I wasn’t complicit in any of this. I didn’t buy a ticket to the game. I didn’t watch it on the TV. I did read about it in this blog, though. If you’re going to tell me it’s a moral failure of the NHL for tolerating or not policing this stuff appropriately, then isn’t it also a moral failure of this publication for… Read more
And you know, at this point, I decide I’ve got better uses for my time than worrying about the victimhood of well compensated people who know exactly what is on the table when they participate in a professional sports promotion. By now, this is like the surgeon general’s warning to smokers.
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So, the difference in growing up with and without social media is that the crazy stuff old fucks like me saw as a teenager doesn’t get memorialized. So here I will try. I remember my senior year, one of my classmates had broken up with her boyfriend, and spent a week in a kind of scary, monotone depression over it.… Read more
The very best sleep I ever had, 1985, Dad had some kind of national convention to go to, so he made it a junket and brought the family. It was in Minneapolis. Mom appended a trip through the upper Midwest to justify dragging us out of school. It was about mid-November. I was 12. After the con, we departed for the… Read more