Erin Andrews and the Cubs locker room: Discuss

There was the time a coach ... err, nothing cool like that ever happened to me.

But when I was up in the Upper Valley 2 years ago -- as a shumpy, porky 285-pounder -- I walked into a gym one night to cover a hoops game, wobbled past the student section, and one of the football players blurted, "Hey, Songbird, congratulations." I said, "Thanks, but for what?" And he said, "On being pregnant!" Said student section full of athletes laughs at my expense. I laugh, too. And that was the night I decided to get to where I am now.

 

BTW, the Mike Nadel I've met on several occasions is neither bitter, jealous or "a loser." He seems to be a really good guy who is extremely popular among his colleagues.

That doesn't mean he can't write a bad column, but my God, the character assassinations and psychological profiling going on here remind me of the garbage that lunatic college football fans post about reporters on Rivals.com sites.

Also - Mike has posted here before under his own name. Surprised he hasn't ventured over to this thread yet.

 

I have a similar dress I wear to work and I've never considered it to be inappropriate. The dress Erin was wearing is a pretty ordinary summer dress. Not a "hot date" dress, least not that I can see. Sure she looks significantly better in hers than I do, but that doesn't mean it's suddenly inappropriate.

 

So you're saying the ends justify the mean?

 

She needs to talk to Paul Stanley perhaps about the best ways to step down on the pancake, though.

 

Where are you now?

 

No shit. You can walk down the street of pretty much any city and you'll probably see dozens just like it.

 

In my case they were just having fun. They had a lot of fun at my expense.

Who knows what pretenses the writer had in mind when he wrote what he did about Erin.

And Simon: Brutal.

And Simon II: 225, give or take a pound (and I had twins. Har.)

 

Great job.

I would commit homicide for 225.

 

But would you kill your own mother?

 

A college friend and footballer used to punch my chest and say, "Birdie", since it reminded him of a sparrow or some other scrawny species.

 

Pack, we've all witnessed fist-pounds, high-fives and other unprofessional exchanges in the clubhouse. But I dont recall a columnist writing a column, ripping a male colleague for such behavior. THAT'S the point.