I've always been a fan of Bob Costas — the "smug" label he often gets never bothered me much because Costas seemed entitled to it; he came off as smart and with a wry sense of humor. I even encouraged a Chuck Norris-like "Bob Costas facts" by saying he had telekinetic powers.
Today, thanks to this article, that admiration has turned into something much more powerful: righteous anger and deep, burning hatred. Mmm, tastes better than admiration, too.
Costas… doesn't understand what compels so many nonjournalist sports fans to seek a forum for their opinions.
"It's one thing if somebody just sets up a blog from their mother's basement in Albuquerque and they are who they are, and they're a pathetic get-a-life loser, but now that pathetic get-a-life loser can piggyback onto someone who actually has some level of professional accountability and they can be comment No. 17 on Dan Le Batard's column or Bernie Miklasz' column in St. Louis. That, in most cases, grants a forum to somebody who has no particular insight or responsibility. Most of it is a combination of ignorance or invective.''
What bothers Costas… is Internet and talk radio commentary that "confuses simple mean-spiritedness and stupidity with edginess. Just because I can call someone a name doesn't mean I'm insightful or tough and edgy. It means I'm an idiot. It's just a high-tech place for idiots to do what they used to do on bar stools or in school yards, if they were school yard bullies, or on men's room walls in gas stations. That doesn't mean that anyone with half a brain should respect it."
Will Leitch of Deadspin already gave this the thoughtful, disappointed essay that should serve as the representative response from the blogosphere, but I'd like to step up and represent those of us that are mean-spirited and edgy. Because Costas no longer has a right to call anything stupid. He delivered his screed from a position of complete ignorance, using analogies that even the tired dinosaurs and laughingstocks of old media have, for the most part, gotten past.
And Bob: get your metaphors right, you diminutive dipshit. The idiots on barstools and school yard bullies are the ones still reading local columnists; we smart kids turned to blogs long ago. So take your respect and shove it up your ass; I'd rather get a comment from some loser in an Albuquerque basement.