Heavy sports fans, how are ya feelin'?
    Considering all the scandal and corruption around the
the stick-and-ball leagues, doesn't it feel like Big
Sport's Last Days? Be sure to secure a place in your
memory for this feeling from the dog days of summer, a
time when you really should be out there getting your
own body stronger.
    Remember the dark emotings of the NFL's Upshaw and Goodell. And keep
locked away the worst day of apparently medicated NBA Commissioner David
Stern's life.
    Remember how shit just shifted and one day you really
were interested in what the L.A. Galaxy might be
doing? It felt like the end of Big-Time Sports As
We've Known Them.
    This blog is one place where that feeling is not new.
    Back in the day, after my stint as a staff writer at
ESPN's mag, but before I published a memoir that
focused on the problematic nature of Disney-fied
sports, it became obvious that the reigns of the NFL,
NBA, MLB, and, frankly, the NHL ought to end. The best
of athletics has been in the clutches of some corny
old white men, and ain't nobody benefittin' from
that -- except corny old white men.
    Organized sport is great, but it's awful, too. College
sport mocks the concept of the student-athlete. And
I'm counting the months until the NFL merges with
Halliburton and attempts to blitz the world.
    Yet I watch. September stretch runs, training camp updates,
the Pan-Am games. I hate watching so much that I
have to go ride a bike or throw around the baseball.
    That's about all you should expect from this blog.
Conflicted engagement. Low-End Theory will be obsessed
with power and the professional leagues -- and media
and personality -- but mostly I'll obsess on the
art of sport.
    This space showcases my take on the breaking issues in
a wide range of physical competition. (Warning:
MOLI's sports content will occasionally feature raw
language and unpredictable politics. Adult situations
are a distinct possibility, too.) Expect cameos by
amazing athletes you've never heard of. (Here are two
super-hot upcoming subjects: O.J. Mayo and Todd Haig.
If you're hip, stick around.)
    So, um, mighty glad to meet ya, and all that. Hope ya
read the sports stuff in the morning with your
coffee. (I blog best before breakfast.) It would be
keen if you gave me a shout every now and again;
everything you say makes the blog better. Be sure to
stay in touch. We've all got a
post-corny-old-white-guy sports landscape to zone.

dEA