A little housekeeping around The Mirror this week.
Many months ago, I described The Mirror as a baby -- something that needed nurturing from the community. Well, last week the baby wasn't feeling well.
And like a proud father, I spent most of my Thursday cleaning up.
It started simple enough. I walked into the office Thursday and asked the same question I ask every Thursday, "How's it look?"
Usually, the answer ranges from "fine" to "good" to the occasional "great." This was not one of those times.
The answer was: "You don't want to know."
I took that to mean I didn't want to know, so I didn't ask. The guys meant it as, "Brace yourself. We are in for an out-of-newspaper experience."
First up was Manna "milstone." Yes, milstone in place of milestone.
Then came Page 2B, where we allowed readers to remember when Georgia was in a bowl game and Lucy Adams was handing out New Year's resolution advice.
But we are back at it again this week. Hopefully the pages will be right, most of the words will be spelled correctly and you'll continue to like what you see in The Mirror. Even if you've seen it in there a couple of times before.
This is one of my favorite times of the year.
I grew up playing baseball, spending afternoon after afternoon standing in my front yard, bouncing a tennis ball off my parents' front steps. I would play full games, complete with imaginary runners, homeruns and outs.
The days I wasn't in front of the house, I could usually be found on one of the fields at Pitts Street or Sweetwater. We even used the field at Thomson Elementary when space was short elsewhere.
So much has changed in the last 15 or so years. Sweetwater has more than doubled in size. Thomson High now has a field of its own. There are even a couple of traveling all-star teams in the area.
But -- as the old clichÈ goes -- the more things change the more they stay the same.
I spent some time with both the Thomson High and Briarwood varsity baseball teams in the last two weeks, and it's great to see America's pastime in its purest form. No overpaid babies. No contract negotiations. No heart-breaking trades. No steroids.
It's just a bunch of guys out to have fun in the dirt. There are a few things I miss from growing up. That's one of them.
On a final note, I can't let Gene Walker's column on our sports page pass without comment.
As much as I'd like to deny the charges therein, I can't. He's right. I was -- and still am -- a wrestling fan. Been that way for years.
But I still try not to watch NASCAR, unless my wife steers control of the remote. Then it's left turns only for a couple of hours.