Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I never played the game
Here's a post from my blogmate at Rowland's Office, Charles Davidson, a longtime friend and writer with a properly sour take on some current trends:
Howard Cosell had it right. Sportswriting today is overrun by mediocrities with the worldview of 18-year-olds who think a pop culture reference and a few stats make you Red Smith.
Especially nauseating is the trendy print reference to the hot babe du jour. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen Mischa Barton of "The O.C." mentioned in sports columns lately. But of course the most hackneyed are the Paris Hilton and Britney Spears analogies.
Here are a few I ran across in a two-minute search:
"The problem is that unless you're drafting against your dog, your cat and Paris Hilton, you're probably not going to end up with all of those players on your team."
"He is fast and football savvy, but has an attitude problem and he carries more luggage with him than Paris Hilton on a two-week vacation in Europe."
"Ricky's mind wanders like Paris Hilton on a shopping spree."
"What began when Jason Varitek took exception to A-Rod's comments to Bronson Arroyo last July, when Arroyo hit Rodriguez with a pitch everyone but Britney Spears knew wasn't intentional, carried over into the playoffs with more words with Varitek and Curt Schilling."
That’s worse than Jessica Simpson in a aaarrrgggghhh. Just write, for God’s sake.
Better yet, don’t write.