I have a slightly different spin on it. I don't think newspaper reporters were ever any good, it's just that we now see them for what they are. For eons, we've been getting our sports news from mediocre ne'er-do-wells who (a) don't know all that much about the inner-workings of the sports they cover, and (b) generally, aren't all that ambitious to do anything more than sit in a press box, drink coffee, and watch sports. But what the hell did WE know. It's all we had. Until the internets showed up. All of 'em. Suddenly, fat-ass, lazy, news-dopes have competition for their audience. No need to buy a single paper each morning when I can read 20 of them over dinner. Tossing aside all the crap. Suddenly, readers appreciate just how lousy they are at these remarkably easy jobs. And now they've made it worse. It was bad enough when they were just reporting things poorly. Now, they all want to be expressive with their work. If only they would just go back to the basics, instead of trying to give us their thoughts on what they couldn't properly report. . . . . except for Serby. As long as he keeps me informed on the players' favorite kind of pie, and which Ninja Turtle they like best, I'll be content. . . . . oh, and the whining. I LOVE the whining. That should never change.
The whining does seem to make it worthwhile sometimes. I feel almost honored to be allowed to witness a grown man share a literary toddler tantrum with the largest media market on the planet.
Just print the good stuff off the computer and Scotch it up to the inside of an old rag. You'll never know the difference.
man, i was really trashed yesterday...that was the wrong link. I was trying to play some reggeaton. Looks like i need to talk to dino about posting while under the influence.
