A Cry For Help?

Ahhh, those lazy summer Sundays. A time when those of us who haven't invested our lives in covering children's games we've grown to actively hate spend time taking the dog for a walk, having a BBQ with friends, or just lounging around the house.

Pity TEH COX, whose singleminded psychosis against all things Toronto does not allow him a moment's respite. Sunday's "blog" entry (silly Web 1.5 me tends to think of blogs as forums for discussion, not echo chambers in which media types edit reader comments) sees TorStar's Ahab once again setting off after his White Whale:

Interesting that MLSE has produced yet another team that successfully draws fans but can't win. What a remarkably inept sports organization, yet the footie faithful haven't hestitated even momentarily to jump aboard.

(Wow - 21-3 in shots. Those are like Leaf-Devil totals).

But now that the soccer screamers should be quieted, you have to believe, for at least a day, time to move on to other more meaningful topics.

Such as, isn't this Tiger Woods vs. Roger Federer as the greatest individual athlete in sports getting interesting?"

Since only one of them is an athlete, I'm gonna have to say no. But I digress. The lunacy of this column, in which Cox castigates a first year expansion team, with five starters injured, for its lack of success, boggles.

Imagine if he'd been around way back in '77...

"Yesterday, the visiting Boston Red Sox hammered the Blue Jays 11-4 at Exhibition Stadium. The Jays dropped to 23-48 in front of 25 000 deluded baseballists who must be too stupid to realize how crappy this team is.

Now to the real sports news - do you like Chi Chi Rodriguez or Rod Laver?"

The logicians in the audience will point out that Cox, for some reason has forgotten two cardinal rules of sports (and sports ownership):

1. All expansion teams suck at first

2. Not all people go to games to see a winner. Lots of people go because they like the sport, or (here's the real brainbuster for DC Talk) to have a good time.

But logic has no place in a discussion of Damien Cox and MLSE. I imagine when it comes to this subject, he just can help himself. Even if it means writing a blog that repeatedly dismisses the largest Toronto sports story of the summer while insulting a significant portion of the Toronto sporting public, the squirming toad that wriggles inside Damien's brain at the mention of words like "Quinn," "Tanenbaum," "Toronto," or "fun" won't let him rest until he scribbles out these meanspirited little entries, and then lies on the couch spent, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling, unsure of what just happened.

Friends, we've only just begun, but it seems we've started this blog at a critical juncture. On Sunday's evidence, I give about two weeks before he starts signing his entries "Courage."

Courage.