One of the best things about my job is constantly having my failures on display.
I'm not talking about the occasional typo. I'm referring to a role that's inevitably thrust upon at least one reporter in each newsroom: being the guinea pig for every new headline-worthy fad or activity.
For as long as I can remember, that's been me. And I have failed miserably.
Like the time in Georgia, when I busted my lip while exploring a new whitewater rafting course. Or my inaugural visit to Topgolf, where…
