N. Chad vs. Kornheiser and Feinstein
As part of Tony's farewell tour, Norman Chad discussed the TK brand on Dan Levy's extremely compelling On the DL podcast yesterday. And Norman did the same thing I did, sucking up to the glorious legacy of Kornheiser, except he did so in opposite land. He prefaced all of this by saying that he no longer goes on PTI, "which is not my decision, it's their decision, and it's been one that bothered me." And, to be fair, he also said that he has always loved Tony, but that they're having some weird stalemate full of disingenuity. This was the winning line, though:
To paraphrase Tony Soprano in 'The Sopranos' about his mother, Tony is dead to me. There's nothing I can do about it. Somehow, something happened somewhere with Tony and I, and I just don't know what to do about it any more.
And later, in a much bloodier bloodbath, he discussed catching John Feinstein (aka "Pope John") on Washington Post Live, and watching him pontificate for 22 minutes, and then going to Barnes & Noble to peep his new book, where "in 10 minutes time [I] picked out 10 or 12 examples of the worst writing in the history of the English language."
In other words, instead of waiting for the WaPo ship to actually sink, its brightest stars have long ago jumped off, landed in a marvelous, twinkling, upward-floating golden reverse parachute device, and then celebrated their good fortune by attempting to eat each other's flesh, but in an extremely humorous and good-natured manner. The thing all of this makes me wonder is, 30 years from now, will Tarik El-Bashir and Chico Harlan and Ivan Carter engage in messy feuds, filled with clever insults and uncomfortable stalemates? More importantly, will anyone care, or is the era of print media feuds ending with the end of print media? And do I really care, or was I just trying to find a great excuse to use the above photo from our archives?
Anyhow, later in the podcast, Norman Chad became the first highly regarded sportswriter to rip on blogs without raising my proverbial hackles, possibly because he spoke without sputtering rage, or possibly because he actually made a cogent argument, or possibly because his column is the greatest thing going in our sports section, or possibly because I just wanted to continue my recent trend of sucking up to every Post writer imaginable. But if you want to take a stand against Matt Leinart beer bong photos, I don't know a better way than this:
It's not my cup of tea, I do believe it's not a good sign for the culture at large, but I've always believed that the amount of time we spend on sports in general is not a good sign for the culture at large...It's something that I would prefer not to see, so I try to ignore it and just move on to another day.
[There's also lots of good stuff on his poker broadcasting career, the poker-on-TV industry, the logistics of the WSOP, Buzz Bissinger, his syndicated column (which he said is the only syndicated sports column in the country), his $1.25 Ask the Slouch contest, and the logistics of mailing out 125 cents ("who sends cash in the mail other than your grandmother?").]
Now I have to figure out a way to suck up to Sally Jenkins.
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