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I have finally arrived in Stigler. I got my first piece of hate mail yesterday.

Some of the highlights: “Hey Yankee, dont even cover the Kinta Eagles until you see them play a game, a non conference game, like the quinton homecoming doesnt count”

“…crow about in the paper you jerk!”

“Dont even say well someone else wrote that story for me, shut the hell up! You are the sports editor and you are responsible for any stories written about sports in that sorry excuse for a newspaper.”

“Until then bite me.”

The rant, in its entirety, can be found in the “Comments” section of my blog entry “The first threat on my life.”

As my college friends know, I got hate mail like it was my job when I was the editor of my college newspaper. I also had endearing fans, but you remember the hate mail so much more. It’s so flattering, and it makes your head swell that much more.

Before I give props to my first hater in Oklahoma, I must give credit where credit is due. To the one, the only Ms. Jenna Hiles. Jenna was the legendary hater. Before we ever met, she ragged on me daily to her friends. She despised my writing, my ego, my paper personality. But then she began dating my former roommate and soon enough, my charm and boyish good looks won her over. She never stood a chance. Now, she’s my #1 fan, constantly singing my praises. She motivates me. No, rather, she inspires me.

And now she has competition. Well, Mr. “Angry at You!”, I appreciate your feedback. Perhaps one day my charm (though hopefully not my boyish good looks) will win you over. Until then, hate away. I will try to do a better job. If you want to help or if you know of people who can write Kinta game recaps (I have yet to find a writer who is willing to do it), email me at stephenAmurphy@gmail.com. You seem like a passionate person, and we definitely need some passion in our new sports section.

Until then, “bite me.”