2.27.2007

Oh, No, They Didn't!


Tomorrow's Messenger will have a Page Two story about Wise County runners who finished the the Cowtown Marathon and Half Marathon. Despite my blazing finish of 2:03.04 in the Half Marathon (which still has people talking), my name will be shockingly omitted from the story.

I haven't been so humiliated since I got stuck in a Porto-Potty at the Wise County Youth Fair as a middle schooler.

I have been slighted. I hold grudges.

Roy and Skip, what have I done to forsaken you?

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

No shit, Barry. That is just wrong. How dare them!

Anonymous said...

Maybe you should have used a Wise County address instead of Fort Worth.

Anonymous said...

At least they didn't accuse you of driving intoxicated and getting in a gun battle with the cops in the parking lot of the hospital.

Anonymous said...

Maybe they are saving a special section just for YOUR story!!.....................
Well, maybe not, but I hope that made you feel better.

Anonymous said...

I think they have something against the liberal obviously. Let's stage a sit in.

mzchief said...

To Barry...
STOP acting like such a big baby and taking the omission as a PERSONAL slight. You know just as well as EVERYONE else that this is standard operating procedure for The Mess. They report ONLY the news they WANT the public to know.

Incidentally, didn't you put Fort Worth as your residence?
*;)

Anonymous said...

"What have I done to forsaken you?"

??????????????????????????????????

Anonymous said...

Messenger Stories incomplete or inaccurate ----- wow, that soooo surprises me!

Anonymous said...

Take heart Barry - they are likely saving you for a really big story. I can see the headlines now......"LOCAL ATTORNEY SUFFERS BURNING THIGHS IN COWTOWN MARATHON"......

:-D

Anonymous said...

I hate that damn paper.

Anonymous said...

I thought it was ironic that most of the runners listed from the county were from towns (Boyd,Chico, Alvord,Rhome,Newark) that tend to get picked on heavily by the folks posting on this blog. I really thought all the folks from these towns could only be fat, redneck drunks who wouldn't dream of running 26 miles unless there was some sort of zany bet that involved a greased pig and mug wrestling contest.