People often ask me if I'm going to write a book about my time covering the Trail Blazers, a span that reached 13 seasons until this month, when I agreed to leave the beat and cover the Oregon football team for this season. If I did write a book, I know what the opening scene would be ... I'm at a baseball game at what was then called Pac-Bell Park in San Francisco. It's April 5, 2001, and a volatile and unpredictable Blazers season -- my first on the beat -- has what I thought would be a moment of respite. But midway through the game, my cellphone rang. I looked at the blocked number, looked at the beer in front of me, and contemplated whether I should risk ruining what had been a pleasant night in the middle of a four-game trip.