Along with a reported 50,000 others on Broadway last night, my friends and I joined the party. This is what’s known in the biz as hard-hitting journalism. It’s firsthand reporting. Eyewitness stuff.
Bachelorette parties who planned their trips to Nashville six months ago aren’t thrilled. They’ll get over it. The whole getting married thing is only supposed to happen once. But the Preds making the Stanley Cup Final wasn’t supposed to happen ever, really.
It makes me proud to produce this type of reporting having amassed such gruesome student loans in journalism school: