Jay Mariotti: A model of consistency…
Sure he is reviled. The butt (sorry, I guess using that word could be construed as casting homophobic and derogatory remarks at Jay, huh?) of many jokes. The target of a petition campaign to have him 86’d at his job. But why? I mean, he’s just a sports columnist. Nothing more. Although, maybe, less. But really, why all the hate?
Often, people that are constantly critical and perpetuate the attitude that they are never wrong, that their opinion is the only one of value, find themselves the target of dislike. You know, the guy in high school that never played football. But KNEW everything there was to know about the game. Well, everything except what it is like to get the wind knocked out of you after a bone crunching hit, or how tedious it got in the off season spending hour after hour in the weight room and on the track. You know that guy. The one that could tell you what you needed to do to get bigger, faster and stronger to become a better football player, yet his training regimen consisted of eating twinkies in one hand and yanking his vienna sausage with the other while watching Baywatch. The one that would explain why the coach was terrible. Yet he had never been on any sort of sports team and had never had any sort of interaction with a coach of any type. That guy. That guy is Jay.
I’m not saying you need to have been an ex-pro jock to write about sports. But what I am saying is: You have to at least like sports and it wouldn’t hurt to have played at some level, so you can at least have some idea of what it is like. I don’t know if Jay ever really played sports, but I don’t think he likes sports. Jay‘s love is to opine and criticize. With some columnists, their passion for the game shines through. With Jay, his passion to whine, bitch, gripe and criticize are the guiding light. Some would call the light which guides Jay: negativity.
I think a large part of Jay’s negative criticism is due to that fact that it is a lot easier to play armchair QB and criticize than it is to make positive predictions that hold true (see the King Me post about fantasy tips). And when Jay makes positive comments that later turn out to be wrong, well, he responds viciously and angrily. Why? Maybe because he feels personally insulted that he said something nice or positive and….well, it fell apart. Here is a recent example. And I am sure you could find plenty if you have a stomach that is ironclad and muster up the intestinal fortitude to slosh through the catalogue of bile and tripe that is Jay’s archive.
The better idea is to savor an awesome start and realize there are no apparent worries -- running game, check; Cedric Benson's ego, check; Grossman's poise, check -- before the litmus tests arrive in New York and New England. – Jay Mariotti October 30
“All I know is, this is the pressure point where your quarterback must rise up, a time when perfection has faded into an inevitable mirage and no amount of TV profiles and magazine covers can help the defense stop the run. Now more than ever, this is where Rex Grossman has to carry the cause, as all the good ones do, while football America and much of a dazed Chicago wonders if the Bears are just another mercurial riddle in a volatile league..” –Jay Mariotti November 6
What a difference a week makes. One week, all is well, he even said, “no worries” and praised the QB's poise. Then the Bears crap the bed against the Dolphins and the world as he knows it ceases to exist. Now the Bears are likened to mirages and riddles. One week. That is all the time that passed between those two columns. Webster’s could not more aptly define fickle.
And that takes us back to why people hate Mariotti. Think about it: gripey, whiney, negative, critical, fickle and bitchy. Who the hell likes that? For most guys, we get that from our significant other. And we only put up with it because she's good in bed. Who needs that from a sports columnist?
No if’s, and’s or butt’s about it: Ozzie was right. Mariotti is a fag.