Moving to Atlanta, I discovered the AJC's Terrance Moore, the South's answer to Michael Wilbon. During the Michael Vick trial he took advantage of the opportunity to convict Vick in his columns, assassinate his character and mosey up to ESPN's cameras. At some point, he's transformed from the South's Wilbon to the black Jay Mariotti. Did I mention they both writte online for AOL Fanhouse as well. AOL Fanhouse has transformed into a bastion for angry ex-newspaper columnists. Along with Kevin Blackistone. Spending his weekdays spitting out columns for AOL Fanhouse and the AJC. On weekends he bikes through Piedmont Park stopping only to defecate on flowers. This week he takes on smiles and families. Next week, he tackles charities.
Interestingly enough, just days earlier he penned a column calling grumpy Kobe, a World Championship for L.A.
If I locked Ron Artest and Manny Ramirez in a psychiatric hospital, who gets released on their own recognizance first?
Sports Gal: "I long for the
morning when the TV isn't blaring a bee's nest."