Those of you who have read my blog here for the last several years know that I usually promote myself; however, tonight, I feel obliged to write about my boy, Mr. Seth Ephraim Burton.
The L.A. Clippers are playing the Sacramento Kings tonight, and despite the close score that has held my interest all night, most people would overlook the game. But any Robinson Ram alumni or James Madison University graduate should take notice: one of our own is sitting court-side, documenting the game and lending prestige to all those who follow in Mr. Burton’s footsteps.
Though he is way too proud to admit it, Seth has paid his dues when it comes to his arduous career in sports media. From Brownsville, Texas to Winchester, Virginia, to San Jose, California, the geographic location has mattered less to Seth. When it comes to reporting sports, he is the quintessential journalist.
Of course, I am biased. After all, I believe I, as sports co-editor of the high school newspaper, invited him to join me in attending the Washington Bullets’ open-night program for young and upcoming sports journalists in the D.C. area. My memory may fail me, as it does too often these days, but I believe the opportunity allowed us to hear Wes Unseld provide a pregame report. I also remember the great Michael Wilbon talking to us young wannabes, but again, my memory tends to create stories where they never existed. Seth???
Anyway, here’s to Mr. Burton. The man has not exactly “made it;” but after years of pursuing the dream that he and I had discussed many a-times while perusing the sports section of the Washington Post prior to heading outside to play ball on one of the nearby blacktops in Burke, VA, Seth is closer than you and I will ever be to attaining his dreams.
And it’s wake-up-time, time to open-up-your-minds, and rise-and-shine!
