Eh.

Nothing really matters this week, but how can I deprive my reader(s) of some sort of story? So here's some stream of consciousness ramblings that probably have nothing to do with football.

I was listening to ESPN's NBA Today podcast the other day, and the guest was David Thorpe. You may know Thorpe as the guy who "analyzes statistics" and "studies game tape" in order to make fair judgments, but more often than not ends up confirming his own biases and making a fool of himself. Thorpe was discussing a column he wrote in which he declared LeBron James a better basketball player than Kobe Bryant. Now, I don't have ESPN Insider access, so I don't know the details of Thorpe's analysis. But, while talking about response to the piece, Thorpe mentioned that the comment section beneath his work was mostly negative. Realizing his error, Thorpe declared that it was probably negative, because he definitely did not read the comments. So why, may I ask, is Thorpe so frightened of the common man's response to his writing? Are they that far beneath him to acknowledge them is to essentially admit defeat? That's just sad. And that is why mainstream sports writing is failing to connect with people. It's a very simple Marxist philosophy. The proletariat (sportswriters) are attempting to serve the rest of the proletariat when their actual audience is the bourgeois (common man). The people taking over the sports media are people like Bill Simmons and Will Leitch. People who write for their audience, and not for their colleagues.

It's a sad day when I'm more inclined to believe the Gilbert Arenas Twitter than The New York Times for news about Gil and Javaris Crittenton reportedly pulling guns on each other in the locker room. Actually... It's a happy day. NYT blows.

I saw The Damned United today, further cementing my belief that the English are better than us at everything except producing athletes who actually look athletic.

More to come on this since I enjoy it and you don't really care...