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So Long, Sammy Sportface
The public clamor for more Sammy Sportface is so loud it can be heard in New Zealand and Oregon all at once.
Fans want more of his words, more of his mental disorder, more of his chaos, more misremembering, more dis-logic, more ruminations about the sports underworld.
But they’re never gonna get it.
It’s over.
The Sammy Sportface saga, his meteoric rise to power, fame, and self-designation as America’s best sports blogger, has come and gone like the Pet rock, bell-bottom pants, and Jeb Bush.
Gone.
Remember Sammy that you are dust, and unto dust, you shall return.
Sure he had a cool picture of himself with a jersey with two numbers on it – 55 and 11. Sure that picture will continue to be buried on the website pages of NGSC Sports until the site closes down next month. Sure he’s a mystery. Sure he’s a part of American history. Sure he had his moments. Sure there will be a bust of his mug outside Fenway Park one day.
But his heyday was a long time ago when Bruce Jenner was a decathlete and Barney Rubble religiously attended Bedrock’s Water Buffalo meetings with his boy, Fred Flintstone.
Sorry, Sammy. Your gig is up. Even the Beatles fell from stardom. It happens to the great ones.
You had it going on for a while. You once were an up and comer in the sports blogosphere. But like so many others, you lost your way. You couldn’t stay focused. You didn’t stick to your knitting. Your roots were in the ground, but your head was up your ass.
You had a chance to make it big. You had a unique selling point. Sporting clearly defined differentiators, Sammy had swagger. You tapped into the zeitgeist of an era. You, Sammy Sportface, were somebody before you became nobody.
Yet no one remembers. No one should. It’s all so irregular. None of it every made any sense. No one should have ever given him a moment’s notice. No one should have ever read a word he wrote. No one should ever want to read another Sammy Sportface sports blog.
Many of them were not even about sports. Some were about politics and what a disaster that was because, like sports, Sammy didn’t understand politics. Sammy pretended to be worldly and sage, but he was, in the end, a driveler. He was banal.
As the curtains close on his act, Sammy said he wanted to write one more blog for posterity, to cement his legacy. But the curtains have closed. There will be no Sammy Sportface signature sound-off. The crowds have spoken. They have shut Sammy down.
So long, Sammy Sportface.
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Sammy Sportface, a sports blogger, galvanizes, inspires, and amuses The Baby Boomer Brotherhood. And you can learn about his vision and join this group's Facebook page here:
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