Bob Ryan is that once-revered, 'old coot' Boston Globe sportswriter. The public only enjoyed reading him because, well, back in the day the information pipelines were monopolized; and he was the best of the worst. The internet and the explosion of non-traditional media has thankfully outed him for the poseur that he always was.
Today he's rambling about Tiger Woods - about how worse than lying to and cheating on his wife is the fact that Tiger has become the butt of *jokes*!
Here's the problem.
You're allowed to falter. You're allowed to screw up. You're allowed to deceive. You're even allowed to lose, once in a while.
But you cannot allow yourself to become a cartoon.
He then attempts to draw a parallel prediction to NBA standout Dennis Rodman - a man whose antics eclipsed his accomplishments.
Is Tiger really in this category?
Well, Bob Ryan writes:
Tiger has more than likely moved into that category. Being a garden variety philanderer who legitimately falls out of love with his legally-wedded wife and into love with another woman is something people can understand, perhaps even relate to. But when you compile a dossier like his, with porn stars and blond bombshells of little personal substance, and your private e-mails and cell phone messages are out there for all to read and hear, you have entered into another category.
That's where I think Tiger is already. He's a joke, a punch line, a cartoon. That's the last thing you want to be, and I'm not sure it's reversible.
Well Ryan, most ironically, has become sort of a cartoon character in his own right in Boston. Everywhere he goes surely people ask themselves, "Why the bleep did I ever care about HIS take on last night's game???"
Though personally, I never, EVER cared much for him.
You know, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, he wrote an article bemoaning that potentially the worst consequence of the disaster was that *many of his favorite restaurants might never re-open*!
And he also got in hot water dissing Jason Kidd's wife. Story here.
Some years ago, I used to harass him all the time over email - as did plenty of other blogger-types. But now, he's so pronouncedly irrelevant that most everybody ignores him.
Fame is indeed a slender reed to lean on....and that goes for all of them.
See also - Bob Ryan - Senility On Full Display.
(Some blogger here says that Bob Ryan hasn't written a basketball article in two months!)
D Bags, the lot of 'em.
In the mid 70's I had the misfortune of taking a course with Ryan while getting my masters degree at BU's school of broadcasting. He was only perhaps 3 or 4 years older than I and apparently, as I was a rather attractive young woman he felt duty-bound to hit on me. He was cocky and supercilious and a barely adequate teacher, and does not appear to have altered much over the years, beyond going gray.
I can't imagine Bob Ryan ever had any success with the ladies.
A lot of pimple-faced pubescent males (sports nerds) may have had him in their dreams, but that's probably it.
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