Here’s the odd thing about (Phil) Mushnick: Once in a while, he has the occasional lucid thought. I swear! For example, he hates that primetime games start so late. ME TOO! And he thinks that Mike Francesa is a complete asshole. I’M WITH YOU, PHIL!
But then you have the above column, and it reads like an insane man writing a coded message to loved ones, begging to be sent to a sanitarium. We’re not here to defend assholes from the charges of being assholes. DeSean Jackson has done annoying things. Yasiel Puig has done annoying things. But there’s a cottage industry in sportswriters holding up the talented assholes of the sports world and declaring them to be some kind of ominous sign that the portal to the netherworld has been opened. It’s taking your basic asshole and ascribing a cartoonish amount of menace to it, like so: Phil Mushnick is a race-baiting asshole, therefore he has probably chased a teenager down a street with his gun because he thought that kid was a gangbanger, therefore he shot that child dead and had his superiors cover up the crime, therefore Phil Mushnick is a murderer. See how that works?
What a fucking idiot. Drew Magary