Mike Nadel, a former columnist for Gatehouse News and one of the more entertaining gents in Chicago media, decided to share his views of the business on the fifth anniversary of his dismissal.

Writing on his blog, The Bald Truth (how did he ever come up with that name?), Nadel reveals what he misses and doesn’t miss about the daily sports grind. Fairly similar to my sentiments.

Under the category of doesn’t miss, Nadel writes:

Interviewing Jocks.

When my son was little, his friends would ask, “Does your dad get to talk to Michael Jordan?” I told him to respond: “No, Michael Jordan gets to talk to my dad.” It was a cute line, especially when delivered by an 8-year-old, but it wasn’t true. From 1995-98, I spent a huge portion of my life standing around waiting to be part of a big media scrum around Michael Jordan.

For the most part — and definitely by the time the new millennium had arrived — everything was packaged for the media. We were led around from one press conference to another. Comments usually were generic. I’d sit down to transcribe my tape and realize I hadn’t gotten one freakin’ quote worth using.

On the rare occasion that a coach or athlete said something remotely funny, the press corps would pretend to laugh as if Steve Martin and George Carlin were on stage trading barbs. It was embarrassing.

People thought we were lucky that we got to talk to these guys, but more often than not they had nothing to say. When we did get to cover an Ozzie Guillen or a Jeremy Roenick or even a Milton Bradley, it was like manna from heaven. Mostly, the routine became a chore. These guys didn’t particularly want to talk to us and, for the most part, I didn’t want to talk to them.

What Nadel misses:

The Press Box.

Basically, sportswriters are a bunch of adolescent goofballs. As we watch the Cubs collapse, the Bears fall apart and the Bulls implode, anything that enters our warped minds somehow finds its way out of our foul mouths. The amount of crapola we spew about the jocks we cover is topped only by the amount of crap we give each other.

I miss debating my peers about important issues such as our Hall of Fame ballots, which Chicago coach or manager would be the next to be fired, and whether Jay Mariotti was the worst human being we ever had encountered or just one of the bottom two.

Sadly, even before I was sacked, many of my best friends in the industry had been sent packing or been reassigned by their employers, so the press box wasn’t what it used to be.

Indeed, definitely agree with Nadel here. I also would throw in the camaraderie of being in the newsroom back when writers actually went into the newsroom. Easily my best memories of being in the business.

Anyway, there’s more good observations from Nadel. Definitely worth the read.