Uwe Blab Memorial First Annual FD Sportswriting Award
On rare occasion, we will point to something so simple and well-crafted (not by us) that it just has to be read. Not much of a basketball tie-in here, but having ROYAL PRIDE in this day and age is completely Freedarko, not to mention problematizing mythology in the context of the Red Sox. And for those of you too lazy to click on the link, here is the masterful sixth paragraph:
One last thing. Someone needs to send David Ortiz and the Rest of the World to seperate showers. I can't take the coverage of this guy anymore. The festival-like atmosphere after he stole a base in the 8th inning was sickening. I know the Royals are the Garden City Junior College to Boston's Harvard, but damn, this isn't little league. Again, its the same problem with the clutch mythology and the steroid's hysteria (as Joe Sheehan has religiously pointed out): the double-standard is so thorough that you can see it like a phone-book. Some guys are good guys, likeable, even lovable. Some guys are cheaters, chokers and Satanic representations of all we hate. Often, they've done the same things, performed exactly the same and said the same non-quotes postgame. Terrell Owens is Public Enemy Number One for calling attention to himself but Big Papi is just a huggable demiGod.
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