Yipes, you almost have to feel sorry for Buzz Bissinger (and to a slightly lesser degree, Bob Costas) for how utterly out of touch, clueless, and just plain wrong he really is.
I'm glad, however, that Big Daddy Drew got the finalsay.
Updates:
Since it's just a matter of time before the clips are taken down from YouTube et al, the full video of the segment is now on Gawker's server in perpetuity.
This is the BDD article on Deadspin that Bissinger quotes from (and Costas read from later in the segment, though he incorrectly attributes it to A.J. Daulerio).
It's interesting that they chose this very post since it happens to be an extremely well-written piece (jabs about Rich Garces' tits included) about why regular sports fans these days find it difficult to relate to what MSM writers have to say.
Here's something you probably don't know about Roger Clemens: He's one of the very few baseball players I know who never cheated on his wife. I was amazed by him, to be honest. His wife should be very proud of him. You see all these other guys -- oh, my God, every chance they got, they would be hitting the strip clubs. They would have extra girls staying in the team hotel, one room over from their wives, so they could go back and forth from room to room if they wanted. They would have their choice of women in damn near every city imaginable.
Roger was the exception to that. I went out with him a bunch of times when there were beautiful women around, and he had a lot of opportunities and never took them. I was with him enough times to realize: This man never cheated on his wife. He was one of the rarities, the anomalies, in baseball. I can hardly think of anyone else who never cheated on his wife.
Do you believe Jose Caseco or The Daily News? I think the answer is pretty clear.
I really really really wish Brett Favre would shut up finally and go away. If he didn't want to retire, he shouldn't have, but all this "look-at-me" teasing is insulting to the fans who sent him off with respect.
Really, Bretty Bear. We love you and all, but please don't be another Roger Clemens.
- LOL: Never acceptable. Ever.
- LOLIRL: Acceptable in small doses (given you really are).
- LOLCats: Acceptable in moderate doses (given caption is actually funny).
- LOLLERSK8Z: Acceptable (but only if you're exceptionally cute).
With me here to comment on today's Democratic debate is Andrea Crowley of CNN, Demont Evans of Slate.com, and Ron Mahar, a print journalist from the Washington Post.
Nelson:
Ha-ha! Your medium is dying!
Kissing Suzy Kolber's Christmas Ape gets dooced, in what might be the most high-profile of such case (in the world of sports blogging, anyways).
I'm not a huge Ape fan (I read KSK almost exclusively for Big Daddy Drew who still remains anonymous), but how backward/fucked-up is the Washington Post to fire a writer for... writing? No wonder their medium is dying.
Just because Peyton Manning has an impressive passing rating and can flap his arms like a deranged falcon doesn't mean that we want to be like him. And thank God for that.
Juno: Despite the painfully overwrought, oh-so-pleased-with-itself dialogues (everything I said about Candy Girl still applies here), it really surprised me with just how sweet it was. 4 out of 5 stars.
Also, 3 things that earned it bonus points:
Cameo by Cut Chemist (a.k.a. Lucas MacFadden a.k.a. my unhealthy man-crush circa 2002) as the science (chemistry?) teacher.
Use of Sonic Youth's Superstar, the song that led to my very first CD purchase as a college student back in 1994 (If I Were a Carpenter).
J.K. Simmons as Juno's father. He will be forever known to me as "Schillinger" (from Oz) -- quite possibly one of the most despicable/memorable villains in TV history. Little known fact: He's also the voice of the yellow M&M.
Cloverfield: This movie somehow managed to simultanously annoy and mesmerize me for its entire 85-minute duration. 3 out of 5 stars.
Finally read Wired Magazine's Gizmodo vs. Engadget piece, which had been sitting on my kitchen counter for the past 2 weeks. Nothing really new here (mostly rehash of older articles about the two blogs and their ongoing rivalry/feud) but it does show that blogging for dollars isn't as glamorous as it seems, even for these 2 super-blogs. I read recently that Gawker (which, granted, is a notorious blogger sweatshop) pays its writers $2,500/month + pageview bonuses. I guess I'll keep my day job for now.
Also, Chairman Leitch's God Save the Fan arrived in the mail yesterday. Only my 2nd (non-work-related) book purchase in as many years (Dave White's Exile in Guyville is the other -- sense a trend here?). I had no idea the Ron Mexico scandal (and the MSM's reluctance/refusal to cover it) was what inspired him to start Deadspin.
BDD also touches on one of my biggest pet peeves: using 1st-person plural when referring to one's favorite team. Like I always say, if you are not on the fucking payroll, you don't get to say "we."
Plus, my favorite quote of the day, courtesy of Dave White: "Some people enjoy romance; I enjoy his face when he's clearly thinking, 'I married a moron.'"
A couple of Motherland-related videos I came across today:
1. Clip from the new movie, Planet B-Boy. Apparently, "on a technical level, there's nobody that could touch the Koreans. Nobody." Who knew?
2. Korean drummer rocks out. And in case you're wondering: Not only do I know this song, but I have also rocked it out in karaoke on more than one occasion. For reals.