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Well I'll jettison my really silly question and just tell a story then. Today, about 4 hours ago, I was in a press box for the very first time, with a press pass for the very first time, to cover baseball for the very first time - Rice University's home opener against Texas State. Got up there, thinking, "Is anybody going to stop me? Am I really allowed to do this?" - like the kid in the candy shop - got up there, a very nice gentleman pointed out where the scorecards were, offered some free Chik-Fil-A, and gave me a seat in front of the bank of windows. So I sat down, looked out over the field - covered in tarp, because it was raining (the game got rained out) - looked down at my scorecard and laptop, looked around at the veteran reporters, some of them students from Texas State and some of them decades older than I, even a man in his 60s with a Rice jacket - and thought ... what am I doing here? What do I do now???It was a ton of fun, just the feeling of sitting there being some place where I felt I didn't deserve to be. Sad that the game was canceled ... but on the other hand, I hadn't quite figured out how to fill out the scorecard yet!
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