Back to Jersey for my first non-Florida NFL road game

Until this Sunday afternoon, the only time I had seen the Jaguars play a football game outside of Jacksonville was the road trip I took to Tampa in 2007 to see them beat the Buccaneers. Oh, and if you ever get a chance to do a game at Raymond James Stadium, try the Bananas Foster ... to die for!

Once the 2010 NFL schedule came out, I had one road game pencilled in: November 28 at the New Meadowlands Stadium (now Met Life Stadium) against the New York Giants. It gave me a built-in excuse to escape northeastern Florida and come home for Thanksgiving.

And by Thanksgiving, the Jaguars were vying for a postseason spot at 6-4 and a contender for the AFC South crown. The Giants were 6-4 as well and also a playoff contender. Everything was perfect for a homecoming.

It was a long day before Thanksgiving, though. I had come into the Palatka Daily News building to do some work. I needed to be done by 4 p.m. so I had a fighting chance to get on an airplane. First, though, I had to travel from Palatka to Jacksonville to pick up the parking pass as well as press credential. Then I had to turn around after 5:30 p.m. in complete darkness now and head off to I-95 and down to I-4 and onto Orlando International Airport for a trip to Atlantic City International.

Throughout most of the trip, I made the mistake to listen to sports talk radio on Sirius XM. The whoooooole trip from Jax to O-town was about the terrible 8-7 start of the Miami Heat and new free agent signings LeBron James and Chris Bosh, who joined Dwyane Wade as this impenetrable and dynamic force.

Sports talk radio, aka Specialty Diarrhea of the Mouth.

Thankfully, I had enough to change the station to one of the other dozen stations I was listening to.

Hello, Seventies on 7!

I arrived at Orlando International sometime around 8:15 p.m., got shuttled from my car to the airport, and it didn't take more than 5 minutes -- I swear! -- to go through security before I could sit and relax before the flight. It was about 8:45 p.m. The flight was at 9:35 p.m. I was to arrive at around 11:35 p.m.

Boarded the plane and found out I was sitting near the back of the plane next to the father of a former Toms River South athlete who I really got to know in the early to mid 1990s when he worked at 7-Eleven on Route 37 named Bobby Batullo. Very nice man.

The flight was smooth and uneventful actually. Arrived at 11:30 p.m. and got picked up by my sister and her boyfriend not much longer after that and we were on our way back to my childhood home by 12:45 a.m. (there was a stop at Wawa for something to eat).

Little did I know this would be the last Thanksgiving dinner I would have with my parents while they were still alive. I was up there for almost a week. I had gone out to Applebee's at the Ocean County Mall the night before the game on that Saturday. I do not remember if any of my stories I did at the Observer from the 1998 Little League World Series venture of Toms River East American were still up on the wall, but I do remember trying to find them while I was there.

Anyway, the 28th arrived and I was to take my mother's Cadillac to the game. It wasn't until I got to the Garden State Parkway entrance at Exit 88 did I feel comfortable traveling in it. But once I got that car going toward East Rutherford, I was cruising.

Left at 10 a.m. and finally parked at 11:30 (traffic ... oh, the traffic!!). It was my first time ever in this stadium. At the old Giants Stadium, the only time I ever went there was for a Billy Joel-Elton John concert in July 1994. Never had I gone to the old stadium for a sporting event.

Yet, here I was walking toward this new stadium, going through security with press credentials around my neck heading into the stadium and finding my way upstairs to the press box, putting my stuff down next to fellow Jacksonville-based scribes. Found out Times-Union writer Vito Sterino came from Jersey like me. The little things you find out.

This would turn out to be the first of three trips to Met Life Stadium over the next eight years (I'd do a Jags-Jets game in 2017 and another Jags-Giants game in 2018). I ended up grabbing some rye bread and roast beef and turkey and making a sandwich before the game. Yeah ... try that option in Jacksonville!!

As for the game itself, the Jaguars held a 17-6 halftime lead and were looking good toward another victory. Then Eli Manning went to work at quarterback, hitting Brandon Jenkins and Kevin Boss for big completions berfore delivering a 26-yard TD pass to Mario Manningham. Ahmad Bradshaw's 2-point conversion to tie it at 17-all.

Josh Scobee would kick a 42-yard field goal to give the Jaguars the lead again, 20-17, but Manning and the Giants would respond and when Courtney Green could not wrap up Boss, the Giants' tight end was on his way to a 32-yard touchdown and the lead at 24-20 with 3:15 left.

The Jags had one more opportunity, but big David Garrard was sacked three times in the final drive and the final one forced a fumble that Antrel Rolle recovered to seal the Giants' victory.

The day itself was sunny, but cold. And I remember having to take an elevator down to the ground floor and walking through a tunnel way to get to where the Jaguars' locker room was located.

"Got to do it for 60 minutes," said Maurice Jones-Drew, who ran for 113 yards on this day. The loss dropped the Jaguars' record on the road to 2-3, a point emphasized by then-head coach Jack Del Rio.

"You need to put wins together and this was an opportunity today where many things transpired and we had a great opportunity to do just that and didn't get it done."

There were a number of straight-laced but sad-looking faces in the Jaguars' locker room. Little did we know that loss would lead to four setbacks in the final six games and keep the Jaguars from the postseason.

I made it back upstairs and I started writing this story. Now, I was in Jersey -- my old stomping grounds. And I remembered I was at the Meadowlands ... near the swampy areas of Jersey. Suddenly, a line came into my head that New Jersey's most famous modern-day poet wrote and wouldn't you know it ... INSPIRATION!

"Then came the second half. And to paraphrase favorite state on Bruce Springsteen's car in his classic, "Rosalita," the Jaguars' offense became a dud and was stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey."

This was why I get paid the big bucks in intelligence dollars since the real ones don't exist in my profession at all.

It was dark by the time I left to head back home to Toms River. I now pretty much had the next day and a half to myself. I met my friends Yanny, Double-V and Bobby G at an area eatery the next night on Route 37. By Tuesday morning, I was back on a plane and heading back to Orlando, thankful for the time I had there.

My first non-Florida NFL road trip was over, and a part of me wondered what it would be like to do this on a weekly basis. I was indifferent over it.

But I can say it was memorable.

The ecstasy and agony of a state football tournament victory ... for us

Not every story I tell is a glorious one.

Well, there ARE glorious stories I tell, but there's a lot of shit behind it that makes you wonder why a) I put up with what I do and b) I never got arrested for smashing people's heads in.

In my 21 years at the Palatka Daily News, only one county team has won a Florida High School Athletic Association state football playoff game (I'm stopping you now, Interlachen 2022 fans of that Sunshine State Athletic Association title ... it doesn't fit this category!).

It was this Friday night five years ago that my late boss, Andy Hall, and I were over at Wisnoski Field at Wiltcher Stadium covering Crescent City's state playoff football game between the Raiders and Fort Meade, which was coached by former Florida Gator Jemalle Cornelius. And here's the weird part: I COVERED Cornelius when he WAS Fort Meade's quarterback in a destruction of Marathon High in the FHSAA 1A semifinals in the Keys in 2000 when I worked down there as Citizen sports editor.

Crescent City had also played Fort Meade before when they were District 8-1A rivals, so I got to know Cornelius as a coach.

While Cornelius was a former Gator, Crescent City's head coach was a former Florida State Seminole -- the beloved and legendary Clarence "Pooh Bear" Williams. He was now in his second year as the Raiders' head coach and they were having a great campaign with an 8-2 regular-season mark.

In the restructured FHSAA football playoff system, Crescent City was the fourth seed compared to the fifth seeded Miners, so that meant they had to come all the way up from south Polk County to play this game against the Raiders on their field. Trust me when I say this: I don't wish that ride on anyone. It's three-plus hours on state highways and Interstate-4. It's far from a fun trip and win or lose, Fort Meade was not coming home from this game until sometime after 1 in the morning.

As far as the coverage of the game went, it was planned out that I would cover the football game and Andy would write the column. This was NOT our plan, by the way. This was the "scheme" of our editor, who shall remain nameless since he is the worst editor I ever worked for.

Because HE had a background as a former sports editor, HE thought he could run our sports department for the short time he was there. In all my years I've been in this business, I have never wanted to punch a news editor in the face more than this guy. It was seven days earlier on November 2, 2018, that I got called into his office and asked me why we didn't have pictures of Crescent City's regular-season finale, a dominant win at Newberry, in the paper. He didn't ask Andy ... he asked me. I guess he felt that I was more reasonable to deal with than my old-school boss.

"It rained," I started. "And I've got a deadline to meet and I'm trying to do the statistics and write a story. That's time consuming enough! Then you want me to find pictures with no guarantee that I might have a good picture. No! I'm not multi-tasking like that and beside, Andy told me I didn't have to take pictures."

"Well, he isn't in charge of that! I want you to take pictures! We're supposed to have a picture for every football game we cover in this paper!"

Now keep in mind -- this jackass thought it was a wonderful idea to work the one photographer we did have, Chris, into the ground, so much so that Chris quit. This was mere weeks earlier and there was no way in hell we were going to get another full-time photographer at that point. That was made clear by said-jackass.

"So let me see if I get this straight: If I'm covering a boys basketball game and I'm keeping statistics and what not and trying to do a A-class job, I'm supposed to take photos, too?"

"Yes."

"No! I ain't doing that shit because you're taking away from what I do best. You're going to ask me to do the impossible task of all those jobs in one? Absolutely not! If I have a guy who is going for a triple-double, I can guarantee you the young girls who are doing the statistics aren't going to be as thorough as I am."

He basically didn't give a shit about that explanation ... or my job for that matter. He was trying to appease a publisher who put clamps down on him so hard that he was willing to accept mediocrity instead of excellence, and I'll say that to my dying day.

It was in that conversation I just wanted to hit this guy. I've never felt that way about any immediate boss I ever had. He thought his way of doing our jobs was better and both Andy and I knew he was not good at all.

Anyway, back to this story: To do our jobs properly, Andy and I were going to concentrate on the game with me keeping the stats upstairs in the press box, him next to me and having conversations during the game. Our editor was going to be on the field taking pictures and doing a Facebook interview with coach Williams at halftime.

As long as he stayed out of our ways and let us do what we had to do, we were going to be OK.

So I remember before the game began, I'm up in the press box and the editor is already there killing time before he went on the field. Turns out we had to wait almost an hour before kickoff -- lightning was in the vacinity and no game kicks off until that distraction is out of the area. Ironically, the season began with a lightning delay on the same field in the preseason game. Great bookmarks, weather-wise.

And we waited. Meanwhile, the editor asked me to do an interview outside the press box on Facebook to talk about this game. I gave my keys as to what Crescent City had to do, the natural "control the game" and "not commit turnovers" and they would be successful.

By 7:30, the teams were allowed to come out and warm up again. Andy arrived before that and I told him of the delay, which drew a blank response because that meant we were going to miss the 1 a.m. deadline.

Reason No. 53 as to why I was hating this job.

The teams finally kick off and Crescent City grabs a 7-0 lead when all-everything quarterback Naykee Scott throws a touchdown in the back of the end zone of 25 yards to Bernard Wright III on the first possession of the game. Christian Lopez kicked the point after.

The Raiders' defense was doing the rest. The Raiders held Cornelius' Miners to just 57 yards in the first half. And quarterback Dearrick Howard was having a nightmare-like game, getting sacked six times by that relentless Raider D.

The Raiders added on to their score as Scott dodged and weaved Miners defenders for an 11-yard score to make it 14-0 with 5:32 left in the half. They had another chance to score before halftime, but running back Mario Miler fumbled inside the Miners' 10 and the Miners recovered at their 9. 

Our editor took pictures and got his interview with Williams and left. Andy and I had one more half of football to cover. Before this game, the Raiders and Palatka had combined to go 0-14 in the postseason since 2002, the last time a county team won a state tournament game in the sport.

That stop of Miler on the fumble gave the Miners some momemtum into the third quarter. Twice, Howard had his team in Crescent City territory. But Wright ended one drive with an interception in the end zone, then Howard was stopped on fourth and 5 at the Raider 25 after the Miners had picked off Scott in his own territory,

Those drives may have made a difference for the Miners -- and shown how snakebitten Crescent City ... Putnam County, really ... was these last 16 years in the postseason.

Finally early in the fourth quarter, the Miners finally found the end zone as Howard hit receiver Jonathon Berrien with an 8-yard scoring strike. But kicker Adam Reyes missed the extra point, making it 14-6. Still, the Miners were within one score of the Raiders in spite of all their offensive woes.

It was Scott playing the role of punter that kept any momentum going on the Fort Meade side. His second beauty of a punt -- a 37-yarder -- was downed at the Miners' 4-yard line late in the game. The Miners couldn't punt the ball away anymore. This was do or die for them. And after getting 1 whole yard on the drive, the Miners forfeited the ball back to the Raiders at the 5 on downs with 2:08 left,

Two plays later, Scott scored on a 2-yard run in which he was pushed with the help of his team rugby-style into the end zone. Scott ran the 2-point conversion in to make it 22-6 with 1:52 left.

It was over and the Miners knew it. One last offensive attempt failed and the Raiders and their fans celebrated their first state playoff win since 2000, a 22-6 triumph that had players beaming from ear to ear. Andy got his interview with defensive coordinator Wes Thompson, whose defense held the Miners to 100 total yards. He left to go back to the offense and do his column.

I stuck around for a bit to hang out in the Raiders' football building and locker room, interviewing both Williams and Scott. I remember Scott telling me he never had dreams of being a quarterback. He was more than happy to play defense. But three years after I saw his debut at quarterback under dirress and difficult circumstances in Pahokee, he had helped make history for his team ... and Putnam County.

As for Williams, he was not just satisfied with the win. 

"We want to win a state championnship," he said. "When you're confident in what you're doing, you think about winning a state title. We are excited not because we won, but we keep going."

I said my goodbyes to the coaching staff, left the building and headed back up US-17 to Palatka and back to the Daily News headquarters. My boss was still writing his column, but close to finishing it, and my editor was sitting diagonally from where I sit trying to put together the "photo" page from this game.

He had dumped his photos into our sports photo folder. Andy got done writing his column and I was working on my boxscore/summary and then story when he called me over.

Andy had seen the pictures and he turned his head away from me, trying not to laugh as I looked at the photos our boss gave us.

They were awful. No, no, no ... they were f*cking awful. The backs of heads, coach Williams reacting to a play but you don't see his face and stupid pictures -- I do mean stupid -- of players lining up before the ball is snapped. It was complete amateur hour stuff.

I've said it before and I'll say it to my dying day: Any idiot can take a point-and-shoot picture, but you need some talent to actually take clear action shots!

I did my best not to say anything or react. I went back to writing my story and doing the boxscore. I was done around 12:10 in the morning (I had gotten back to the paper just after 11 p.m.). I still had a scoreboard page to put together, and Andy still had the rest of the sports section to do. He found the one action picture that worked ... even if it was a bit blurry.

So we're trying to finish the paper out and get it to print by 1 in the morning on Friday football nights ... our deadline. It's 12:45 and we finish up. That's when Mr. "I Know It All" Editor speaks up.

"How many of my pictures did you use? He needed an idea of what Andy did so he could really go full out with the photo page.

Andy answered in only the way Andy could:

"Just one."

"One?! That's it? Why did I work so hard to get pictures for this game? I do think we should use more than one!"

And now, here's the moment I will always remember when the affable, funny, charming Andy Hall completely lost it for one moment:

"Fine! I'll f*ckin' re-invent the wheel!!"

And so to appease him, he put a mediocre picture of the two teams lining up before a play on the jump page, which meant whatever extra agate I had gotten done had to be taken out, not that I was going to lose sleep over it at all. We got done, but we were now 10 minutes late.

Our boss was still working on that "photo page," which featured some really terrible pictures on it. I'm not lying by any means there. Once he said he'd post the e-edition online, something either Andy or I did normally, we posted the local sports stories on Facebook and our website and left.

That was it. On a night where we saw a Putnam County team win a state tourament football game, both he and I had gone through this torturous evening with a clueless boss who thought his way was the best way.

Three days later, I'm back at work. And the first thing I see is a memo from our publisher to tell us that our editor was no longer employed by the paper. Either he quit out of disgust or got fired. Turns out it was the latter from my sources.

We didn't have to have this overbearing human being run our sports department ever again. But Andy and I decided we would double cover Crescent City's next state playoff game against Hawthorne ... same scenario where I wrote the story and he wrote the column.

The Raiders lost that game, 50-27, but that's another story considering I got threatened before that game by one of Hawthorne's coaches. Oh, it's a doozy and showed me that people do read what I write, even if it hurts their feelings a little.

As I said before, not every story I tell is a glorious one. But at times, it has a happy ending.