Friday, December 6, 2013

Getting into the game

Years ago, I was covering a basketball game in Eastern North Carolina, and I'd never been to this high school before. I didn't have a press credential; my newspaper didn't issue press credentials. And I was having trouble talking my way into the game.

For some reason — maybe for this reason — I took a copy of my newspaper's sports section with me. I showed it to the young woman at the door, and she showed it to the principal. "He DOES write for the newspaper," she told him.

They let me in.

I think that was the only time I thought to do that.

Years later, I was trying to get to the credential office for a state championship football game in Raleigh, N.C., and, again, I didn't have a press credential (this was a different newspaper). I was getting desperate, and I told the woman at the gate that I had a North Carolina Press Association sticker on my windshield.

She saw it, and they let me in.

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