Because, as Dan Shaughnessy Watch notes, he keeps writing about it:
... Time travel has become Dan's most recent obsession, so much so that one has to wonder if it has bumped Curt Schilling down a peg on the CHB-obsession meter. (If I am counting right, there was only one dig at Schilling all week). ...
Dan Shaughnessy Watch deciphers the code:
State the obvious; criticize the expectations (ones that he feeds with one hand and slaps away with the other); ridicule the fans; state the obvious again; and finally contradict himself undermining the whole premise of his column.
Shaughnessy is in full-bore shank mode today, ripping into Curt "Big Lug" Schilling. Why'd he wait so long? Now that he's getting older, must take him longer to collect all his bile in a jar. Or as Dan Shaughnessy Watch puts it:
... In the end, this was an amateurish hack job. In the ultimate irony....Shaughnessy, the media whore himself, is spread too thin with writing books and showing up on TV to be capable of writing a legitimate piece. I wonder if Shaughnessy wakes up in the middle of night and sees the beady eyes of a monster in the corner and thinks to himself "That must be the Big Lug" before he realizes that he is just looking in the mirror.
Preferably in suppository form?
Yes, The Loss truly sucked, Dan. We get it. But this isn't Baltimore in 1970 after losing three championships in three different sports in one year to New York. So enough with The Curse/Grady Little/Joe Namath crap, you tired old hack.
And vice-versa? Dan Shaughnessy Watch has been chronicling the CHB's latest affectation.
I admit it: I'm a big fan of Curt Schilling as a ballplayer. And I love nothing more than a cutting blog post. Especially one about Dan Shaughnessy. But even still, tonight I feel like that guy who pulls Curt aside as he tries to learn Boston English in that commercial: No, no, Curt, you don't have to stoop to the CHB's level.
Dan Shaughnessy Watch explains why.
One guess whom Adam Reilly is writing about in the Phoenix this week. Even-handed article, includes quotes from the man himself AND gives us some new nicknames to use as synonyms for "CHB" (oops, did I just give it away?), such as: The Man in the Fright Wig.
Disclosure: I'm quoted in the article as a griper.
Dbvader tries to goad Shaughnessy into calling him up and yelling at him by declaring today's column on the Sox/Yankees game possibly one of the worst columns I have ever been forced to read.
Because, as Michael Femia points out, the CHB dares to point out the blindingly obvious facts you would never think of writing about - In this case, that sports fans are more forgiving of their own players. Bonus Shanky points for once again managing to slap Manny Ramirez in a column about Randy Moss and for being unable to figure out why Sox fans will cheer Trott Nixon later this year but still boo Johnny Damon.
It might look like The CHB Blog:
... Many people are surprised to learn that long before I was a world-class sportswriter I was one of the Campbells Soup Kids. ...
Via Dan Shaughnessy Watch, which today tallies up just how many times the CHB has used that "Sons of (current manager's name)" thing over the years, and adds: