This is a momentous and gracious post, based on BUZZ BISSINGER'S insanely stupid tirade. It's nice to know that however bloggers may differ taste-wise and aesthetically etc., at the end of the day, we see some friggin' alignment when someone attacks one of them. Or, you know, maybe not. Maybe alignment is not even necessary in this case. Because Bissinger proved himself completely and utterly out of touch with civilization. I suffered through maybe nine minutes of this condescending, smug retardation and stopped when Bissinger tried to hand himself another Pulitzer based on his defense of Matt Leinart.
Okay Buzz, here's the thing. Leinart will not be in the NFL five years from now. He is supposed to do beer bongs with barely legal co-eds and we are supposed to see the pictures of it. This is how the world works now. You don't get to make the rules. God knows he can't QB. His judgment is also, um.......ASS!!!!! I long for millionaires who are that stupid to funnel beer to me. I pray for that shit. Those pictures were basically Leinart's NFL highlight reel. Did you not see this coming when he voluntarily hung around Nick Lachey while still at USC? (Do you even know who Nick Lachey is?) Those pictures (and others of Roethislberger, Jeff Reed, etc) = Diane Arbus' or Walker Evans' best work. To me it's news. If I were a Cardinals fan? TOTALLY NEWS.
And the concern over Sean Salisbury?? The mean comments on Deadspin when he got shitcanned? It's because people hate the guy. FANS. Fans who pay for their cable and buy tickets to games and all that other shit. After seeing that rabidly obnoxious, arrogant, chipmunk-faced puke on my TV set every time I simply wanted calm, rational, NFL analysis, it is liberating to actually be able to publish my goddamn feelings and hope that others who went thru the same experience can read them and begin to "heal" and also hope that with all his free time Salisbury googles himself. Maybe he'll actually learn something. Next TV gig, Sean--95% less douche, 46% more kindness, 100% more intelligence. Follow that, amigo. It was hilarious how defensive he was about actually having played in the NFL. Sean, we get it. You played in the NFL. But no one ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever pretended they were you on a playground. Ever.
"4th and 9 from the 12, Salisbury drops back, and...gets you into a used beige Dodge Caravan with a few dings, but low mileage for only $114 a month."
And what do you use your voice for, Bissinger? To write an edgy profile of yr buddy Don Imus? One that ends, placidly on the lawn of his beach house, with the family all hugging...Too bad it was a year before the whole "Nappy Headed Hoes" thing. Did Imus write that in the comments section of a blog? Or was it on his radio show? Did you ever speak out about that, you know, as a journalist who spent a week with the guy? I'm sure I could Google and find out, but I'm offended by the internet.