Kirby Puckett Dies at Age 45
It's the top story at noon, five, six and ten: Kirby Puckett died last night from a stroke he suffered Sunday afternoon. Every place I look around the newsroom, someone is researching facts, double-checking them, hunting down interviews, and disecting every possible angle of Mr. Puckett's life to cover in the news. Every angle, that is, except one. It seems as though everybody has either forgotten about or is scared of mentioning Kirby's Puckett's soiled reputation.
Now I'm not trying to be the righteous right hand of God or even distract from the legend of this hall-of-famer. Certainly he was a great athlete, a talented man who did a lot of good for a lot of people, including the state of Minnesota. I just scratch my head at why none of the news coverage includes more articles like these.
"But Audra," you say, "YOU'RE the media and you didn't mention any of that on YOUR show today!"
Guess what - I was overpowered by my superiors. They told me to leave out that stuff - that the viewers get upset when they hear it.
Like I said, not trying to be a party pooper; I just wish that the media's internal editorial thought process would be tempered with something other than sentimental, hero-worshiping amnesia.