Well. I return from a seminar at which I learned strategies to teach my 6-year-old daughter with Down syndrome how to read -- fascinating topic, by the way, literacy in children with intellectual disabilities -- and I see two huge sports stories blew up while I was away.
Mariano Rivera: I saw the video of the masterful and classy Yankees closer getting injured during batting practice last night. I winced, but didn't think too much of it. Today, it seems his career might be over after news that he tore his ACL and meniscus. Terrible, terrible news for anyone who respects sports greatness and can appreciate a true professional who -- for years and years -- consistently put teammates and his faith first.
The injury almost certainly will sideline Rivera for the remainder of the season, a season that he had said might be his last. Surely he will not want his 18-year career to end this way, but Rivera, 42, is a man of immense faith. He may consider the injury a sign from above, accept his destiny and move on with his life.
“At this point, I don’t know,” a visibly distraught Rivera told reporters Thursday night. “You have to face this first.”
Phil Mushnick: Seems my old colleague has gotten himself in some trouble. I love Mushnick. His columns are usually treasures -- he can be a little biting, sure, but I get it. He's old New York. He's cranky. He doesn't stand for media folks being lazy, and he will pile on. (In writing, that is. Never met a more cheerful, friendly fellow in person.) Also, I love the editors in the New York Post sports department. Many of them taught me to write and report. They treated me with great respect and patience, even though I was the only woman in the department and was pretty naive about a lot of things. They edit with seriousness.
But this is going to cause some problems, no doubt.
In a column printed today, Mushnick went after Nets part owner Jay-Z with some strong language.
As long as the Nets are allowing Jay-Z to call their marketing shots — what a shock that he chose black and white as the new team colors to stress, as the Nets explained, their new “urban” home — why not have him apply the full Jay-Z treatment?
Why the Brooklyn Nets when they can be the New York N------s? The cheerleaders could be the Brooklyn B----hes or Hoes. Team logo? A 9 mm with hollow-tip shell casings strewn beneath. Wanna be Jay-Z hip? Then go all the way!
Yikes. It's the talk of the Twitterverse here in NY. New York magazine weighs in with:
Next-level satire about out-of-touch critiques of hip-hop culture, or the latest old white guy to stumble way over the line? This is an easy one.
What do you folks think? I put it in the category of Rush's comment on Sandra Fluke, and Don Imus's comment about the Rutgers women's basketball team a few years back. Both comments got those folks in some hot water. How hot? Deservedly hot? Hard to tell.