Randy McRoberts
So, maybe you’ve read a story or someone else’s column in this paper about the impending move of newsroom and advertising operations?
Or, maybe you haven’t and this is the first you’re hearing, or should I say reading, about it.
Yes, I — we — are moving. The move could have taken place last weekend, but it didn’t and it’s now on for this weekend. If it’s a fact, this will be the last column typed from my current space here on Hays Street.
When I started this sports writing business, I joined in with two former Aegis sports writers.
In a matter of years, the pair left and the trickle of sports writers who have come and gone are interesting to say the least.
Kelly McClaren was the first in a line of many and she was the only past co-worker that I was pictured in a newspaper ad with. “Randy and Kelly know the score!”
Kelly was pleasant and fun to work with and as I learned, it was right to have a female in the sports department.
Maybe my most memorable co-worker over the past 20 years was Tricia Granata. She was bubbly, funny and just a good friend as a well as a good worker. She brought a new view into the sports department with her columns.
There was Cheryl “The Pearl” McCullough, who was a bit more serious than some others but a real pleasure to work with.
Pam Halligan was yet another female who I worked with over the years. Pam was probably the shyest of all my co-workers, but I’m happy to say she’s doing well in the physical therapy field and obviously a lot more outgoing.
Tom Eberwein came to us when The Aegis made the move to go twice a week.
Tom hit the doors running, all the way from Hawaii, if I remember right, and helped make our sports a very successful twice-a-week operation.
There was Brent Baldwin. Yes people, the same “Big Brent Baldwin from Baltimore” that teaches your children right over there at Fallston High School.
Brent put in some good time here and messed up a vehicle in the process. Thankfully, he wasn’t seriously hurt.
Without a doubt, the funniest dude or dudette that I ever worked with was Clint Lingenfelder. Like all young people in a job interview, Clint was calm and cool. It didn’t take him long to get comfortable though. Clint’s “Goat Boy” impression is killer.
Soon, his sidekick, Kevin Connor, joined us. What a pair.
The games, or assaults, they created in the basement were unreal and also too funny.
Their weekly press conference to announce their NASCAR driver of the week for my pool was classic and unforgettable.
For the last few years it’s been Dewey Fox and myself and it will be us two who will make the move next week.
Like I said about our other co-workers who left us in December: change can also be good.
Where I’ll be, there is a window in the office. I lost my window here many years ago.
There are steps to the second floor, which is where we will be located. There’s an elevator, but the steps are welcome exercise.
To my knowledge, there are no vending machines, which means I can save my change and help my health. I guess I’ll have to get my last Code Red Mountain Dew this week.
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