Other than that ugly sports check earlier today, this has to have been one of the better days here at SJI. The AC is finally working in the class room here at Poynter, we got to see a new wave in multimedia technology from Al Tompkins that had every one of us in utter amazement, and we also learned a lot about the little things that make sports journalism great.
Roy Clark and Kenny Irby showed us the beauty of photo journalism in the sports field and the stories that these photos tell. It really put into perspective the historic significance of sport and the captivating stories that can be told in one 8x10 photo snapped at just the right time.
This is why we do what we choose to do. Journalism is not easy--as we all have learned the hard way this past week--but, the rewards are limitless when you finally break that great story. These photos shown on my blog entry are timeless, no matter how you analyze them, history will never forget that single moment in time, and the photographers that took these photos are now a part of that history.
For the first time in a few days, we forgot that our opinions didn't count; we didn't care that we weren't shit and ain't did shit. We had a chance to, not only see, but feel the rush of seeing the unknown. We finally understood why Greg, Ed, Leon and Squires were so hard on us, and so blunt in their message.
This is why 'our opinions don't count', this is why 'we ain't shit', this is the 'shit' we ain't done. For most of us, it was an epiphany; but to all of us, it was prodigious. It was what we all wanted and were willing to sacrifice our petty egos to have. We ain't shit, don't know shit, and don't got shit. . .yet.
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