Ah, I love when people who have no idea what they're talking about post stuff like this. Being a beat writer is not eating $50 meals, staying at the Hyatt in every city, going to clubs and getting autographs from all your favorite stars. You want to know what it really is? Being berated by players and coaches who hate you for doing your job, tearing down PR wall after PR wall to get three minutes with the star player who A) Usually can't sand you B)Doesn't have anything interesting to say, and C) is a jerk. And if Prince Fielder wakes up cranky and doesn't want to talk to you, guess who pays for it? You, when your six-figure salaried editor complains that you're not getting the scoop. What's more, having to deal with fans, some of whom will e-mail you 3-4 times a day and then harass you at the stadium and threaten to kill you in the parking lot because you wrote FACTS about their favorite player struggling - no, I'm not exaggerating. Due to the current state of that industry, (yes I know the economy is bad, but no one has it worse than that field right now) guys like Tom H. who have 20+ years of service can wake up tomorrow and be shoved out the door. If you think Anthony Witrado makes a "respectable wage," I urge you to do some research. He may be making enough to live, but I can guarantee you anyone here working in a field that's profitable in any way is making well more than him, and their job is likely far safer than his. And I don't even like his work. I haven't even gotten into the schedule some of them are on, which goes far beyond "deadlines and long games." Do you know what it's like to go eight months a year and barely EVER see your family beyond spending five hours a few nights a week - if you're lucky - sleeping next to your wife? Because I can tell you that's what it's like for a lot of these guys, for more than half the year there is almost no real contact with your spouse or children, and that doesn't even count all the offseason meetings and random odd jobs you get thrown into during the offseason. "Hey, it's your editor, I know this is your off time, but since we just fired Bob, how'd you feel about spending the weekend three hours away in Stevens Point covering Division 3 women's softball?" If being a beat writer was what you're making it out to be, I would still be one. And I covered D1 programs and NFL football, and I left that for what I'm doing now. I work 9-4, my job is safer, I make more money, I see my family, and I'm a helluva lot happier. So don't be dismissive and call me "ridiculous" when I've been on both sides of the fence, because you clearly haven't. If you pursue that career, even if you end up working at a large paper like those mentioned above, you are sacrificing a ton. And you can give up any dreams of living some place nice unless you're a trust fund baby or marry a doctor. I don't know what your definition of "respectable wage" is, but anything above $40,000 is "making it big" in journalism. Expect 19k after college, and consider yourself one of the lucky ones if you ever make more than a teacher. One last point that on the ignorance of your post: "If it was so bad they would not pursue their chosen profession." False. Because when most of the JS sports staff chose that profession, it was the mid-80s when papers were thriving and it was far easier to break in. Witrado is an extremely rare exception, but that fiasco is an entirely different story. I know for a fact that many of those guys will tell you if they could go back they would not do it again. And that's why J-schools across the country are hurting and people are running to PR and communications faster than ever before. Rant is over, but please, I really wish people would not speak on things they know absolutely nothing about. This is tantamount to me walking into Ryan Braun's house tomorrow and telling him how to raise his BA.