You Didn't Have To Tell It Like It Is, Marge
From Jeff Blair's latest noose-tightener:
Deep down, in the little corner of my consciousness that hasn't been plundered of all affection for baseball
Well, then don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Jeff. The ironic thing is that sportswriters say bullshit like this all the time (they never quit, though), but give them an athlete whose demeanour and attitude suggest they might rather be doing something else, and they bust out the crucifixes faster than you can say "Ricky Williams" or "Alexandre Daigle." I wonder how the interns at the Globe sports desk, sweating balls to get a byline, up till 4am updating the West Coast tennis results, must feel about this.
Deep down, in the little corner of my consciousness that hasn't been plundered of all affection for baseball
Well, then don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Jeff. The ironic thing is that sportswriters say bullshit like this all the time (they never quit, though), but give them an athlete whose demeanour and attitude suggest they might rather be doing something else, and they bust out the crucifixes faster than you can say "Ricky Williams" or "Alexandre Daigle." I wonder how the interns at the Globe sports desk, sweating balls to get a byline, up till 4am updating the West Coast tennis results, must feel about this.
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