So congratulations to Deadspin Bounty Hunter Chris H., who won $1.53 for photo evidence of "*ESPN personality drinking alcohol."

Here's his story:

OK, so I'm at The Clevelander last night/this morning in the midst of the SUPER annoying Who Dat Nation (they're everywhere; like roaches) and in comes Mr. Mariotti. Looking so very "This is beneath me" with his mildly attractive in a MILFy way lady friend. He's surveying the scenery, which was very limited, checking things out with his lady and sucking face in the corner. A few Whodater's drunkingly come up to him and try to chat him up or exchange pleasantries, and he's having none of it. I meanwhile snap a few stealth pics of the mercurial one. Then, almost beyond belief he starts walking straight towards me. I'm standing next to the scantily dressed cigarette/cigar girl, and he proceeds to buy a fat stogie. His lady friend then asks me for a light on his behalf (I was smoking a Newport). I say sure, if I can take a picture with Mr. Mariotti. She say: "That's going to be hard; he's kind of weird." So I say tell him I'm a huge fan, I read him on FanHouse and watch ATH everyday. Mind you, this entire exchange is happening right in front of him and he's just standing there with a "look" on his face. But, the mention of his work is a game changer. All of a sudden, the hand comes out the smile comes on and he chats me up for a few second (he like's the Colts; Warren Sapp's a moron). I light his stogie, and ask again about a picture. He politely declines, because "ESPN doesn't like for their personalities to have their picture's taken when it could be misconstrued that they were out drunk and behaving badly, then those pictures could end up on one of those dumbass blogs." All in all though, he was extremely and surprisingly nice. And his lady friend was super cool, and got a little flirty with my wingman who had no idea who Mr. Mariotti was.

Anyway enjoy the pics, and the Bowl. Please let me know when I'm getting my check for $1.53.

I'm thankful these are the only $ photos we received. One woman was a little too eager to make thousands of dollars last week:

Ha. How many dongs do you want??

What if they r reality/sports stars?

Ja Adande will be w porn stars so that's done.

I can definitely convince some athlete to grab my boob.

I have a clear advantage here.

Ill keep you abreast of the situation.
Ha. She said breast. He he heh heh

Alas, no dongs.

*****

Thanks for your continued support of Deadspin. Stay tuned later for a full gallery of NSFW photos we received from readers in South Beach this week. It'll give us both something to do during the whiskey hours.

Second runner-up: Jay Mariotti

Jay turned in a blank ballot this year, which is certainly his prerogative. But let's look at his reasoning:

I didn't vote for anybody in the baseball hall of fame this year. Ya know why? To me…the first ballot is sacred. I think Roberto Alomar is an eventual Hall of Famer, not the first time. Edgar Martinez, designated hitter, eventually, but not the first time. Same goes for maybe Fred McGriff. As far as Blyleven and Dawson…if they haven't gotten in for years and years I cannot vote them in now."

Forget that hooey about first-time induction being special. It's stupid reasoning, but Mariotti's not alone. Let's instead look at his bizarre statement that if someone hasn't been elected yet, they're not good enough and aren't deserving of a vote. This is also acceptable, if it's a principled stand. Yet Mariotti voted for Jim Rice last year, on his 15th try. Want to know who else he found deserving last year? Andre Dawson and Bert Blyleven.

First runner-up: Lisa Olson

Olson also turned in a blank ballot, as she has every year since she's become eligible. I can only assume it's some kind of protest, though ineffective at anything except getting everyone all riled up. There's the slim chance that she's protesting the hypocrisy of letting journalists contribute to what amounts to PR for the sport they cover, and because of that, she doesn't get the top spot.

Update: We received this note from Olson:

Regarding the Hall of Fame ballot: I don't participate because I believe journalists shouldn't be voting on people they cover. As someone else noted, it's akin to having journalists who cover the pentagon vote on who should receive the purple star. Who knows, maybe someday my mind-set will change, but that is how I feel now. And not participating is much different than sending in a blank ballot. My decision to not participate has zero impact on the outcome.

(So direct your venom elsewhere; namely, the voters above and below her.)

Winner: Bill Conlin

Oh Bill. Usually it's the cranky old men who take this thing seriously. But then we read this:

I voted for Tim Raines his first year of eligibility. But when he failed to get 25 percent of the vote, he was moved to the back burner. Sorry, that's just the way it has to be. Maybe more eligible ballwriters should have measured the Rock's career numbers in all phases against those of analog basestealer and first-ballot inductee Lou Brock. Try it, you'll be amazed.

Good news for Raines, however. Yesterday, in one of the most bizarre elections in a bizarre process, he collected 30 percent and is now back on my radar.

You catch that? Conlin voted for Raines in 2008, but then noticed that very few of his colleagues did. Then he left Raines off his next two ballots, simply because he didn't want to be on the wrong side of the consensus. But wait! Raines' totals went up this year, so Conlin will be sure to vote for him again in 2011!

That's just the worst sort of person. "Being on the right side of history" applies for things like gay marriage, not the hall of fame. No one remembers or cares who voted for whom. If you think the guy deserves to be in, vote for him.

Instead, Bill Conlin wants to be able to tell his grandchildren that he only voted for true hall of famers, and no one else. If that's the case, let's just scrap the whole BBWAA system and let Conlin unilaterally decide who makes it.

Take Hall vote away from "principled" Mariotti [Hardball Cooperative]
MLB Hall of Fame Voting-The Blank Ballot Bandits [The CMSB]
Dawson no surprise for Hall of Fame selection, but other choices raise eyebrows [Philly Daily News]

• Baron Davis kills the Celtics: "Coach, run this play for me. I'm gonna shoot and we're gonna win." And win they did, Gus Johnson-style. Sports Fella's Twitter almost eats itself: "You're missing my "I just witnessed a gut wrenching giveaway Celts loss + Dunleavy save his job in the same 3 minutes" face." [Yahoo! Sports]

• Jerry Jones gets all winky after 'Dem Cowboys stomp all over the fetid corpse of Jim Zorn's Redskins on a Sunday Night. [The Sports Hernia]

• Yeah, I have no idea what was behind Michael Toudouze's ear.

• Charlie Weis maybe interested in the Buffalo Bills' coaching job, currently occupied by Santa. [SBNation]

....

Good morning. Everybody ready to spend a week cleaning their desk? God bless Lita Ford in this video:

JAY MARIOTTI
Began life as a blogger.
Told Roger Ebert to kiss his ass.
Projected.
Pretended he wasn't a blogger.
Wooed the ladies.
Auto-summarized.
Tossed from bar.
Napped.
Lurked.

And also — who can resist singing Mr. Big? [Very Sic'd]:

Attached is visual confirmation of the first reader submitted comment from the Mariotti story today, Jay being all creepy at the Blue Frog, a karioke bar in Chicago....We were singing Mr. Big's "Next to be with you" at the time, and he refused to participate, which I think could have actually improved his image had he joined. But he doesn't have the reputation he does because he joins in on awesome karioke songs with random dudes to the delight of the crowd, which we should have forseen....

And then there's this anecdote, which is just cruel:

Just wanted to validate the story about the karaoke bar. These pictures were taken at Blue Frog late Saturday night by one of my friends. They show him waiting to drop the cosby kids off in a bathroom which has shower curtains as stall doors. During the next song the performer broke down with "Hey everybody, Mariotti is taking a dump in the bathroom right now!" After doing his business and most certainly washing his hands, Mariotti came out and yelled at them for "being on crack."

If any other readers do spot Jay gallivanting around town during a Windy City night, please don't pester him. The man is allowed to enjoy an evening out, just like the rest of us. In fact, do not approach him at all, unless you really, really enjoy his columns and wish to shake the man's hand. At least we know he washes them.

[Sic'd] for your viewing pleasure:

•

With Jay running amok all over Chicago and your site I thought you would enjoy these two tidbits.

Last Saturday night my buddy saw jay wander in alone to a karaoke bar at 1 AM in Chicago, proceed to hit on several 20 somethings all of which shunned him close to immediately in favor of other meatheads with a shitload of gel in the hair.

Secondly, Jay Mariotti was involved in the biggest night of my life so far as he was one of the last people I saw before I popped the question and got engaged.

•

I just walked by Jay Mariotti on the street. he was talking very loud on his cell phone and the exact quote I heard was "I'm trying to get the security camera tapes so we can figure out who was twisting my arm off"

•

Would like to confirm Jay Mariotti is a Douchebag.

And I was entertained by his columns! By you gotta call a Douche a Douche.

Even when I met the guy personally to say I liked his stuff, still a douche!

Hilarious!

•

"I created a completely fake name to keep this anonymous but Marriotti was in Market Bar on Randolph in Chicago a few months ago wasted out of his mind. The funny thing is that it's owned by Kenny Williams (they hate each other) and Ozzy Guillen is frequently there during the season. Marriotti was so drunk that he was asked to leave and left his credit card at the bar and has been back since and gets black-out wasted every time. The guy is such a loser."

•

Saw your article about Marriotti starting a scuffle at Underground. He stared a fight with me at Bull and Bear a few weeks ago over standing too close to him and he started throwing out how he was a national celebrity and how I probably made $20k a year. When the bouncers came over he blamed it on me and kept asking for the manager and kept asking the bouncers if they knew who he was. The guy is a classless jerk and I would be happy to comment further about the encounter if you are interested in writing about what a jag he is. Thanks.

Another encounter:

I was at Bull and Bear a few weeks ago and the creepy Mariott was standing by our table hoping some of the girls would talk to him. Very weird dude. I think he saw me take this pic but I acted like I was texting someone.

Mariotti has told nice young ladies about his paranoia and annoyance when civilians attempt to photograph him out on the town. He's been successful so far, as we rarely receive any candid pics of Jay.

After the incident last week, it appears his aggressive no-photo policy has backfired and more and more are coming in all the time. If Mariotti wishes to continue to enjoy night club life for as long as his surgically-enhanced visage is still on "Around The Horn," he should consider wearing a disguise from now on.

PHOTO/EMAIL: Michael P.

It's usually because they're just so absurd or really lack even the most tenuous of news angles to give them the go-ahead. Other times it's because they're just absolute horseshit. But every Friday until we get sick of running them, we'll present to you some of these not-so-shiny gems. All items should be treated as [Sic'd]. Enjoy...

Good Thing He Didn't Wake Up, Or He Would Have Gone After You

Hello, I have two clear pictures of Jay Mariotti passed out on my friends couch during his after party at approximately 7 am last Saturday/Sunday morning(ed. Note. This is from September). Please let me know ASAP if your interested in obtaining these photos.

This Says A Lot About New York City's Public School System

My name is kareem rivers and I plain on goin to your college for many
reason to be a coach and be a basketball player iam very good in
basketball I my school I use to go to is franklin k lane high school
iama point guard and my coach names is peter banta contact him if u
interesting in a nother basketball player
—shawnprettyboy16

It's Just Not The Same

Subject: "Baby Mangiano"

Zombie Dirk

Sent from my iPhone

Sir, You Are An Idiot

I've been reading deadspin every morning since Berman was chasing leather. I've defended countless posts on your site as relevant to sports or that sports stars should be held to a higher standard. But I cannot even begin to understand how you could possibly think posting about someone's Mom committing suicide has any relevance to anyone other than the family and friends that surely have had to deal with one of the most painful experiences of their lives. There is nothing to be gained here but a few page visits and that is pathetic. I am ashamed of everyone I've been sending to your site for the past decade and I will never return until this post is rescinded.

The Sports Fella Fans Are Vocal

You guys should change the name of your website from Deadspin to "We wish we were Bill Simmons but we are not, so we are going to take pot shots and write jealous columns about him.com".
This is so transparent its not even funny. I wrote Dash about this a couple weeks ago and he said that he hadn't written any columns about the "The Sports Fella" that were truly negative. I guess we would have to argue over the definition of a negative article, but when it begins by mocking the guys nickname its not hard to guess where the rest of the column goes from there. I agree with everyting you guys say about the WWL, don't get me wrong, but Simmons is not on that team. He's not Bristol..
How about this: Simmons is entertaining (and just killing the much sought after younger male demo that most sites would sell thier wives and children for), Deadspin is entertaining also.
Leave it at that. Because while trying to prop your site up as being a true no BS site meanwhile shitting on Simmons every chance you get; you lose a shit ton of cred when you go after a dude who most of your readers find to be a funny and entertaining writer.
Who fucking cares what Simmons is doing? One word answer. Deadspin.

His book isn't some definitive telling of the game of basketball. Nothing with that much humor and smart ass in it can be judged with that set of criteria. Its one fans argument against another one. Nothing different than what happens in every bar on a Friday or Saturday night. The only difference is is that Simmons writes his stuff down. If people buy the book great, but don't go after it for something that its not.
By the way, I am a 27 year old male, work downtown Chicago and I don't get emails from buddies to alert me when Charles P. Pierce writes a new article (Who, oh the guy with middle initial, right, that guy).... I'm just saying. Love the website outside of all the "Sports Fella" BS though, thanks and keep killing it,
Austin

Definitely Should Be Part Of The Budget In 2010

I mean- I know you guys work for gawker, but conservatives really like sports too (besides NASCAR). I'm trying to convince the Packers that I'm the change at GM that they can believe in. We want Rush to own a football team, Shilling to be elected to Congress Linda McMahon to be elected to the senate etc..and since the WWL has some of the biggest libs working for it, it'd be a new avenue to hate them on. Seriously the liberal bias of ESPN may be worse than MSNBC. I know you all don't blog politically very often, I'm just asking for a little conservative spin.

Here's the email from our tipster who witnessed what (allegedly) went down. [Sic'd]:

last night was at an Akira fashion show at Underground Bar here in Chicago (my friend was in it). After it was over, we were having a drink and I end up seeing Jay Mariotti. (odd since I saw him about 3 weeks ago as well. Tis rare to have a Mariotti sighting here). He is with these two blond girls. (not hot). so he is getting all cozy with one of them being a complete creep. Kind of grinding and shit while giving back rubs. So just casually i said to this dude, who had no clue who mariotti was, that he was a national sports writer on espn....etc. So the kid takes a picture of him with his iphone.

Mariotti sees him and flips out. He is trying to get his phone to delete the photo. The kid is not budging. Keeps telling Mariotti "get the fuck away from me....i didn't take your picture loser." Mariotti wouldn't stop. So he lunges at the kid and tries to snatch the iphone. This started a scuffle between the two. A random girl was punching Mariotti on the head while the pushing and shoving was going on. The bouncers come flying in and take down Jay to the ground. Laid out flat on the floor with a gigantic 300 pound lineman type laying on him. Mariotti then gets the bums rush while yelling and screaming about how it wasn't his fault the whole time.

it was incredible. not sure what happened next , but i thought it was a funny situation.

We emailed Mariotti. He hasn't responded. Also, a rep from Underground Bar who was at the show last night said that he saw nothing "out of the ordinary" happen but also admitted he had no idea who Jay Mariotti was.

Our initial emailer is working on getting us the (alleged) photo snapped by his buddy. We'll keep you updated.

Also ... Not Chicago. In a somewhat surprising turn, the Second City became the Fourth City after being eliminated in the very first round of IOC voting. Tokyo went next and Madrid came in second.

Jay Mariotti on SportsCenter (from Copenhagen!) about the vote: "I don't need to tell people that when it comes to big events, sports teams, Chicago tends to lose the big one."

2016 Olympics decision day [BBC Live Blog]
O NO!! CHICAGO LOSES 2016 OLYMPICS [CBS2]
Rio de Janeiro wins 2016 Olympic Games in landslide over Madrid [USA Today]

UPDATE: IOC President Jacques Rogge makes the announcement:

Mariotti dubbed Matt Barkley the next great QB in SC's lineage of gun-slinging supermen after the Trojans' 53-point shellacking of San Jose State on Saturday. But since the jury is still out on Matt — his first career victory came against a WAC team that played .500 ball last year — Mariotti was forced to gush about the undeniable "sex appeal" oozing from Barkley's "blond hair and good looks."

Thanks for sharing your tastes, Jay.

What makes this man crush so creepy is the fact that Barkley is only 19. As Mariotti points out, Matt isn't even "old enough to grow more than peach-fuzz stubble on his face."

Is Cool Barkley Next Great College QB? [FanHouse]

Just as there was a Lesson, with a capital L, to be learned in Josh Hamilton's recovery from alcohol and drugs, there is an equally important Lesson to be learned in his near-downfall, according to pretty much everyone who has written about it. No one is angry, no one is sad, no one is laughing with the delight of schadenfreude, they are just "Disappointed." (With a capital D.)

"Josh Hamilton is human" in case you didn't know. He confessed immediately to his family, his coaches and his God. He blames no one but himself, which is both forthright and impressive from today's athlete. No one's faith has been shaken, because Josh's hasn't been either. Even the "Josh Hamilton Sucks" forum is filled with positive messages. Everyone has his back.

Jay Mariotti's heart "sank" when he heard the news. He is not angry. (Although he maybe blames Johnny Narron.) People with addiction are never not addicted, as you have also been reminded. It's a lifelong struggle, and Hambone's struggle will continue to unfold in front of us.

And that's good, because the Josh Hamilton story has been too triumphant to implode now. Sport needs it. America needs it.

The other thing everyone agrees on is that no matter what Hamilton did in that bar, he's still better than the people who photographed it and passed them around. Like the "scum-laden photographer" whose karmic debt will soon be paid. The "Jezebels"—and not the good kind—who seduced and encouraged the unsuspecting innocent. (Seriously, this guy basically just called them whores.) And let's not forget the "gotcha web sites" (i.e., the one you're reading) that wallow in others misery. The internet is a bigger cesspool then Maloney's, but don't worry. We'll get ours.

That's how you handle a world that puts a camera in your keyhole, that demands the end of your privacy and free will because you happen to do something well. You look it right in the eye and make it blink, as all cowards do.

But Hamilton didn't seem interested in revenge. Besides, he has a much more menacing enemy, the one that wrestles for control of his impulses.

He's talking about The Devil. It's good to know that bloggers still rate below him on the evil scale.

Texas Rangers' Hamilton's story of salvation adds a chapter [Dallas Morning News]
Hamilton displays more character than those who exposed his weakness [OC Register]
Hamilton's stumble only says his story is unfinished [Star-Telegram]
Josh Hamilton's Triumphant Tale Too Special to Implode Now [Jay Mariotti]
The Roar of the Crowd [The Takeaway]

It's only a matter of time before Jay scrambles back to the newspapers he declared dead, so let's just try to enjoy the last few weeks of Jay Mariotti screaming on the Internet about how people who scream on the Internet are terrible.

I, for one, cannot wait for another medium to be invented, so that Mariotti will nonsensically destroy it, before resigning himself to succumbing to its siren song, before destroying it again. There is no medium that can handle Jay Mariotti. It's not the screens that got big: It's Mariotti that got small. Or something. I can never carry that metaphor to its conclusion.

But is it it enough to get him in the Hall of Fame? Seventy five percent is the threshold for induction. Vote below: Polls will be open through the weekend.

If you're unfamiliar, AutoSummarize is an aggressively useless tool that, with a few clicks of the keyboard, will summarize for lazy fifth-graders whatever report they just plagiarized out of the Encyclopedia Britannica. It will also reduce a fulminating columnist's prose to its purest essence.

Here is Mariotti's latest, at 10 percent:

This is the decade when sports stopped being about sports. Am I blaming sports bloggers and their commenters that a very disturbed person secretly videotaped Andrews as she was standing nude in her hotel room, then posted the five-minute video on the Internet? Unlike one of the Erin-consumed leeches — who admitted this week, "I have never met Erin Andrews,'' — I have met her as an ESPN colleague. I've seen Katie Couric wear shorter dresses. I'm a girl that loves sports. How can she return to a hotel room without wondering if someone's peeping? How can she live wondering 24/7 if someone is leering? I wouldn't blame her if she left the sports business and entered the entertainment world. A blog said I was with a "semi-hot blonde'' at an NBA party; she was a public-relations person for a player marketing a charity game. A blog recklessly ran items that weren't remotely true when I left the Chicago Sun-Times.

OK, I think I see what he's driving at. Let's take this down to 5 percent, though:

This is the decade when sports stopped being about sports. Am I blaming sports bloggers and their commenters that a very disturbed person secretly videotaped Andrews as she was standing nude in her hotel room, then posted the five-minute video on the Internet? I've seen Katie Couric wear shorter dresses. I'm a girl that loves sports. How can she return to a hotel room without wondering if someone's peeping?

Still, there's a lot of noise in there. Here's Mariotti, at 1 percent:

This is the decade when sports stopped being about sports. I'm a girl that loves sports.

Hmm. Well, that's interesting, and it certainly adds a personal dimension to Mariotti's deeply felt rage at "the sex-and-objectification culture" invented by blogs and only blogs (none of them affiliated, mind you, with his "respectable, globally regarded site"). I'd point out that this "sex-and-objectification culture" could also be attributed to Renaissance painters and probably anyone with a penis during the Pleistocene Era, but that'd be unfair of me. He's just a little girl who loves sports, not history.

Lesson of Erin Andrews: Grow Up, Boys! [Respectable, Globally Regarded Site]

It's usually because they're just so absurd or really lack even the most tenuous of news angles to give them the go-ahead. Other times it's because they're just absolute horseshit. But every Friday until we get sick of running them, we'll present to you some of these not-so-shiny gems. All items should be treated as [Sic'd]. Enjoy...

Jay Mariotti: Cad

(Ed. note: Here is an IM conversation between myself and a lovely lady who shared a recent run-in with Jay Mariotti, the soon-to-be Blog Star Of The Chicago Tribune. Some of this has been edited to protect the innocent, but the story is too amusing to pass up. Enjoy.)

AJD: Spill, please
NICE YOUNG LADY:knew about around the horn, whatever, but I certainly didn't know or care who was on it
NICE YOUNG LADY: I pretty much told all of this to mariotti who goes off on how he's a huge star
and how he relates to [NFL Players] because he fears cameras and photos taken of him in clubs as well
NICE YOUNG LADY: and how he can't be spotted with alcoholic beverages (like the one he was holding) because ESPN would ream him out
NICE YOUNG LADY: (unlikely)
NICE YOUNG LADY: and how it's really tough to be so well known
NICE YOUNG LADY:and famous
AJD: Really.
NICE YOUNG LADY: and have everyone up in your grill
NICE YOUNG LADY: I am paraphrasing
NICE YOUNG LADY: he did not use the word "grill"
AJD:Yes.
NICE YOUNG LADY: and he's divorced
NICE YOUNG LADY: and got my number
AJD:Nuh uh.
NICE YOUNG LADY: You cannot use any of this verbatim
NICE YOUNG LADY: CANNOT
....

NICE YOUNG LADY: I would NEVER EVER EVER EVER
EVERRRRRRRRR [hook up with him]

NICE YOUNG LADY:besides I think he had a girlfriend there
NICE YOUNG LADY: some blonde
NICE YOUNG LADY: anyway ... so we talked for quite some time
and he's going on about his schedule, how he films 250 days a year
NICE YOUNG LADY:how it's so intense.
NICE YOUNG LADY: and he makes me WATCH A CLIP ON HIS PHONE
AJD:REALLY
NICE YOUNG LADY: I am not making this up.
NICE YOUNG LADY: okay, now I feel like a gossiping bitch. Am I being a gossiping bitch?
NICE YOUNG LADY:I sort of am.
AJD: Not at all!

Step Inside The Mind Of Tommy Scraggs

(Original doodle before this.)

Plaxico Being Shady? Get Out Of Here!

I live in South Florida and saw none other than mr. plaxico burress on Monday night...albeit briefly...and under VERY SUSPICOUS circumstances. Scene: Crabby Jacks (Pompano Beach). Plax pulls up on his black moped/motorcycle hybrid and comes inside (no one recognizes him as this is a real "good ol" boy type place, but they have great wings and cheap beer!). He goes outside and sits at the bar by himself but DOES NOT order drink(s) and/or food. Crabby's is the type of place where everyone is "partying". A big russian mobster type looking guy comes up and gives plax a big hug...and this is where it gets good....passes off something to Plax!! Plax quickly gets on his bike and takes off down federal highway....I tried to take a camera pic but could not get one quick enough....

BOTTOM LINE: From my "experience"...it was obvious that Plax was picking up a bag of cha-cha...

PS
Even after plax left...it was obvious that mr. "russian mobster" and his crew were "partying"

Crazy Joe Devanna Still Angry, Crazy

The Herd Is Strong

Fred Boone, Ladies And Gentlemen

An Angry Sauna Would Like Us To Pass A Message Along To Jeff Pearlman

MasterSaunas: You're the douche bag for writing such an article, you rely on athletes and then talk shit when someone retires….fuck off pearlboy…clark had more talent in his left nut then you do in your entire body. Why don't you talk to clark in private if you have a problem instead of spewing onto the internet your deadspin claim…too bad you didn't remember the rest of the verbal beat down you took after the no screw you…..jackass…

ME: What article are you referring to, sir?

MasterSaunas: pearlman...about Will Clark...what an asshole this pearlman is....anybody
can write an article or have an opinion, but pearlman should keep his
thoughts to himself.

Very funny that someone farted in his face though....maybe he should get a
clue...or maybe it's just a vendetta situation with him...like a scorned
women or little boy, maybe the fart wasn't meant for him, pass this email on
to him....

Mariotti's flirtation with hopping over to the Tribune side began last August. On the way out of the Sun-Times, no one was spared. He torched the newspaper industry as a whole. His former employer. His former colleagues. This was expected because, as you may have noticed, Mariotti's created a cottage industry for insufferable prickdom.

In January, he stuck firm to his down-with-newspapers crusade when he joined AOL's Fanhouse as a regular columnist. The new digs gave him more real estate to spew Mariotti crappage and the clout to piss all over the print industry whenever he got ornery. Yesterday's column was particularly galling because he seemed to forget that he was writing for a blog altogether when he belatedly opined on the Jerod Morris-Ibanez ordeal with laughable ignorance and extreme prejudice toward the "reckless idiots" who spread unfounded rumors and speculation from the safety of a blood relative's cellar or what have you. Of course, many of Fanhouse's writers weren't happy about this, since the column pretty much bashed them too (two weeks late). But Mariotti is a professional. He's trained in libel law. He drives a Dodge Stratus. So he says. Mariotti was so off in his criticism and approach he even managed to briefly turn long-time Emeritus basher Gerard Cosloy of Can't Stop The Bleeding-infamy into a Will Leitch sympathizer. Brilliant.

Now, onto the Tribune rumor. According to sources at that paper and other Chicago newspaperland employees, Mariotti's going to jump over to the Trib-owned "Chicago Now" blog operation as soon as that pesky Sun-Times non-compete clause ends in August. Chicago Now is overseen by Bill Adee, a former Sun-Times sports editor, and the man who was heavily lobbying the Zell-owned paper to snap up Mariotti last year. He hearts Jay.

Once this is finalized (they apparently already have mock-ups of Mariotti's page prepared), what will become of the Fanhouse column? This is still shrouded in mystery, sadly. Fanhouse ed's won't talk about it. And even a well-intended email to Jay Mariotti himself (at his personal AOL email address — what a company man) was not returned. Bill Adee over at the Tribune also wouldn't respond to an email inquiry either so unfortunately this post will most likely fall into the Reckless Idiot category even though its intentions were good. Alas, I was forced to solicit comment from the Chicago Tribune's communications coordinator, Kate Mersman, about the Mariotti move. She responded via email with a very polite "no comment."

But as Mariotti knows, being a long-time professional and all that, "no comment" responses to direct, succinct queries generally mean that the underlying stories are true. At least, in my unprofessional opinion.

I thank him because he did the sportswriting profession proud in his three years on Monday Night Football. Kornheiser technically isn't a sportswriter anymore, having escaped the dying newspaper business like many of us, but when he was hired for one of the most high-profile assignments in sports television, he was dismissed by many viewers and critics as a columnist painfully out of his league.

As it turned out, he often carried the prime-time broadcast with his sharp observations and well-grooved wit, providing the background knowledge necessary to pull off the sideshow shtick. ... Kornheiser, a journalist at heart, knew that the style couldn't exist without the substance.

...

I'm sad to say that no one's going to be putting another sportswriter in that booth or any other booth. Kornheiser is the first and last of a breed.

The column is a bro-hug from one increasingly irrelevant sports columnist-cum-TV personage to another, which I suppose is sad in its own way. But then here comes Mariotti, basically using Kornheiser to loudly proclaim his own value in this modern age, when "the written word stopped being more powerful than the spoke word."

I am one of those writers — a regular on Around The Horn, the lively, seven-seasons-and-running debate show that precedes PTI on weekday afternoons — and our target audience of thirtysomethings, twentysomethings and teens clearly likes to watch more than read. ... AOL has an enormous monthly audience of sports readers on FanHouse, and when the site launches video, that's when quantum leaps in viewership will take place. It's a video age.

Point being, the people on the video screen have to be informative and compelling.

People like Tony Kornheiser, Mariotti writes, and here's wagering he can think of another. The psychologists, I believe, call this projection.

Admit it: You'll Miss Kornheiser on MNF [FanHouse]