Reilly says Walseth told him, "'I think your parents should've taught you this. And if they haven't taught you this, I'm going to teach it to you. Because at that moment, he became a father to me, which I hadn't had. Read an excerpt from "Tiger, Meet My Sister Host Ryan Warner will take the stage for a show resembling our Holiday Extravaganzas of yore this time with masks and vaccinations. For performers and ticket information, click here.
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Listen Live. The only way to explain the appalling kicker in Reilly's Redskins column -- "Kind of like a reservation," you remember it -- is to understand it as pure, abstracted rhetoric. Take it seriously, and it's thunderously dumb and utterly without perspective.
But what indication is there that Reilly took this column -- anything about it, from the weight of the shameful, centuries-spanning betrayal of Native Americans in the United States on down -- at all seriously? Speaking of which:. As a feature writer, Reilly's genius was for spending time with cartoonish, mostly unappealing subjects like Marge Schott or Bryant Gumbel and pulling some recognizable humanity out of them. As a columnist, Reilly has not been nearly as patient, or as willing to allow things to surface in their own time.
Where true things once emerged in his writing, Reilly now grimly thrusts various themes -- Liberal Hypocrisy; Redemption; A Father's Love -- to the front, dourly muttering golf jokes to himself all the while. Some of this is on him, but a lot of it reflects the constraints of his current gig. When Reilly is mawkish, his columns scan treacly and false-bottomed. When Reilly is huffy and righteous, his columns aren't much better, though he at least seems legitimately pissy.
Though never about the thing he's writing about, which clearly does not interest him. Either way, his job as he seems to understand it is strictly farming heirloom species of Hot Take. It is a rote gig, and one that may not suit him. Which is not to say he couldn't still write good things. The greatest sports dynasty of the '90s may or may not be about to hang it up, but behind the scenes the Chicago Bulls' season has certainly felt like a farewell tour.
After winning the British Open, Ian Baker-Finch lost his game and, in a desperate effort to find it, nearly lost his mind. To read more of Rick Reilly's articles, click here. Rich Paul says the three-time All-Star is not ready to play right now. The former Browns star seems to have sent a lot of texts on Thursday, ranging from Taylor Swift's Red album release to the iconic Wicked Witch of the East debate.
When Reilly asked Scott for a Twitter shout-out, it just seemed so out of touch. And in an Internet culture that demands you know what " Ermahgerd " and " All Your Base Are Belong to Us " means, being out of touch is a fast way to alienate yourself. Seriously, you never want to be out of touch. Another way you can appear to be an Internet square is to write long, pretentious articles about media practices. Avoid those snoozers. But I digress. Let's give Reilly some credit here— he tried to have a sense of humor about the entire ordeal:.
Namely, before you look foolish on national television. Hit me up on Twitter—my tweets can handle as many Hall of Fame egos as you like.
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