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There’s a debate raging and  kick yourself if you missed it.  It’s not the on-going Jeremiah  Wright/Barack Obama saga.  Hard to miss that since it’s been  on the cable news spin cycle for several straight days.  The same  goes for the faux outrage over the Miley Cyrus pictures that seems to  have parents in a twitter even as they help crash Vanity Fair’s  web site itching for a peak.  The debate I’m talking about is  the old media and the new and its impact on sports journalism, itself  a somewhat oxymoronic term. 
Bob Costas, on his usually insightful  HBO show, Bob Costas Now, took the debate front and center the  other night with a variety of panels and commentators, the purpose of  which I guess was to shed light on this emerging topic.  It informed  little and entertained even less.  If you could get through the  whole episode, and gosh why would the average person want to, the underlying  theme that emerged was the old school sports journalists complaining  that blog writers just need to get off of their lawn  
 
Debates like these go on every  time a new technology begins to mature and the arc is always the same.   You have the so-called traditionalists suspicious of anything new that  potentially threatens to invade their comfort zone going up against  the early adopters who often lack an appreciation of history and generally  come across as smart asses.  It may seem like a recipe for interesting  television, but in terms of providing any real insight you’d be better  off watching an episode of Family Guy. 
 By this point, Costas has become  like MSNBC’s Keith Olbermann in that he has a ready stable of go-to  pundits to author ghost opinions that are designed to make the host  look neutral while still getting his real point of view across.   A Costas symposium these days wouldn’t be complete without an appearance  by either Charles Barkely or John McEnroe to explain the plight of the  victimized modern athlete. 
But Costas really outdid himself  by inviting Buzz Bissinger, author of Friday Night Lights  and Three Nights in August, to parry against Will Leitch, the  creator of the internet site Deadspin. As a backdrop, though, recognize that  Costas himself caused somewhat of a stir himself a few months back by  essentially denigrating sports bloggers with an incredibly broad brush.   In an interview with the Miami Herald (no longer available on  its web site), Costas came across as someone with a stick in his colon  because the emerging trend doesn’t just violate most of the basic  principles of responsible journalism, but that it, in his words, “confuses  simple mean-spiritedness and stupidity with edginess.” (A summary  of the interview can be found here.) 
Thus came Bissinger, a veritable  buzz saw of opinions, laying waste to virtually everything and anything  about sports blogs in a way that Costas could only dream about.   His vitriol was so widespread and so complete it was actually hard to  discern his overall point.  From what I could tell, he doesn’t  like, for example, the profane nature of many blogs and he made this  point as forcefully and profanely as he could.  He’s no fan of  the fact that many of the postings are done anonymously, the opinions  offered by cowards who won’t use their real names.  For good  measure, he also thinks nearly everything on these sites is poorly written,  lacking in insight, and authored by a bunch of boobs, misfits, and idiots. 
 
Deadspin’s Leitch, representing  the new guard, actually came across as the adult in the room. He didn’t  defend some of the more ridiculous examples that Bissinger cited but  neither did he find it necessary to point out that these examples didn’t  represent the level of electronic discourse any more than People  magazine represents the level of printed discourse. 
 
Costas did his best to appear  as the moderate voice, reminding Bissinger in a “there there” fashion  that from time to time there is some insight to be gained from bloggers,  even if you have to dig through 10 layers of cow dung to find it.   How could Bissinger disagree? He couldn’t so he didn’t.  But  if Bissinger came away with a more complete picture of his nemesis he  didn’t let on either. 
And then there was the odd sight  of Braylon Edwards of the Cleveland Browns sitting with these two wearing  a look that suggested “what am I doing here?”  Edwards said,  I think, that he reads the various internet sites but didn’t seem  to have a strong opinion one way or the other about much of anything.   The guess here is that he was invited because he’s one of the bigger  loudmouths in sports.  Instead he used the opportunity to finally  shut up.  If Edwards thought this might be a tryout for a media  gig post football, he needs to get back in the weight room, so to speak. 
 
In addition to the Bissinger/Leitch  carnival, there was another somewhat similar panel about athletes and  the media.  It featured the aforementioned McEnroe along with former  New York Giants running back and current NBC commentator Tiki Barber  and Selena Roberts, columnist for Sports Illustrated.  It was less  theatrical than the Bissinger segment but basically it made the same  points. 
Roberts didn’t directly attack  the internet like Bissinger, but she made it pretty clear that all of  this attention has made athletes much more guarded and made her job  much more difficult.  She complained, for example, of the obstacles  placed in front of her just to interview LeBron James about his relationship  with Jay-Z.  Without saying it specifically, she let it be known  that ultimately it was the reader that suffered because she was not  able to bring her special insight to bear on such a hot topic.   Ah for the old days when a beat writer could sit in the hotel bar with  Mickey Mantle and knock back shots until 4 a.m. 
Perhaps what neither Bissinger  nor Roberts really understands is that the paradigm in sports journalism  has shifted permanently and no amount of old-school whining is going  to much change that.  For a variety of reasons, sports fans find  their opinions and insights on what they see to be every bit as valid  and credible as the next person’s, even if that next person has a  journalism degree from Columbia.   
That doesn’t mean that they  won’t read someone else’s opinions, but they don’t necessarily  feel compelled to do so either.  Nearly every game in every sport  is televised and if you miss it there are almost limitless options to  view the highlights.  This allows the average person to understand  just as well as anyone else why Travis Hafner can’t hit.  The  ready availability of even the most esoteric of statistics allows the  average person to gain his or her own insights without the need of a  third-party journalist.  And for good measure the celebrity-obsessed  culture in which we live hasn’t magically by-passed the sports world.   A picture of Matt Leinert using a beer bong is going to get more views  than still another Costas article about how allowing a wild card team  in the baseball playoffs is brining about the decline of modern civilization.  Sometimes you just have to give the public what it wants instead of  what you think it needs.