Reader Kristine, my friend from Boston whom I met this summer, dared me to wear a Red Sox hat all week if my Twins lost to the Yankees. Well, the Twins lost. So, Kristine, here ya go, me just before leaving for quarter-wing night/$2 Busch Light at the bar last night:
Makes me sick to sell out my boys like that. Whoring it up because some girl from Boston dared me to do something, well, it happens. More than once. And that's all the further this discussion will go.
After posting this I was informed by a friend back home in Fort Dodge that this is not the first time a girl has dared me into selling out the Twins. I had forgotten all about this one until you reminded me.
Back in 1996, I went to Iowa Central Community College for a year to get my grades up so I could get in to a good school, ultimately Creighton. While I was there I was Executive Editor of the school newspaper, a full-scholarship position (read: free school!) just like an athlete. And just like many scholarship athletes I abused my position. Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely, and all.
Anyway, I was dating one of the reporters. I won't get into the specifics here. But I did have a private office.
During the '96 playoffs, the Seattle Mariners were playing the Yankees. (are you seeing a trend here?) She bet me that if the Mariners knocked off the Yanks, I had to wear a Ken Griffey Mariners jersey for my official Editor photo (the one that would appear next to my column, and hang in the offices forever alongside the other editors). And if the hated Yankees won? Well, you know, something not entirely related to clothing. So of course Seattle pulls off one of the biggest upsets of the '90s and beats New York. The result:
Incidentally, how about a round of applause for that zero pica of white space in between the graphic and the body copy? Oh, and keep applauding for the two-tone text too. Bravo!
Shut up, Professor Voss. If we all started out as good designers, we wouldn't have to go to school. I simply left myself room to improve. More than other folks, maybe, but still. My God, that is bad. Talk about perpetuating the stereotype. I don't know what that means, but one of the judges of the AIGA Nebraska show said it this weekend, and it sounds smart, so I'll go with it. When in Rome...