New York’s Daily News has been on a tear of late in its campaign to crush Roger Clemens, issuing daily revelations of his reported adultery and pathological hypocrisy, and the rest of the sports media has been glad to climb aboard the bulldozer aimed at the now smaller-than-life Texan. This is not a defense of Clemens’ apparently reckless and extraordinarily selfish lifestyle—and the allegations of his affair with a teenager when he was a 28-year-old Red Sox pitcher are truly creepy—but I’d rather not know the details. Unfortunately, if you follow baseball as closely as I do, in particular the ups and downs of the Red Sox (thumbs up) and Yankees (big toes down), it’s impossible to escape the almost daily denunciations of columnists posing as priests. Another recent unnecessary “news” story was that Alex Rodriguez passed out while his wife was in labor with their first daughter in 2004. Who cares?While I can be found gawking myself on occasion, I tend to agree with Smith. It's one thing if the private behavior is truly reprehensible, criminal, or causes an impact on the performance of the team, but I simply can't get too worked up about someone having an extra drink or two, getting squeamish at an inopportune time, being caught performing an unfortunate song at a karaoke bar, or most of what else passes for coverage in the minds of some editors. A quick mention of such silliness? Fine, especially if it's accompanied by true wit. But it's not the sort of thing on which to base five-piece investigative reports (or entire blogs for that matter).
Read to the end of Smith's piece, by the way, for some fun spleen about player jewelry. At first glance you might think focusing on that sort of thing runs contrary to his plea to focus on the game, but at least giant chains are an on-the-field issue.