Nick Nunn

Nick Nunn

By Nick Nunn

I remember saying to myself a year ago when I applied for this job that I’d never get it.

After all, I don’t have a background in journalism, I had never written for a living, and – as anyone in my family will tell you – I don’t know that much about sports.

Oops. The cat is out of the bag.

But I cleaned up a couple of the shorter papers that I had written in college, and I sat down to watch a Braves game, so I could try my hand at writing a sports piece to send in with the application.

The Braves gave me a good one. They beat the Phillies 12-6 .

I wonder what would have been different if they lost…

Anyway, Kathryn Schiliro, managing editor (if you don’t already know), told me to come in for an interview, and I showed up at 235 S. Main Street bright and early, just before they unlocked the doors.

I don’t remember too much about the interview, other than Patrick quickly reminding me that I had no experience with either journalism or sports.

That made me feel good.

But he was willing to give me a try, and he decided to send me out to the Bulldogs’ scrimmage game in Jefferson, which took place that very evening, Aug. 16, 2012.

I accepted the assignment gratefully, received a printed roster from Kathryn, and went on my way, knowing no more about how to do the job than I did when I walked through the door.

At home, I enlisted my father, Keith Nunn, to ride to the game with me and make sure that I was able to put the moves on the field onto the page.

In Jefferson, I took notes on every single play that took place – a habit I still haven’t felt comfortable enough to break – and made a pitiful attempt to interview Coach Bill Malone after the game.

Coach Malone, who keeps an open time on Monday afternoon for questions from the press, later told Patrick to inform me that immediately after the game was not the time to talk to him.

Anxious to get everything on the page, I went right home and started to work on the draft.

Suffice it to say that the version that I settled on was not the version that got printed the next week: I needed quite a bit of work.

But the paper stuck with me, and I with it.

It has been a fun, frustrating, unsettling and, ultimately, rewarding year.

I’ve dealt with the elements and the changing seasons: soaked at soccer, benumbed at baseball, sunburned at softball, frozen at football, and so on.

With changing responsibilities and expectations, I have not always lived up to my own standards, but I constantly remind myself that each word I type alone in my little office isn’t for my eyes only; they will have to stand up to scrutiny by each and every reader that picks up an edition.

Thank you for having me and putting up with my errors and my idiosyncrasies.

See you again next week.