That gin-soaked little Nazi from the Gazette got pissed off when you didn't doff your hat for the national anthem, Burgin explained. He kept bitching about you to the guy in charge of the press box, then he got that asshole who works for him all cranked up and they started talking about having you arrested. Jesus creeping shit, I muttered. Now I know why I got out of sportswriting.
by Hunter S. Thompson
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In "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72," Hunter S. Thompson recounts a tense incident involving a sportswriter named Burgin. He narrates how a colleague from the Gazette was outraged when Burgin failed to show proper respect during the national anthem, specifically by not removing his hat. This led to a series of complaints directed at the press box, escalating the situation and prompting discussions about potentially having Burgin arrested for his perceived disrespect.

Thompson reflects on the absurdity of the event, expressing his frustration and reminding himself of the reasons he distanced himself from sportswriting. The anecdote highlights the intense and often ridiculous nature of media backlash, especially in the politically charged atmosphere of the 1972 campaign. It serves as a commentary on the rigid expectations of decorum in professional journalism, which can lead to irrational responses and conflicts among reporters.

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