Mike Lupica is a Horse's Ass

Mike Lupica, sports writer and gun-fearing wussy, manages to turn the death of Steve McNair into an anti-gun rant. A pretty disjointed one, at that.

He says things like:

Now McNair dies the way he dies and shows you that a gun in the wrong hand is still the greatest equalizer of all.

Mike, what the hell does that even mean? You talk about McNair and his humble beginnings, then whip out this crap? A gun in the wrong hand is still just a gun - the hand (and the person holding attached to it) bears all responsibility in how that gun is used.

Then we read:

Where did the gun come from? Where it always comes from: Somewhere.

Alllllrighty then, Mike. The gun came from somewhere. Got it. Very insightful. You slid this one past the editor, didn't you?

If you were to read the whole thing, you'd swear this was two different stories that somehow got scrambled up. Part biography, part murder report, with some Brady - like talking points thrown in for good measure. There's even a segue into tennis for some reason. Oh, here's why:

They [the Williams sisters] are as famous around the world as McNair was in football and it did nothing to save their sister when bullets started flying one night in Compton.

Compton? Newsflash, Mike. That's not the safest place in the world to hang out. Lotsa gangstas. Take a drive down there sometime and see how long it takes before you're dodging bullets.

Mike takes the tried and true approach of blaming the gun, not the shooter. I think it's a twist on the old saying "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

Mike finally winds up with this:

He is the 36th homicide victim in Nashville this year. That is down from 41 at the same time last year.

Only in a country of gun lovers is that considered progress.

And only in the mind of a disconnected, pontificating sports reporter is it not.

Thanks to SayUncle for the pointer.

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