No Standing

A sports section with no standings has no standing. Who's in first? But, we get two full pages today on someone who plays ping pong really well. Why don't they just drop the New York from the masthead and call themselves a magazine suitable for a waiting room? They are pathetic.

I'm not deluding myself in thinking if I, or others protest so much they will see the errors of their ways and restore actual sport scores to the editions. After all, sports has winners and losers everyday, so why not keep track?

No, The New York Times is not a New York paper. They did away with their New York City coverage from the largest city in the nation. Imagine that. That takes cojones. Or a brain dead management.

When Joe Drape was at a book signing appearance at a Saratoga book store in 2016! he declared that he was going to be the last racing reporter for the paper he wasn't kidding. Today's little email reminder of what to watch on TV tells us about The Grand National from Aintree (England) on TVG at 12:15, but not about the Wood Memorial, a major prep from for the Kentucky Derby held four weeks from today. The Wood Memorial from Aqueduct, a racetrack located within the city limits in an outer borough in Queens, is televised on FS1 this afternoon, but no one at the Times knows this except Joe, and he's been told to stand down. Less to do I guess.

When is the next Yankee game going to be played, who are the probable starting pitchers? The Mets? The Rangers, Devils, Islanders, and even the Nets and Knicks do not exist in The New York Times's reordered world. But a ping pong player does, a story more suitable for a New York section, if there was such a thing. In an era of massive sports betting opportunities, the paper seems to think scores and  upcoming games don't matter. How delusional can you be?

We have two full pages today on Tiger Woods making the cut at the Masters, certainly a notable achievement, but he is 19th, nine strokes back from a golfer who has a five stroke lead at eight under par, Scottie Scheffler. There is a small picture of Scottie with a caption. Go Scottie.

My bile duct is empty, and I doubt I'll be making any more comments about a newspaper that doesn't seem to know what its readers want. The earth in a cemetery, probably in Queens, where a former sports editor James Roach is buried, has probably moved a bit this week.

I don't know why Bill McDonald, the obituary page editor of The Paper of Record, hasn't already included a piece on the death of sports coverage in the paper. He should get Randy Archibold, the current sports editor of the magazine sports section to write the piece. 

Jimmy Breslin was right when he declared they write long sentences to prove they went to college. I wonder if I can get home delivery of USA Today.

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