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Ron Mexico
Let's take a look at some of the figures in this tragic comedy:
Jimmy Smith might just be Nicklebacking his way through sports journalism, but let's not forget that newspaper men are the fast food managers of media (high turnover, low wages, and even though they wear ties, nobody takes them seriously). Jimmy probably parks his 2004 Camry outside an apartment complex that looks like a condemned middle school, steps on a dirty diaper on the way to his unit, and right before he unlocks the door to that lair of musty mediocrity, he dreams of getting enough views to one day escape... so he writes, he writes like a furiously uninformed little gremlin who wants to harvest clicks and comments from gullible children with disposable keystrokes....
That's Jimmy Smith. I can't hate him. I just can't. He's writing for a newspaper in 2015. To expect more is to expect your Whopper to look like the picture of the Whopper.
On the other hand, look at McNamara. He's a high school teacher in Utah I think, and he's doing laps around people who are deemed "professionals." And he's doing it for free (he may have mentioned that once or twice). But let me tell you guys a story. I used to work at an industrial plant with a guy. Let's call him "Tike Tetillier." He's a well known football analyst around here. When I started working there, I was surprised to find that Tike had a real job just like me. He was always providing quality analysis in the papers, radio, and even on TV. I would often wonder, "Where does the guy find the time?!" Well, I found out pretty quickly. He was the worst operator we had. Pumps would shut off, alarms would sound, lines would break, and he would be locked inside the control room talking on the phone to ESPN or he would have his nose in some draft guide unaware that things were falling apart.
McNamara is twice the analyst Tike Tetillier is, so what I'm thinking is: Mac must be one notoriously terrible high school teacher to be this great an analyst! How many of his pupils think 6x7=67 just so I can have the opportunity to understand the salary cap? How many little kids assumed battle of Waterloo was fought with Super Soakers while I was reading about the personalities of our potential coaches. I'm grateful that Mac sacrifices his time and probably those kids' futures for my basketball IQ! And he's doing it for free, so when he asks me to e-mail some jibroney who stepped to him, you bet I will....and I will crush that fool. It's the least I can do. Mac and Schwann have made countless long drives and loads of laundry more enjoyable with their podcast. When there is breaking Pels news, BBS is the only reputable, well-written place to go read about it. No matter what you think of Mac, you can't deny that. And on Twitter, Mac is entertaining, engaging, and insightful. I've never paid him a dime. I probably owe him something, so if he wants me to tell this TP guy what a horrible job he's doing, then I'm on it!
So yes that guy Carmouche has a seething email coming to him in long-form thinkpiece proportions, and he deserves it. He legitimately believes his staff is putting out quality product, and BBS is conducting some kind of power-play move via the comments section to cut into the lucrative NOLA basketball journalism scene. Wow. I will burn the delusions that middle management d-bag harbors into the stratosphere. If he honestly doesn't realize that Jimmy Smith writes with the simplistic desperation of a thousand Nigerian princes requesting a wire transfer, then he's got to be the dullest man in print, and that's saying something. The last thing I want is someone like that bothering BBS with his paranoid, displaced fears. They already work for nothing. They don't need to waste any time dealing with the TP. I cannot wait to dispel Carmouche's twisted little notions that he's the victim of a few jealous BSS writers.