I kind of hate Twitter.
It was before the Stamps-Eskies Western final I tweeted “Falcons in big game Okotoks Parker, Power go for it vs. Eskies”.
There is an important lesson to be learned here. Never tweet when you are trying to decide what beer you want in a pub and whether to put a horsey decal on your face (a lager, no, our gang forgot to buy the horseys).
I was trying to say ‘The Foothills Falcons are in the big high school game next week and Okotoks products Charlie Power and Anthony Parker are trying to get to the Grey Cup by beating the Eskimos.’
But, in a 140-character world I couldn’t do it.
Of course, someone correctly – and thankfully — tweeted, Charlie Power is a HTA Grad.
I knew that, but I was looking for brevity.
I have messed up with Twitter before.
At provincial basketball last year in Magrath, I wound up with “McGrath”, “Migraine” and other stuff.
A lady from Magrath tweeted something like “I grew up there, get it right!!!!”
I replied “sorry, I’m new at this” like I was scared teen learning to drive.
I plan to tweet updates from the Foothills Falcons high school football final in Lacombe Saturday. Here is a preemptive strike.
“Falcons Meuh scoops up balk 4 TD on Timechenko blocked pint” is ‘Falcons Neish scoops up ball for TD on Doroshenko blocked punt’ in this nearly 60-year-old reporter’s autocorrect world.
I have, however, nailed names like Pitcher, Price, Minor, May and Tail by, whoops Tailby.
There you go, you can now watch my tweets and grab your grandfather for translation.
Of course in relating this story to younger Wheel staff, I was told I now have 280 characters to play with.
#!&)!
Do your own translation.
