SEATTLE — John Clayton was across the table from me, laying down the gauntlet.
It was 1996, and I had just joined The Seattle Times as Seahawks beat writer — his turf. He invited me out to lunch one day during training camp at Northwest College in Kirkland, and over teriyaki and rice John politely let me know what I was in for, professionally.
“If you work 10 hours, I’ll work 12,” he said. “And if you work 12, I’ll work 14. If you work 14, I’ll work 16.”
