Sometimes you just get it wrong

I made a mistake.  These are words I do not enjoy typing.  I wish I could say I have never had to type them before.  I also wish that I could type I will never have it happen again.  I cannot on both accounts.

On Thursday, I pulled a story from the AP wire.  I trust the AP wire because for the most part the journalists work very hard to keep away from the sensationalism riddling our industry and most of their stories are devoid of opinion.  So, the mistake that happened is of my own doing not anyone else’s. 

At the end of the wire story it contained a link to a story about a bull riding accident in Texas.  This story immediately grabbed my attention because Helotes just hosted the Bull Blowout.  The bull riders make the sport seem easy, and the bullfighters (term used now to describe the rodeo cowboy) perform heroic deeds to keep all athletes (two-legged, and four-legged) safe in the ring. Sometimes it is easy to forget how very dangerous the sport can be 2,000-pound athlete versus a 130-pound rider.  So, I pulled the story and did not read closely.  The story in question happened in 1987.  I first learned of this mistake when a former rodeo cowboy said “hey, I know of this accident but James it wasn’t Wednesday but 1987.)  So, I did what I should have done first.  I researched and pull up additional information, and yes 1987.  Not Wednesday.

I could immediately pull the links from social media and I did from the middle of a stadium.  I intended to pull the story from the website, but as one becomes busy items slide from the front of your brain to the back of your brain.  I have corrected that oversite this morning as well.

I can also say it is poetic justice.  I attended a career day Thursday and lamented that our industry in navigating the 24-hour news cycle allows speed to override our obligations to research and verify the story causing numerous corrections or additions to the story, and that we try to prevent this from happening here.  “Pride goeth before the fall.”—I should have taken a moment to examine and to even read more carefully but I too allow speed to dictate my actions.  A lesson learned. 

So please forgive my mistake.  I regret any confusion or inconvenience I may have caused.

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