After more than a decade in Des
Moines, Keeler to head to FoxSports.com in Kansas
Overall, the good outweighed the bad, all told,
even if the bad was expensive, embarrassing
or both. I met the love of my life here. I got
married here. My son was born here. I bought
my first home here.
I was audited here. I was sued here. I flipped
my car here — on I-80, during one of those miserable
February ice storms — and rolled it into a ditch.
Much to the chagrin of a few athletic directors,
I managed to walk away from the wreck.
I’m walking away from this one, too, albeit
more slowly. If you’re reading this, by now,
you’ve heard the news: I’m officially outta
here, moving on to digital pastures with the
folks at Fox Sports.com. I hate goodbyes, but
what the hell: After a decade, it’s true — this
town really does start to grow on you.
I’ll miss Shane Goodman and the folks at Big
Green Umbrella Media who reached out and offered
a hand after I’d been hit by a shovel and tossed
into an open grave.
I’ll miss Principal Park.
More specifically, I’ll miss the view of Principal
Park, at night, in August, from the roof at
Mullet’s, a glorious cascade of neon and water.
I’ll miss the first football weekend of the
I’ll miss el Bait Shop.
I’ll miss those Consumer Credit of Des Moines
I’ll miss Billy Joe’s.
I’ll miss the priceless look Keri Gavin gave
the camera as she sat in a Polk County jail
I’ll miss Doctor Love, Belfast Johnny and the
brain cells you never get back.
I’ll miss the wings at Jethro’s.
I’ll miss 80/35.
I’ll miss Rachel Pierce’s Twitter feed.
OK, maybe not.
I’ll miss the Raccoon River Dog Park.
I’ll miss Blues on Grand. Because somebody has
I’ll miss The Flying Mango, and the heavenly
whiff of brisket that reached out and tickled
your nostrils from four blocks away.
I’ll miss running into Leonard Houston at the
Windsor Heights Hy-Vee and reminiscing about
the good old days.
I’ll miss talking to Andy Fales, who’s even
more hysterical and clever when the cameras
are off than when he is on television.
I’ll miss “Sound Off,” and the platform it’s
become for Chris Hassel’s prodigious talents.
I’ll miss the popcorn at Cooney’s.
I’ll miss Keith Murphy, who introduced me to
my wife. True story.
I’ll miss John Walters, the consummate professional.
I’ll miss Eric Heft’s insight, Bobby Hansen’s
candor and Dolph Pulliam’s boundless enthusiasm.
I’ll miss Gary Rima, for being Gary Rima.
I’ll miss the golden days of daily newspapers,
never to be seen again. The objective journalist
has been shouted down by that 21st century creation/abomination
known as the fan-pundit, who now stands on almost
equal footing. You’ve grabbed the microphone
with both hands, like a drunken Will Ferrell
during a wedding toast, and have no intention
of giving it back.
But the revolution has not gone without bloodshed.
It’s a wonderful time to be a fanatic; maybe
the best time ever.
By the same token, it’s never been a lousier
time to be a scribe.
“We are all dinosaurs,” a mentor told me last
year as my ego bled, “and ‘Jurassic Park’ is
Former Des Moines Register columnist Donald
Kaul, one of my heroes, said it best, back in
“And now, God save us all, we have the Internet,
which has not merely damaged journalism, it
has atomized it. It turns on its head the old
journalism slogan: ‘You are entitled to your
own opinion, but not to your own set of facts.’
On the Internet there is no distinction between
fact and opinion. In that atmosphere, there
is no such thing as journalism.”
Of course, he writes for the Web now, primarily.
In a few weeks, I’ll be joining him. And frankly,
I can’t wait. CV
Former Des Moines Register columnist Sean
Keeler is hitting the road. You’ll soon be able
to read him at FoxSports.com, FoxSportsMidwest.com
and FoxSportsKansasCity.com. You can still follow
him on Twitter via @seankeeler or reach him
via email at email@example.com.