Scoop. Scoop Matlock here.
I've been working at this rinky-dinky newspaper for ten years now into a six month gig.
I don't know why I'm still here. Apathy, I guess. Or maybe just waiting for a big story to break.
This place is so low on the news totem-pole that their idea of a big story is a dog sitting on the porch of a general store eating licorice.
I'm never going to win a Pulitzer Prize for investigative journalism working at this rag but I just keep wishing.
And you know what? Sometimes wishes do come true because this week a vicious crime wave hit our town. It hit us hard.
I stayed up all night writing the perfect headline to be certain that my story would be picked up by the Associated Press. Each word was finely honed to ensure my nomination for the prestigious Pulitzer nomination.
My editor held the presses and I turned my finely-oiled lead story in just as dawn broke.
Yea. It's a rinky-dink paper all tight.
The part-time proofreader must have been attending his English as a second language class. Now my chance of winning anything except a booby prize is shot. When I picked up the first copy of the issue hot off the press, there was my headline blaring away in 48 pt. Helvetica Bold.
CRIME WAVE SAYS HELLO TO MUDVILLE!
And, BTW, I heard that groan.
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