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Sports reporters on this app keep watching colleagues die too soon and can’t log off and process the state of things because everyone is convinced they’re just one missed traffic goal away from getting furloughed even though a few of the colleagues that already did look happier
and so they stay grinding, covering leagues they aren’t sure should even be in competition because their bills need paid. For the ones that have a full house, there is struggle. For those without immediate community, a different struggle.
And to promote their work, they don social media avatars and wade into engagement with a wary public, whom now extend monolithic views of the media, and its inherent evils and nefarious ways, to the profession of relaying and analyzing information about games that children play.
And it’s a cool job, because sports are cool. But the sports reporters made the cool thing their job, and so it’s still a job. So the cool thing that brings much needed catharsis in times such as these isn’t a source of catharsis at all.
The catharsis for the sports reporter (within the lack of catharsis) is the colleagues and interactive correspondence with the source of their coverage. But now, engaging in those very tenets of your job might get someone killed, and that’s some heavy shit to carry into each day
anyway, I’m not saying give pity or anything, I’m just saying some of the folks in this business might be struggling a bit right now, like everyone is, and some understanding never hurt anybody. Be good to each other.
