|George Steinbrenner on the cover of Sports Illustrated|
While this post should be about George Steinbrenner, it's actually about the 300th post of a wonderful idea that has never really taken hold. I'll leave this blog up and running, and I may revisit the idea of commenting or writing about sports in the future, but the reality is that writing about sports is no longer any damned fun. I believe there's a place for what I'm doing here, but I haven't quite figured out what that place is as of yet.
With the loss of George Steinbrenner, an era of jackassery in sports has come to pass. Oh, sure. Mark Cuban is still alive. Al Davis might be alive, but who can tell? And when the rank amateurish jackassery is dying out of sports, what fun is it to write about?
I'm sick of writing about Tiger Woods and I'm sick of sports, in general. I get no joy from it anymore. I truly believe that hockey is the greatest sport. I might just make this a hockey-only blog when the season resumes. I don't know. I also have come to realize that sports is now corporatized and controlled to the point where it doesn't make sense to tell people that ESPN has ruined it for me. It has ruined it for everyone. Sports is now the province of the scold and the moralizing buffoon. Thanks again, Jim Gray. Being mediocre and bought off ruins it for the rest of us. I am going to take a few weeks and think about how to fix this thing and make it better.
How many other sports bloggers are suspending their sports blogs for a few weeks in honor of the biggest jackass to ever find himself flush with cash, drunk with power, and capable of buying playoff victories at well-above-retail prices? Hopefully, I'm not the only one who will point out to you that, at the height of Steinbrenner's ownership and personal involvement in the running of the New York Yankees (1979-1995), they were awful and didn't win hardly anything.
Sure, the man had his rings. But for over fifteen years, the Yankees were an overpaid clown circus worthy of ridicule and a Bronx Cheer.