My Sun Years, A Summary Act

Plenty has been written about the demise of newspapers. I’m not going to detail the industry’s downfall or the business behind MediaNews Co. gutting more than five local Southern California dailies that, in some cases, have histories dating more than 100 years. But I will share my thoughts on my time at one SoCal daily owned by current AP Chairman Dean Singleton, and my reasoning behind the decision to flat-out quit before things got really ugly.

I worked at The Sun newspaper in San Bernardino (Ca.) beginning April 2000. I was hired by a long-time Sports Editor to work as a News Assistant in the sports department. I answered phones (Hello? Prep badminton? OK.) and performed other tasks essential to the day-to-day operations (So you want two beef and bean burritos, no sauce, from Del Taco?).

I was also given the opportunity to write a ton. I covered preps and local colleges and by 2003 was the Motor Racing Columnist and had two or three bylines a week. I covered four NASCAR weekends and a slew of other racing forms at California Speedway in Fontana (Ca.), conducted one-on-one interviews and wrote feature articles and columns about Dale Earnhardt Jr., Sam Hornish Jr., Helio Castroneves, Jeremy McGrath and many others. I also covered the local dirt tracks and made a decent local connection and earned a surprising following.

After several years of working full-time hours in these conditions for part-time pay, I eventually was promoted to Copy Editor, a full-time position, in 2005. By 2006, only two people had worked in the sports department longer, the Sports Editor who hired me and the Asst. Sports Editor who trained me. Though others had been hired to fill in spots around me, I made the most of any seniority and got away with many, many, I’ll write, youthful indiscretions. 

I moved to paginating sports pages five nights a week when we merged with another MediaNews Co. daily in the same region. My gig as a columnist went by the wayside because, well, one paper doesn’t need two motor racing columns. That would be silly. Turns out the other daily had a writer who had been covering motor racing in San Bernardino County since before I was born. So that was the end of that.

The sports desk morphed some during that time and I assumed a role on the sports desk. I made the most of that too, and by late 2006 I was in charge of producing the sports section two or three nights a week.  

Then all hell broke loose in mid-2007 when rumors began to circulate about imminent moves/layoffs and Sun staffers scattered to find a hole to crawl into. The decision came from above to move the sports department to the offices of a third MediaNews Co. daily some 40 miles away. For safety’s sake, if nothing else, I made my own move and transferred to The Sun’s news desk around July 4, where I could probably have stayed until at least the Leap Day Massacre (more than 10 long-time staffers were fired on Feb. 29, 2008).

I’m now thinking I had an epiphany or moment of clarity because I decided to walk out the day before my 28th birthday, on Nov. 18, 2007. That’s the day I realized, while staring at the clock on my PC’s screen, that my career at The Sun was coming to the end and that I’d rather stick it to them than be told that today is my last day.

So I walked up to the News Editor and asked to speak privately. I proceeded to explain about how I appreciated the opportunity, yadda, yadda, but the job no longer appealed to me. She was stunned. “Are you gonna work the two weeks?” she asked. “No,” I said calmly. “I’m going home.” I left them with more than 12 pages to paginate that night. Makes me chuckle even still.

Besides, working on a MediaNews Co. news desk was an exercise in constant self-deprecation. And believe me, I came in with boatloads of stamina. I’m a relentless hard-worker and I was gonna blow them away with my stamina. But they beat me down. Nothing about that scenario, in that newsroom in San Bernardino, is positive. From faux-leadership to tactless treatment of employees, The Sun was a place where hopes of advancing in journalism die.

But I’m no longer very bitter. I had a good run. I treated every story with the attention it deserved. I met some seriously great people and I worked for others who were surprisingly easy to despise then forget — just like any other job, I suppose.

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2 responses to “My Sun Years, A Summary Act

  1. MARIO

    TYPICAL POPE. ALWAYS TRYING TO STICK IT TO THE MAN. WILL YOU EVER LEARN. HOPEFULLY YOU FIND THE JOB YOU”VE ALWAYS WANTED, LOCAL BREWER FOR MGD…..

  2. Pogue Mahone

    We had some fun in the early 2000s at the old building … with the old staff and the agateers. It was a lot of work, but fulfilling in a way. Ironic that after waiting 5-6 years to move into a new building, the sports staffers got jettisoned to Ontario, which was dreary at best. Well, we still have our memories of Twinkies on friday night and Around the County and Sandra Guidi and her Colton badminton results.

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