This was something I meant to write last week, but the snow scrambled my brain. You could argue that it's all so out-of-date that I shouldn't even bother, but I figure if Peter Vescey and Tony Kornheiser want the world to know they remain obsessed with Mike Wise, who am I to get in their way?
First Vecsey. The New York Post wordsmith has found himself incapable of writing about Gilbert Arenas without referring to a certain Washington Post columnist, because we all know that New York Post readers care about nothing so much as they do Mike Wise.
"Here's the thing about Gilbert Arenas' Washington Post op-ed mea culpa....there's no 'mea' in it," Vecsey scribbled last week. "Unlike his weapons, his fingerprints were nowhere near this tripe. I would wager my last bit of AIG bonus money that Arenas' take on Le Cage aux Firearms was crafted by any number of people on his payroll....oily attorney, slimier Wa-Po columnist. Hell, President TelePrompter ad libs more."
I agree that it was tripe. I'd tend to disagree that Mike Wise is on Gilbert's payroll, or that he's slimy. Also, if Vecsey has proof that Wise actually wrote something that appeared in print under Gilbert's name, I'd be mighty interested. Maybe Kendrick "Bookie Ball" Long told him 'twas so.
Then Kornheiser. I realize he refers to Wise on a weekly basis, but I thought this little bit of dialog with Mike Wilbon concerning the Obama handshakes was particularly nice.
"He doesn't make it easy just by disappearing. He engages people," Wilbon said, discussing his Obama handshake.
"I'm sure that poseur sportswriters tried to get up to him also," Kornheiser interjected.
"You know, I'm not going there," Wilbon said, because he has class.
So there ya have it. Couple of New York sportswriters who can't keep Wise's name out of their mouths. Seriously, these fellas talk more about Mike Wise than I do about Clinton Portis. Maybe we should all enter therapy together.