All day long, I keep seeing social-media reminders that I should be ashamed — the world is paying attention to Manti Te’o, and not to the
Notre Dame St. Mary’s girl who said she was raped! This is terrible, etc. etc.
I won’t apologize. This story takes Crazy to a whole new level. An invented tragic girlfriend is one thing, but an almost entirely hoodwinked sports media is quite another, and truth be told, I’m getting more pleasure out of watching the spinning by august outlets like Sports Illustrated and ESPN. A friend of mine asked me today, how could this happen? For a couple of reasons, which I mentioned in comments yesterday. First, because once something is reported, the chances of it being re-reported fall pretty sharply. There are, simply put, a lot of hacks out there. There are also a lot of overworked reporters doing more with less. And let’s also remember: There’s less and less time. For everything. But there’s no doubt that many people who should have known better failed to follow up, and missed what was sitting in plain sight. Which makes it a good story with a creamy layer of good-second-story icing.
And also, a lot of great Twitter action:
Since he’s Mormon, it’s possible Te’o has multiple fake girlfriends.
— Mick Farrell (@StumpWoodley) January 17, 2013
If Manti Te’o is really that naive, they should invent a new word: naivete’o
— Ben Greenman (@bengreenman) January 17, 2013
If you think it’s impressive that AJ McCarron’s girlfriend was Miss Alabama 2012, Manti Te’o’s girlfriend was Miss Narnia 2009, 2010 & 2011.
— She Ratchet (@RatchetAfrican) January 17, 2013
And so I would like to close out this week and start primping for the Charity Preview. I went out and bought some department-store foundation, a splurge for me. But I cannot deny it — this Almay drugstore crap just doesn’t blend. Because tomorrow is payday, I also went for a new lipstick, because that’s the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull. And as it usually takes seven hours to make me presentable, I’d better sign off now. But first, some links:
Six theories to explain why Te’o did it. A nice little condensation.
OID: Necromancy in the Motor City, or how a 93-year-old corpse ended up in his son’s freezer.
As long as we’re harshing on national magazines, did anyone getta loada Esquire’s profile of Megan Fox? Vice did.
You know what really makes a man’s outfit? A fancy watch. The Rolex Romeos speak:
Mike, who earned $400,000 last year, including a $120,000 bonus, even admits to driving his Lexus LS around the Jersey Shore in the summer, the windows rolled down and his wrist hanging out, on display.
“[The girls] will cheer and wave when they see my big watch,” he laughs. “It’s right out of a rap video!”
Have a good weekend, all.