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[dzuunmod]

One of the most accomplished sports writers at the most prestigious newspaper in the world was at Wimbledon during that tennis match on Sunday. His column from yesterday reads slightly like something I would have handed to Mrs. Deachman when I was 12, explaining why my homework wasn't done. I give you William C. Rhoden of the New York Times:

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[dzuunmod]

Something like that here too.

The other two people that normally occupy this office are out on lunch right now. So I took the opportunity to turn up the AC.

[dzuunmod]

So, you just wanna have, like, an email conversation right here in the open for everyone to see? :p

Too bad you can't pick up free beer after work. That's sort of what I did yesterday.

[savestheworld]

"Okay. Seriously. What kind of fucking sports journalist is in London - at Wimbledon - and walks out before the trophies are presented?"
probably one who is getting fired!

[dzuunmod]

Well, we can hope. But this guy has the kind of stature that will probably get him out of this.

[vawawwee]

It's a windy 24 here! Perfect.

[wendykh]

I'm reading this and just totally fucking enraged this man will get to keep his job. Fucking dirtbag. And I can't get a job throwing thepersona's crumpled paper in the trash bin.

[dzuunmod]

I'd like to go on a vacation where they pay me to watch whatever sports happens to be on TV as I crawl through the pubs of London.

[dzuunmod]

And the thing is - as I reread it - it's not great writing. There is no real insight here for anyone who watched even part of the match. Everything that he writes about the actual play on the court (as opposed to which pub he was passing by) is really, plain as day.