I had a good time writing this story for Soapbox Media, an online Cincinnati-area magazine. I’ve always been fascinated with stand-up comedy, and there’s a relatively well-known comic in this area who I wanted to write about for the web site. The editor said that was fine, but he also wanted a broader take on the state of stand-up comedy in Cincinnati. I traveled with Josh Sneed, his girlfriend and his dog to one of his college gigs in Louisville and spent the entire evening with them. It was an interesting time – getting his take on the art of stand-up and what it’s like to be a comic on the road while discussing how strong or weak the Cincinnati scene is.
I knew I wanted to lede the story with him being on the road (driving to Louisville or eating for free at the tiny dining hall on campus or something like that). After thinking about a couple ideas – and discarding them because they were all kind of stupid – I decided to go with the comic listening to another stand-up’s comedy CD and going crazy over it. I thought the lede effectively blended Sneed’s sense of humor and his appreciation for the art form in general. At least, that was the point.
My favorite line, though, was this:
Now, he’s reaping the rewards. And as Todd Barry ends his set on the car stereo, Sneed looks in the backseat once again at his girl and his dog (one of whom is snoring rather loudly). He’s about to cross the Brent Spence Bridge into Cincinnati and is close to home after a fulfilling night’s work. He shifts his body frontward and looks through the windshield, content with his career and with his life.
And funny enough, the next time I saw Sneed and his girlfriend (perhaps inappropriately enough, at a funeral), that’s the first thing she mentioned.
(11:19 a.m.): Chris Goggin enters the Lindner Center in the morning, finds his way to the sixth floor, walks into his office and picks up the phone. Another day at the salt mine. Another day of punching the clock. Another day of trying to get the best game for the cheapest price.
Another day of lying the day away.
All for a good cause, though. When the UC basketball season ends in March, an entirely new season begins for coach Mick Cronin’s staff. A season of catching up on office work. A season of summer camps that allow the coaches to raise money, to teach the fundamentals to kids just happy to be in their presence and to get a first-hand look at a few potential recruits. A season of recruiting around the country. A season that’s not about preparing the team for the present, but a season that’s about preparing the program for the future.
Read the rest here.
(12:03 p.m.): Heard about this a couple days ago, but we waited until we got more info before saying anything.
Mike Woods, UC’s first consensus All-American who played from 1975-77, died last week at the age of 54.
“Great guy,” said Jim Kelly Jr., who played with him at UC for two years. “Absolutely wonderful personality. He lived in Cleveland and came in with a lot of talent. A good frame, but thin. He was one of those guys who worked his tail off and put on some nice weight that made him a speciman to look at. He turned out to be a phenomenal football player.”
Read the rest here.
I actually kind of forget I wrote this story for the NFL PA. I interviewed former Bengals OL Willie Anderson early last season, but before I could tap out this tome, Cincinnati released him and the Ravens signed him as a free agent. I still wrote the story (why waste my time interviewing a pretty interesting dude and then not writing about him, simply because he switched teams?), and many months later, it finally ran. The problem? Anderson has retired.
Covered the May 7 Reds-Brewers tilt. Game story.