Dear Mark Wiedmer,
Just writing to ask you to use your time wisely. Certainly, with a name like "Wiedmer," it's tempting to blow off a little steam this time of year. Besides, in case you haven't realized it, your journalism career is basically two-thirds over. From the looks of you, it might even be nine-tenths over.
For now, Mark, you need to buckle down in the press room, verify your sources, don't rely too much on "facts" reported by the AP and other wire services. In case you haven't figured it out yet, for 12 weekends every autumn, a small, fraction of a percent of readers who have exhausted every option in sports journalism follows your work.
It could argued that at least some of this isn't your fault. That Patrick What's-his-name guy always gets the more interesting assignments, and your paper's editor is too obsessed with digging up salaries of government employees to worry about all that football stuff. And, to be fair, some serious dweebs post to your paper's Facebook page.
Instead of being grateful that your mistakes didn't cost your paper hundreds of subscribers, you seemed to embrace the notion that your sad writing ability could always carry the day. You didn't need to use spell-checker. You didn't need to understand "the grammars." You didn't need to get your work to the editor's desk three hours before press time, because, hey, you'd been winging it and flinging it all your life to pretty fair results.
Don't become the problem. Become the solution. Stop writing condescending "letters" to players who have ten times more ability and potential than you've ever had, and spend your time finding and reporting information that is useful to readers.