Temporarily derailed by dessert

This is me speed blogging, so let’s see how it goes.

Yesterday was a day out of the newsroom, which was a very welcome change. We started the day talking to sports reporter Bob Herzog, who had photos and anecdotes and advice to share with us. Though I’m not looking to become a sports writer, what he said had universal applications, and besides, I’m always up for a good anecdote, no matter the subject.

Herzog then came with us to visit Newsday’s working newsroom. We were able to watch real journalists at work, and in addition to those who actually sat in front of us, it was impossible not to think of all of those journalists who came before them, as the building seemed to radiate historical value.

After Newsday, we continued on to a Long Island Ducks game, where we tried our hand at impromptu interviews, coming up with a story at the game and then approaching random fans to interview. The experience was not as boring or as unpleasant as I had thought. In fact, I kind of liked it.

The first few interviews were slightly awkward, but by the end of the night, things were going considerably smoother. Most people were more than willing to talk to us, and as we became more comfortable interviewing, we were better able to make those we interviewed more comfortable.

I did encounter some trouble last night, and in a form I never expected: ice cream. Ice cream is supposed to be enjoyable, a summer treat, if you will, but last night, it was working against me. My ice cream melted so fast I could not control it. By the time I finally got the dripping mess under control, the fingers of my right hand were sticking together, I had sprinkles in my shoes, and I was thoroughly displeased. I don’t care how much it costs. I would rather get a manageable amount of ice cream that is easy to eat than a boatload of it that lands mainly on the pavement. But I don’t know. Maybe that’s just me.

Don’t worry about me though. I eventually conquered that ice cream and was only temporarily inconvenienced.

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