My name is Chris Murphy or, as I’ve been known since third-grade basketball by all human beings outside of my family, Murph. I will be your new Sports Editor.
I’m a 25-year-old from the south side of Chicago and a graduate from the University of Illinois with a degree in journalism, so there’s a good chance I hate every team you cheer for, except the University of Minnesota, which I just recently learned does in fact have athletics.
Who I cheer for, or, better yet, what I think, doesn’t matter. What does matter is my belief in journalism. It is something I don’t take lightly. I’m in love with the ideal that people deserve to be informed and have an obsession for being the one to pass on the information. It is a belief I would die for.
Go to blogs — where the loudest writing is dubbed the best — for graffiti disguised as news or watch as attention-grabbing know-it-alls, dolled up in makeup like actors and actresses, try to speak over one another in a quest to tell you how to think on Fox News or MSNBC.
Come to newspapers for information, stories that will shock you, move you, make you laugh and bring you to tears.
Sports journalism is no different. Every field, team, athlete, coach and locker room has a story, and it is my job to bring those stories to you.
I have loved sports ever since I brought a deck of baseball cards to show-and-tell in kindergarten when I was 5 years old. For the last 2½ years, I’ve combined my love of sports with my obsession of bringing people stories, covering sports for the Chicago Sun-Times Media Company at a wage no human being could live on, but earning experience no amount of money could equal.
I’ve moved more than 500 miles from the most important woman in my life (my mom), along with the most important people in my life (my family and friends), and suffered a casualty of one of my best friends of the last 13 years (my acoustic guitar) on the ride here because I believe in journalism.
I’ve brought a combination of my two obsessions to you, Worthington. What do you have for me?
Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns, information or hatemail at email@example.com. If you’re looking for me, I’ll be the tall guy who can’t take my eye off the beauty of Lake Okabena because I’m used to nature being surrounded by humongous buildings and thousands of tourists. I’ll also probably be that guy that drives like a (fill in expletive here) from the city.
Your Sports Editor
P.S. Nick Punto was and is a disgrace to baseball, Kevin Garnett was and is one of the softest big men of all time, the Timberwolves and the Vikings are useless outside of having Kevin Love and Adrian Peterson on my fantasy teams, the Blackhawks are better than the Wild and the closest thing you’ll come to enjoying a World Series as a Minnesota Twins fan this century is watching my 2005 Chicago White Sox World Series DVD.
Let the hate mail begin.