Stephon Marbury is praying for Ken Berger
In my Tuesday newspaper column, I naively fret about what the backpage editors of New York's tabloids will do this autumn now that baseball season is over.
It appears I needn't have worried.
Ken Berger, whom Laveranues Coles once memorably referred to as "little media man," again has caught the attention of one of our town's highly paid professional ball-maneuverers.
Evidently caught up in the spirit of the Jewish holidays, Stephon Marbury is praying for the wayward scribe.
(Maybe he's also welcoming Berger into the Cablevision family.)
It's good to see athletes and journalists bond over their shared humanity. I'm getting a little teary just writing this.
Thank you, Steph for putting it all in perspective. Let us pray. More this afternoon.
(UPDATE: Steph once put his hands upon another Newsday sports scribe!)
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neil,why have your blogs been so spotty for the last couple of months?
I have a job. It is writing newspaper columns. I do the blog as a hobby.
Best, you seem a bit crankier than normal. Are you ok?
I had too much fun in Ithaca over the weekend. Still out of sorts, I suppose. Played touch football in the rain with other old guys on the varsity soccer field before being kicked off by athletic department personnel. Watched a quarter or so of Cornell-Yale game. Observed underage drinking by college students pondering career alternatives after giving up on the Wall Street thing. Hung out with a fraternity brother who has liver cancer.
sounds like a weekend with the kennedys.
I knew there had to be an epiphany in there somewhere ... that's the thing with blogging. When you're into it, there is no other reality. It is an obsession beyond all reason, and there is a constant need to feed the beast. Once you step away into a place where you realize that real life still does exist, it knocks you for a jolt.
I had the temerity to take a Carribbean vacation with the family a couple months ago, while the Brett Favre stuff was still simmering in Green Bay. It took several days - maybe weeks, even - to get back into the blogging mindset. I even tried quoting stuff from some of the books I read on vacation, and that didn't help much.
The absurdity of it all hit home at the NFL owners meetings back in March. The first day there, we surrounded Chiefs coach Herman Edwards, whose team had sponsored a proposal that would require players to put their hair under their helmets so that their nameplates and numbers could be seen on the backs of their jerseys. As Edwards was being peppered with questions about it, I turned to Peter King and whispered, "What are we doing with our lives?"
Blogging, of course, really is just a hobby for us - at least for now - although I suppose that embracing the concept is good for our careers moving forward into the great abyss of the Internet age.
I'm glad you enjoyed your weekend in Ithaca reliving the old days and coming to grips with the challenges of today.
I did think of you over the weekend, because a lot of stuff did happen. Paul Newman died. Brett Favre threw six touchdown passes for the first time in his career. Anquan Boldin was nearly decapitated by Jets safety Eric Smith. And, of course, the Mets completed yet another epic collapse.
But at least you got home in time to see Ken Berger show up on the back page of Newsday. The Little Media Man was fantastic.
I enjoyed our 10 years together on the football beat.
ok ... bye.
You're one classy customer, cable guy.
BG:
Did you think you were sending email?
Sincerely,
CC
I suspect that Glauber is in need of, or perhaps jockeying, for some back page tabloid man-love from Terrell Owens.
Cable guy.....
ROFLMAO
I505:
What do the R and O stand for? I think I can figure the rest out.
Rolling on floor laughing my arse off.
Oh gawd(OMG).....that is basic internet/blog speak from b4 Al Gore had a wet dream.
You're scarin' me coach.
Apparently there is a void between 30 and 50.