Think about it.
Like the time when long-in-the-tooth shock jock Don Imus uttered the words “nappy headed hos,” propelling Whitlock straight to the couch of Oprah Winfrey. There have been other high profile media moments, but they seem to be growing fewer and farther between.
Oh sure, Big Sexy drew some fire during the Jovan Belcher murder-suicide incident at Arrowhead just over a year ago. But clearly that was based on his ties to Kansas City and the Chiefs and his 16 year newspaper career.
Nope, Whitlock may be in a better place financially for the time being at ESPN, but his recognition that he has almost no more bridges to burn – and retain a halfway decent sports journalism paycheck – seems to have caused him to mellow and tone down his once vitriolic rhetoric. To the point that he’s no longer out there fanning the flames of racism like he’s been wont to do, lo these many years.
Take Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman‘s pre-Super Bowl rant.
In another life, Whitlock would have owned that discussion – certainly here in KC – and there would have been a pretty good chance someone like Fox News pundit Bill O’Reilly would have had the big fella on the highly rated show to kick the topic around.
But via a lowly podcast, for crying out loud. Oh yeah, and he tweeted.
Did anybody out there other than the most die hard sports fans or Whitlock devotees hear anything much about any of that?
And what about the University of Missouri swimmer Sasha Menu Courey controversy?
That story’s chock to the gills with race and sex and abuse of power by college athletics officials with fat paychecks. The Whitlock of old would have ridden that pony into the ground and still be rifing. He would have pounded MU for acting like it did. Instead, he left it to Paul Wilson to sort out. Paul Wilson.
Look, I’m not trying to dog the dude. It just occurred to me in the wake of this year’s Super Bowl that there hasn’t been a lot of conversation – any conversation really – about our boy Jason in recent months. And why the eff not?
He’s even resorted to exploiting that ubiquitous pic of himself asleep on the couch at sports radio station WHB to promote his twitter page…along with a cartoon closeup of some woman’s fat ass.
Has it really come to this?
If a tweet falls in the information forest and nobody hears it, did it really fall?