I don't know what to make of this Dan Le Batard essay in The Big Lead, which comes not long after his mid-life-crisis (temporary, perhaps) farewell to the Miami Herald.
It's interesting. It's well written. It's long.
It's more serious than I am able to take myself. And it's just another variation on a story that has been repeating itself since those crazy kids who climbed out of the primordial ooze had the old folks they left behind shaking their heads.
I'll continue trying to keep one foot in the ooze and one on the beach overlooking it. And I'll try not to write any essays as long or serious as Le Batard's.
I now am going to write a newspaper article. Thanks for reading today.
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Reading both of Le Batard's near elegy's (the guy clearly needs an extended vacation), I am reminded of lyrics from Johnny Cash's "Ballad of the Last Gunfighter":
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
Says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
And there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
The evolution of the "journalism industry" has never been more dynamic than over the last 5 years and will continue to be so through the foreseeable future. The Internet unlocked the door to Darwin's Journalism Waiting Room and the key has been lost.
The crazies have escaped and Dan Le Batard has anointed himself the 1st victim of the onslaught.
It is up to Journalists such as yourself, Glauber, Herrmann and Logan (to name a few......THERE ARE 2 OTHERS I PURPOSELY
OMIT) to usher the reading public through the killing fields that are coming.
Protect us from the Revolution of the Jourbalists.
It won't take much, simply continue to write what you know is right.
And that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.