This strange headline sums up my view of the lop-sided world of sports coverage.
Stay with me here, and I’ll explain.
The front page of Wednesday’s sports section was largely devoted to the topic of Ken Griffey Jr and the burning question: Did Junior cop some Z’s during the game? Perhaps the better question, given the M’s performance at the plate this season, would be how many people, including Junior, were napping at Safeco last Saturday?
Meanwhile, buried somewhere deep in the same section, was the story of Sami Salo. Salo is a gritty and skilled defensemen for the Vancouver Canucks, a hockey team deep into the second round of the NHL playoffs and less than 200 miles to our north. This brief article told the story of Salo’s valiant effort to block a slapshot by a Chicago Blackhawks player.
Salo proned himself on the ice directly in the path of the round chunk of vulcanized rubber traveling 100 mph and—I can’t even write this without cringing—ruptured a testicle.
But here’s the thing about Sami Salo and his testicle: they both showed up to play the next night!
I don’t know about you, but I would much rather spend my time reading about the courage (or stupidity; po-tay-to, po-tah-to) of a pro choosing to dress for a playoff game in a contact sport with a possible ruptured testicle, rather than the bickering about a pro who may or may not have slept during a regular season game.
I really could care less about The Nap.