Mar 12, 2014
ESPN Is the Diva, Favre Is Just an Old Pro With a Bum Ankle
Posted on Aug 22, 2010
By Mark Heisler
When a delegation of teammates went to Kiln and talked him into returning, local TV stations were on the tarmac in Minneapolis to shoot Favre’s arrival on a white corporate jet.
Walking through the camera crews, the players climbed into a black BMW SUV (with placekicker Ryan Longwell at the wheel, as local stories noted).
News helicopters then followed the SUV’s progress. Tweeted bemused Viking tight end Visanthe Shiancoe, “Where is the bronco.”
Of course, that was O.J. Simpson’s Bronco, in what was then unprecedented coverage of a sensational story but is now just routine.
“Only it wasn’t his [Favre’s] tragedy,” narrated Connelly. “It was ours and yours. How much could we take?”
Actually, as painful as it is for the press, that’s why remotes have channel changers and could be one reason God invented fish.
Favre then held his usual happy-go-lucky news conference and went back to being the favorite he was before, almost.
Had his ankle improved enough to have announced his return two weeks before, it all would have been over and Deadspin might not have gone with its story, alleging Favre sent photos of his penis to Jets sideline reporter Jenn Sterger, a former Dallas Cowboy cheerleader.
Deadspin Editor A.J. Daulerio pushed Sterger into going public with the story she told him—in a confidence he honored for six months—saying they were close to running it and naming her, with or without her participation.
“Not trying to dick you over,” wrote Daulerio in an e-mail to Sterger, which he included in his story, “but there was no way I was going to sit on it forever, either.”
This prompted an ethical examination by no less than the Poynter Institute, one of the last bastions of journalism standards.
Not that it was necessary. Daulerio had forthrightly explained why he did it in his story—“I’m a dick”—although he might have added “with no ethics.”
Ethics are now a quaint concept in journalism, which is, in turn, another quaint concept. Now, as Martin Sheen said in “Apocalypse Now,” it’s “like handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500.”
On the other hand, taste notwithstanding, truth is always a defense.
Still, if you weren’t hooked in by Deadspin’s bare-midriff photo of Sterger, or the more provocative shots that bloomed on the Internet, it was enough to make you wish for the dog days of old. Slow as they were, at least Western civilization didn’t seem like it was going into the toilet.
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