Saying goodbye to a great newspaper

As it happens, certain transactions are allowed during the NFL lockout.

This is my final blog for The Santa Rosa Press Democrat. I will resurface at another publication in the near future.

How did this happen? Good question. I began this beat about 10 months ago — a few days before the season opener in Seattle — and my head was spinning. How do I re-tweet? Parys Harlason or Parys Harralson? What, exactly, just happened on that fourth-down pass to Moran Norris? Latte orders in the press box!? Wait, Paris Harelson?

And on and on.

Thankfully, my employer wasn’t riddled with so many questions. The Press Democrat gave me the opportunity to cover the 49ers and I’m indebted to the decision-makers for having faith in me. It was a bit of a leap to entrust this beat to a rookie following in the footsteps of big-timers such as Mike Silver (Sports Illustrated, Yahoo!), Mark Fainaru-Wada (ESPN), Brian Murphy (KNBR), Kevin Lynch (San Francisco Chronicle) and Matt Maiocco (CSN Bay Area).

The Press Democrat, clearly, has a rich history, and not just when it comes to covering the 49ers. I’ve been fortunate to work here since 2006 while learning from a newsroom stuffed with talented — and hilarious — colleagues and friends.

On the theme of gratitude, thank you to those who have read and/or contributed to this blog during the past season and beyond. You welcomed me into a neighborhood created by Master Blogger Maiocco in 2006 and have been kind, supportive and completely obsessed with Alex Smith. The comments on sports blogs aren’t generally known for their literacy levels, but the discourse here has typically been elevated, civil and grammatically correct – “I” before “E,” except after “Z” (Zeigler, Dominique).

By the way, this blog will continue, so there’s no need to pack up your encyclopedic knowledge of the Ted linebacker position and leave.

As for me, hopefully this isn’t goodbye, but it’s see you in the future.

And, hopefully, we’ll be discussing the impending start of football — on the field — when we meet again.

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