Love him or hate him, he's been around for 65 years ... Sid Hartman

Love him or hate him, he's been around for 65 years ... Sid Hartman ...
This co-worker apparently likes him.

http://www.startribune.com/opinion/commentary/67761992.html?elr=KArksc8Pc:Ug8Pc:UiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUUr

 

Who the hell is Sid Hartman?

 

I'm sure there are many in Minnesota who say that.

 

Today's sports hero... much like Sweet Lou from the Soo

 

Wonder if he heard from his close personal friends Bobby Knight & Lou Holtz today.

 

Thass right, thass right.

 

As much as I joke about Sid, and there's plenty to joke about (the numerous "my close personal friend" references, copious numbers of errors, taking the term homer to the extreme), I still look forward to reading his column each time I buy the Star Tribune.

The guy has limitless resources and contacts, though his columns have morphed into little more than transcriptions of interviews.

 

That "co-worker" is Sid's editor-in-chief. Like the others he courts -- Knight, Holtz, Steinbrenner -- she's someone with power that Sid flits around like a moth to a light. She knows him as someone who now sucks up to her job title, even if he didn't when she was a lowly business reporter. So sure, she's going to like him.

Sid is the anti-Robin Hood in that way. He works hard to make the rich 'n' powerful (or athletically accomplished) feel more rich 'n' powerful, while having very little time for the average joe. Or in other words, fan or reader.

Just try introducing him to your wife or some buddy and watch as Sid looks over their shoulder, hoping to spy someone more important in the room.

 

Sonner, you're a stiff and a jerk. My close, personal friend Gregg Doyel told me so.

 

At a Super Bowl a long time ago, the last seat on the press bus was the one next to Sid. It was exactly like reading one of his columns. He talked about guys like Knight and Holtz for 30 minutes. He was very nice, and wasn't bragging to me or anything, but it was like it was all he knew.

 

Didn't I read where Hartman owned land under the Metrodome, or some other choice downtown space?

 

I think he owned property downtown and got fat when The Brotherhood got fatter...