau was not hard to miss! Even amongst a crowd of surfers, he was a powerful presence. A few times, I watched as he taught his son how to stand up on the board. Other times, he would be out sharing the waves and some laughs with fellow surfers.
“Once I was trying to adjust my mp3 player- while still running -and didn’t immediately notice that someone came running out of the sea with a longboard tucked under his arm. As my face nearly collided with the surfboard, I noticed that it was a beautiful wood inlayed pattern. We noticed each other at the same moment and laughed as we both fell down to avoid a collision. Still laughing, we sputtered apologies. As he pulled me up, he said, “You’re the smallest person to ever knock me over!” Then someone called out to him from his house and he said, “see you tomorrow.”
“ One day, passing the Seau house, I heard a ukele playing and someone singing with great joy. It was Junior relaxing, being happy – at the beach. That’s how I want to remember him.”

Speaking of loss, one of my NHS classmates, Doug Grzibowski, had his 27-year-old Section IV record broken earlier this week. Grzibowski set the sectional discus mark in 1985 with a throw over 172 feet. He made two appearances in the New York State meet as Section IV’s discus representative during his high school career, and he was the decathlon champion in Section IV his senior year. The decathlon was and is still not an official event in the New York State Track and Field Championships, but Section IV used to hold the two-day event for top area athletes. Grzibowski’s mark was broken by Ithaca’s Sam Cherney, who tossed the disc 174 feet, 1 inch. Grzibowski’s record was one of the oldest standing records in Section IV.

Former Evening Sun sports editor Tom Rowe wrote a marvelous blow-by-blow account of the 1937 football team’s perfect season. We published part one of the story yesterday, and today’s sports section wraps up perhaps the most detailed account of that season ever produced by this publication. Only eight of the 44 team members still survive, yet many will be in attendance May 12 when the team is inducted into the Norwich High School Sports Hall of Fame. On a sad note, the number of surviving players was at nine up until early this week when Tom Mirabito passed away. Mirabito was a fixture at every function I ever attended that recognized the 1937 team. His complete obituary appears in today’s edition.

Follow Patrick Newell on Twitter @evesunpat

When it rains …

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012
Brian Golden

Wow … when it rains it pours, as they say. This has been – in many ways – one of the busiest weeks I’ve ever experienced here at The Evening Sun, excluding the dreaded, yearly P-word edition (that word, if you get my meaning, is not allowed in the newsroom from the end of January through December). Training, practicing and more training for our esteemed editor’s well-deserved mini-vacation next week; a missing Town of Preston man who’s yet to be found; a McDonough fire that completely destroyed a lakeside camp on Genegantslet Lake (wow, spelled that right the first try); Paint the County Purple; County Court; and – last but certainly not least – the New Berlin horse shootings.

Don’t get me started on that one. I think I’ll let my thumbs down in Friday’s paper speak for itself, thank you.

So what else do I have on my plate, you ask? Why, my best friend and fellow Master Thief Eric Tozer’s “bachelor party.” It’s funny … most people seem to think a groom-to-be’s bachelor party involves total chaos, exotic dancers and the like, but that’s simply not the case with Tozer, myself and our tight-knit group of friends. In fact, that kind of bachelor party – as compared to our plans – couldn’t be further off the mark. Instead, we’ve rented a mountainside lodge, we’re stocking up on lots of non-healthy food (steaks, bacon, barbecue chicken and … more steaks) and the appropriate beverages, and – of course – bringing along the requisite musical instruments. Hard to believe the wedding is almost here already and I couldn’t be happier for Tozer and his bride-to-be.

With that said, here’s this week’s Ridiculous ‘30 Seconds’ Comment of the Week, brought to you by Man from Smithville (and unedited, for your information).
“I wondering if everyone who is upset about the horse shooting would be up set if the guy shot six cows instead I myself would not think so why are horse s more important then a cow or any other aniaml ”

Which I’m guessing should read … “I am wondering if everyone who is upset about the horse shooting would be upset if the guy shot six cows instead? I, myself, would not think so. Why are horses more important than a cow or any other animal?”

Just saying.