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Slate.com’s Tom Scocca puts on his speedos and splashes playfully around in the journalistic sewer. I once submitted an article to Slate and got turned down. After seeing this exercise in dung chucking being greenlit, the shame I feel at being turned down has multiplied tenfold.

Seriously Tommy, are you kidding me? You don’t have enough brain cells to prevent you from being mindlessly stampeded down the same path as the rest of mullethead sportswriters, but have enough to concoct some sort of tangential “by way of left field attack” on the cult of Billy Beane?

What is wrong with people? You’d think this stuff turned guys into the equivalent of Ralph from that episode of the Greatest American Hero. My god, sometimes I wish that every person on the planet got a day where their biggest transgressions in life became front page headlines. I can only imagine how bad my day would suck, but I’m sure Tom Scocca’s would be no walk in the park either. I’m pretty sure “taking steroids to help win athletic contests” would be down near the bottom of the list as far as human sins go.

(H/T) Baseball Think Factory

P.S.: I was not taking any performance enhancing substances while interviewing for Moneyball. And no I won’t testify in front of Congress to that fact.