Rick Reilly, Arbiter of Modesty
Columnisting, which is defined by me as “the moronic convention of sports writers being force to shoehorn an angle and some opinion into a set word length,” is increasingly turning into a race to the most inoffensive conveyance of suburban smarm.
Rick Reilly’s so good at it that he’s almost shark-like: If he smells something even slightly deviant from the country club’s sensibilities, he snaps it up.
If this persists, we’re going to need a bigger blog.
Sore winners
These folks have won a lot. You’d think they’d be better at it.
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