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SuperflySnuka
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OK, so maybe I'm old school, but I was always, always under the impression that the term "I" only belongs in a first-person column. Jim Murray excelled at using "I," because so many of his columns were about, well, him.
But this drove me nuts...
Michael Silver's story about Edge James started off very well. I enjoyed the first 13 or so graphs...and then...
A few weeks after James related this conversation to me in the spring, I asked a longtime scout whether he thought the halfback, who turned 29 earlier this month, had lost something. "I was sure he had," the scout replied, "but I went back and watched a bunch of the film, and you know what? He actually ran pretty well. There was just nowhere to go."
WHY NOT JUST:
A few weeks after James related the conversation, a longtime scout said he realized James hadn't lost too much.
"xxxx"
THEN LATER...
"All those years without a fullback, I didn't realize what I was missing," James said early Sunday as we stood near the bar at a bustling Phoenix nightclub. He was sipping a small glass of Patron and Rosie's Lime Juice while surrounded by the usual assemblage of lovely ladies. "Before, if someone whiffed, I had to deal with the guy immediately. Now that's the
fullback's job."
WHO THE HELL CARES WHAT HE'S DRINKING?!? That just reeks of a douchebag writer cozying up to an athlete...
eww
But this drove me nuts...
Michael Silver's story about Edge James started off very well. I enjoyed the first 13 or so graphs...and then...
A few weeks after James related this conversation to me in the spring, I asked a longtime scout whether he thought the halfback, who turned 29 earlier this month, had lost something. "I was sure he had," the scout replied, "but I went back and watched a bunch of the film, and you know what? He actually ran pretty well. There was just nowhere to go."
WHY NOT JUST:
A few weeks after James related the conversation, a longtime scout said he realized James hadn't lost too much.
"xxxx"
THEN LATER...
"All those years without a fullback, I didn't realize what I was missing," James said early Sunday as we stood near the bar at a bustling Phoenix nightclub. He was sipping a small glass of Patron and Rosie's Lime Juice while surrounded by the usual assemblage of lovely ladies. "Before, if someone whiffed, I had to deal with the guy immediately. Now that's the
fullback's job."
WHO THE HELL CARES WHAT HE'S DRINKING?!? That just reeks of a douchebag writer cozying up to an athlete...
eww