With the exception of Jason Whitlock and Woody Paige*, it seems like every sportswriter who gets regular face time on ESPN immediately starts churning out lazy hackwork for their newspapers. If I were an editor, I'd get tired of paying these guys the best salaries at the paper to get their worst. (Paige is an exception because he always was terrible.)
I now have a new guilty pleasure. I hope he will do an entire column about how outsized Mitch's ears are. Seriously. Look at those flappers.