If you want to skip all the gooey stuff below, you can click to get my resume here.
I’m a 40-something, 8-time marathoner, 1-time father who moved to Austin in May 2009 and is attempting to have the time of my life. (So far, so good on all accounts. Running takes you places, literally. Last fall, I got quoted in Runners’ World magazine about the lack of black runners. Now ain’t that something.)
From 1991 to 2009, I was a sports/news writer/editor for several newspapers, including the San Antonio Light (its now closed), the Hartford Courant, the Washington Times and the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
At the Star-Telegram, I covered the Cowboys and the NFL for five years, and the Mavericks/NBA for a year. I’ve been to four Super Bowls (Cowboys-Steelers; Patriots-Packers; Broncos-Packers; Broncos-Falcons); an NBA All-Star Game in Philadelphia; and a Major League Baseball All-Star Game. I’ve played dominoes with Emmitt Smith (before dancing with the stars even existed); had hours long conversations with Michael Irvin and Deion Sanders; Troy Aikman and Nate Newton and Darren Woodson. Asked a question that made Barry Switzer cry. Shared toasts with Jerry Jones and playful bantering with Mark Cuban and then coach Don Nelson.
I’ve met tons of athletes. Seen tons of crazy games. Been to nearly every major American city. Sports coverage is a young man’s game. But every once in a while, I find myself missing the games, the surreal drama, the travel to a new city. And sometimes I wonder what might have been: In the late 1990s, I turned down two offers to cover the Kobe-Shaq Lakers for the Orange County Register.
And something else… earlier in the 1990s, while I was in Washington, D.C. in 1994, I interviewed for a job to cover Temple basketball and football for the Philadelphia Inquirer. At the end of the interview, the sports editor of the Inquirer at the time, Nancy Cooney, said, “I like you, but I think I’m going to hire this guy from New York who has a little more experience.”
I said, “OK. I understand. Who is the guy you are hiring?”
Cooney: “Stephen Smith from the New York Daily News.”
Years later, he’d be known as Stephen A. Smith of ESPN.
I was almost somebody.
I was working the night metro desk the night Barack Obama became president. And I once had the strangest conversation with Texas Governor Rick Perry.
I’ve been married once and divorced once. I’ve got three passions: In order, my son, Noah, whom I love more than life itself; running, with which I have a love-(kinda) hate relationship with; and red wine – Cabs, Syrahs, Zins, and lately, Malbecs.
So 5ksandcabernets is a blog about all that stuff and none of that stuff. Drink up.