I was working.
Reed hosted Carson Friday night in the biggest game to date for the Raiders and they played like it, steamrolling the Senators 64-26 and sending a statement to the entire region. The Raiders are for real.
Wrapped in my Under Armor, fleece, hoodie and North Face, I was on the sidelines, watching Reed clown on Carson. After the game I went straight to my apartment to write the story on the game and the story on the Spanish Springs-Douglas football game and the story on the Sparks-Truckee football game as well as the story on the Reed boys and girls soccer games at Manogue.
It was a busy Friday night. It was a typical Friday night.
As a sports reporter I have surrendered a few privileges, weekends being one of them. Later that day, my hometown University of Washington Huskies hosted Arizona on national television in the Pac-12 opener. Typically that would be a game I would glue my shorts to the couch for, not Saturday though.
I watched Washington’s opening drive before I hopped in my car and drove over to Mackay Stadium to cover Nevada’s wild, weird and extremely fortunate, 45-42 win over Air Force. Let it be noted, I showed up 15 minutes before kickoff and all the pizza in the press box had already been eaten, the cherry on top. I walked out of Mackay Stadium Saturday night at 10:30 p.m. What is a weekend anyway?
Sure I was locked into the game but I would by lying if I said I wasn’t following my Huskies still. Those of you who follow me on Twitter would know that.
Speaking of Twitter, what’s going on here? Dan Eckles (@SparksSportsGuy) has twice the followers I do (@Trib_Shoup). If that’s not proof the world isn’t fair, I don’t know what is.
But sitting at the press conference, waiting for Nevada coach Brian Polian to come speak to us pesky media, I saw a fan walk up to the door outside the room and take a picture. That fan was trying to capture a moment, a scene that I was actively participating in.
While it is easy to get caught up in the fact that I lose my weekend nights in the fall and sometimes I miss out on free pizza, I get to be a sports writer.
I have watched sports my entire life and now I get paid millions of dollars to do it. Well, I get paid enough to pay for rent and NFL Sunday Ticket and that’s plenty enough for me.
When you are hanging out with friends Friday night or enjoying the cool side of your pillow, or combining the two (who am I to judge?) I will be the guy sitting in front of my laptop on Microsoft Word eating hot dogs and tater tots.
When I’m asked why I cannot come out, I will say I’m working, but it doesn’t necessarily feel like it.
I watch sports for a living. I cannot complain.
Nathan Shoup is a Sparks Tribune sports reporter. He be reached via email at: nshoup@DailySparksTribune.com