Why sports editors should stay out of politics

The Globe Sports Editor on duty last night clearly missed the high school civics class on the difference between the legislative and the executive branches.

What on earth was the Globe thinking?

The Boston Globe is my favorite newspaper. It has been for as long as I can remember caring about newspapers, going back at least to high school. In my opinion, it belongs along side the New York Times, Washington Post, L.A. Times, and Chicago Tribune as the nation's great newspapers.

But who could have ever thought it was a good idea to publish an op-ed by Libyan dictator Muammar Gaddafi, nearly 20 years to the day after terrorists sponsored by his government killed dozens of Americans in the Lockerbie bombing? And why would anyone in their right mind care what advice he would have for the American government?

I'm baffled. And disappointed.

Globe no different than Romney in exploiting illegal immigrants

Mitt Romney has exploited the illegal immigration issue to the hilt in his run for the presidency, so it's particularly rich that he has been caught--again--contracting with a lawn care company that employs these undocumented workers.

But just because the Globe caught his hypocrisy for the second time doesn't make their reporting efforts justified. Frankly, I don't see much difference between Romney using a immigrants as a pawn to get elected, and the Globe using immigrants as a vehicle to play gotcha with the former governor. Both are wrong.

Romney is fair game to be aggressively investigated on the issue, no doubt about it. But when the Globe's reporters follow the workers home, name them as sources and provide details of their lives in Massachusetts, they are putting these men at some risk. And to what end? Is that a trade that the Globe and it's reporters are willing to make?

Apparently so. If asked, the reporters and editors would probably say that they don't have any obligation to protect these sources if they have consented to go on the record, and that is undoubtedly true. But outing illegal immigrants in an effort to prove Romney a liar confirms that the Globe is just as willing to use these human beings as pawns in their plan as Romney is.

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Never Forget: Jerry Trupiano was not good

Some freelance writer named Ted Weesner, Jr. hijacked the Globe opinion page this morning and subjected many unsuspecting readers like myself to a mournful, wistful wet kiss to Jerry Trupiano's unemployed mug.

Yuck.

Accepting that we're all entitled to our own opinions, however misguided, I think it's important to point out that at his best, Jerry Trupiano was merely tolerable. At his worst, he was unlistenable. But Weesner disagrees with me, so I'm going to take this opportunity to explain why Weesner hasn't the first clue what he's talking about.

Early in the column, the author claims that there has been a torrent of unhappiness over Trupiano's exile from the broadcasting booth:

Longtime broadcaster Jerry Trupiano's contract was not renewed by the organization, and many feel like a loved one has been stolen away.

The degree of unhappiness is both surprising and not hard to locate. Google "Trupiano" and you get a glimpse of live grief on display.

I took Weesner up on his challenge, and googled "Trupiano." Among the top 50 hits, here is what I found:

• 22 Tony Trupiano, Radio Host/Political Candidate
• 10 Jerry Trupiano
• 3 Trupiano's Italian Restaurant
• 15 Assorted Trupianos

Of the 10 references to the deposed sportscaster, four were news interviews with the broadcaster and five were biographical references. Just one was a fan reaction piece, and even that one spent more time listing Trupiano's shortcomings than his redeeming qualities.

In other words, after googling Trupiano as instructed, I found exactly no "examples of live grief," save for Trupiano's own disappointment in being fired.

Weesner continues:

...if you listen to the new team of broadcasters -- there are two who alternate with Jerry's old partner, Joe Castiglione -- there's been no mention of the missing personality.

This despite the fact that baseball announcers refer regularly to the past, both near and far. It's a little eerie. In the way that Lenin purged Trotsky's image from official photographs, it's as if Trupiano never existed.

Or, in the way that Weesner doesn't mention the names of Dave O'Brien and Glenn Geffner, as if they do not exist. I'm going to give Weesner the benefit of the doubt here and assume that he is being intentionally ironic.

Back to the column:

A good broadcaster is also a good storyteller, providing sharp detail, colorful character, a lucid view of unfolding scenes, all the while trying not to get in the way of "our" picture.

I couldn't agree more. Which is why the man who spent the last 13 years muddying every last fly ball by yelling "Way Back! Waaaaay Back!" only to follow that with the news that the drive was caught 10 feet in front of the warning track was not a good broadcaster. Worse than getting "in the way of 'our' picture," he often described a picture that didn't exist.

More Weesner:

It may not be too much to say that Trupiano's paternal gravitas offered -- much like the experience of listening to baseball itself -- a kind of temporary shelter from life's storms.

Trupiano's gravitas was on display every night as he informed us that Tim Wakefield, Mike Lowell, Fred Lynn and Daryl Boston were members of the All-Massachusetts Town Team, or that Jim Rice and Bob Lemon headed the All-Food team. A temporary shelter from the game at hand, if not from life's storms.

The author goes on to explain that he gained an affection for Trupiano while driving across New England to visit his ailing mother, that Trupiano's voice provided comfort and excitement to the anxious traveler. I can appreciate the sentiment. Over the years, I have traveled home alone late at night a number of times from out of state and I knew that I could always find Lovell Dyett or David Brudnoy on WBZ after dark. There were definitely some nights when the sound of home kept me driving.

There were nights when the sound of Jerry Trupaino made me wish I were driving off a cliff.

Weezer finishes his column with this:

Someone once told me we can never have too many mothers. The same can surely be said of fathers. For many of us, for a while, Jerry Trupiano was one, unseen but very much heard.

Touching, but I've always thought of Trupiano as that crazy uncle that corners you at a family reunion. You know, the one who talks your ears off, spewing unlistenable craziness until someone--in Troop's case, Joe Castiglone--jumps in to rescue you.

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