A quick tribute to what had been an entertaining source of slightly off-center Raiders News… Jason Jones now “formerly” of the Sacramento Bee Oakland Raiders blog. Jones provided truthful analysis, sprinkled with random Raiders related tidbits for the Bee, a great paper with some serious budgetary issues.
For unfiltered Oakland Raiders media untainted by the whitewashed groupthink mentality of mega-merger media titans, the pool is again shrinking… and it doesn’t take the Farmers Almanac to see a major drought coming.
Sorry to see you go Jason.
What remains on this parched NFL landscape outside of the blistering omnipresent glare of DisneyAbcESPN you ask?
Here’s a couple of choices to consider adding to your daily repertoire…
Pro Football Talk- witty and 32 team thorough. Despite pimping Sprint phones as a panacea for everything but Irritable Bowel Syndrome, PFT offers a plethora of unvarnished NFL notes and spot on analysis. Unless Florio and co. are rolling around with giant bags of team supplied Coke and hookers , then much like our continuing belief in Santa Claus, we’ll keep drinkin’ the sweet PFT Kool Aid.
Trip to Jonestown anyone… Guyana is simply mahvelous in the summer?
Raidernews.com Complete and thorough “all Raiders, all the time” website. Featuring just enough from the rest of the league and the AFC West to give you a daily snapshot of NFL doings. Sign #936 that I need to get out more… I check this site every day of the year, including this miserable offseason time when only baseball and hoops (did they play hockey this year?) remain.
Why do we celebrate the rarity that is unfiltered, spin-free sportswriting? Because much like a duck force-fed corn mash to expand his liver, mainstream media is currently serving us “Coors Light Cold Hard Facts” in Hungry Heifer proportions. But hey, it is live from the new Hollywood set, and Matthew McConaughey just “stopped by at halftime” to drop football knowledge on us hardcore fans.
For the love of truthiness…
So is DisneyAbcESPN Sportscenter the evil that plagues us in this nation, hardly. When we pine here at Raidergirls for less “journalistic objectivity” in Sportswriting, we aim to let talented witty writers (not in attendance here… “Bueller”…) lift their suppressed veil of neutrality and tell us how they really feel about the teams they cover, love ‘em or hate ‘em.
When honesty and transparency are mistakenly found to violate the antiquated notion of Sportswriting “journalistic objectivity” we all get less truthiness. Do not confuse journalistic “ethics” such as not allowing team lobbyists or sponsorship $$ to shape your coverage, with asking Oscar Madison to pretend that he’s not a Mets fan or has no particular passion for Big Apple sports.
Ghandi to Oscar: “Oscar, cleanse your mind of all of your passion and interest for the Mets, surgically remove it, good…. good…..begin writing.”
Yippee, Cheetos in Albuquerque.
It’s a fucking game, a sport… keep it real unless you’re Wolf Blitzer in Baghdad where journalistic objectivity and neutrality mandates are paramount. It’s a game where John Clayton and Chris Mortenson are the “embedded journalists” for christs sake.
Gratuitous rehashed Sportswriting Journalistic Objectivity rant…
We firmly believe that “journalistic objectivity” in sportswriting is utter bullshit. Our commentary will absolutely reflect a genuine disdain and sometimes passionate hatred of the Donkeys and Chiefs. A diehard Broncos or Chiefs fan ought to hate the Raiders too. Talented yet hamstrung… Woody Paige and Jason Whitlocks drivel would be a thousand times more interesting if they simply came out and admitted “Hell yes I’m a Donkey/Chef fan, and my column shall reflect that.” Their softplay towards the politically correct center of “non-bias” reaks of antiquated and forced mediocrity, much like artificial turf and the putrid sterility of football in a dome.
If your sporting journey leads you to seek mainstream fare whitewashed for the masses, go to Applebees and sit down at the bar for a shitty burger and to watch things swirl and scroll in 400 flavors of orange and red from Sportscenters nauseating “The Matrix meets Fear and Loathing” laser light show set. May Stuart Scott “boo-yah” you to sleep while you pretend that the boys from Bristol don’t fellate themselves over every chunk of corn in Manny Ramirez’s bowel movements.