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Sunday, March 28
 
When good sportswriters go bad

I generally like the Washington Post's sportswriter and columnist Sally Jenkins. I disagree with her on some points, of course (for example, she goes too far in her criticism of the NHL after the Bertuzzi hit), but I think she is generally very good. But this passage, from a paean to new Skins' quarterback Mark Brunell, seems a bit over the top:
Underneath the cap is a face that seems dug out of clay, a faintly handsome archetypal football face that ought to be photographed in sepia, wearing a leather helmet and creased with sweat. The most youthful thing about Brunell now is his head of lustrous coffee-brown hair, side parted across his forehead. . . . [H]e has a physique that is faintly eroded, he looks somehow smaller than his 6 feet 1 and 215 pounds, with no ostentatious bulges of muscle. His legs are almost delicate, save for the ragged L-shaped scar inside of his right knee, which dates him, the result of an ACL injury in college when knee surgery was still performed by scalpel.
That may in fact be a good description of the man, but it seems a bit florid for the sports section, no?
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