I will surely get my Minnesota citizenship revoked for uttering this in public, but I must. I despise State Fair news coverage. HATE IT!
By my count, there were 13 articles in today’s two daily metro newspapers. Thirteen, people! Given that this is an event that changes about as much as the Darwin twine ball from year-to-year, might two be more than enough?
And don’t get me started about the local TV news. Not only will a huge portion of the news hole be crammed with repetitive, uninteresting Fair exposés, but, worse yet, every freakin’ segue will be punctuated with a stale joke about a) the reporters’ and anchors’ overeating and subsequent morbid obesity or b) something really, really funny on a stick. Memo to Don: Not particularly funny the first time. Spectacularly unfunny the 764th time.
And we still have a dozen more days of this! While the rest of you are having nice Labor Day barbeques, you’ll find me in the basement in a fetal position sucking my thumb.
Somehow, the Blackhawk helicopter crash, flood recovery efforts and bridge investigation did manage to squeeze into the narrow news hole remaining after we’re reminded where the bottomless glass of milk can be had this year. Unfortunately, so did Putin’s pecs and senior sex, so maybe this Fair overload isn’t truly squeezing out important news. But still, thirteen articles?
Yes, I’m a Grumpy Gus. Yes, I’m not “from here.” But the latter part of August is when the Cohen brothers could not possibly imagine just how Fargo we truly are.