When I first started this blog I took issued with something Bill Conlin hadÂ written in the Philadelphia Daily News, I can’t remember what exactly it was that Colin wrote that annoyed me but I made a wise crack about his girth in the post something like the strike zone being as tight as Conlin suit jacket and I also cracked about howÂ it annoyed me how he never put down his damn coffee cup when he was on Sports Reporters.Â When I saw his e-mail address on the bottom of the article, on a whim I e-mailed him a link to my site.
When IÂ saw that Conlin e-mailed me back I wasÂ happy that a “writer” would read the site and e-mail me back. When I opened the e mail I was surprised by the message, Conlin told me to “go fuck myself”. I laughed then I got pissed off and I wrote him back and called him a fat fuck. He returned with a missive that he wasÂ going to kick my ass. Â I wrote back and said I’d roll his fat ass down Roosevelt Ave. This went on for a couple more e mails until I decided this is even too childish for me and IÂ not only never e mailed him again I haven’t read and of his column since.
I bring this up because on Deadspin I saw where aÂ Phillies blogger wrote him to make his case that Jimmy RollinsÂ did not deserve to win the NL MVP over David Wright. Now theÂ blogger wrote to Conlin very politely and professionally identifying himself as not just a blogger but a Phillies fan as well. Here was Conlin’s response:
Donâ€™t you need to contact the 30 electorsâ€“including the two Mets beat writersâ€“who failed to give write a single first place vote instead of a commentator who does not vote for the awards. Youâ€™re a Mets fan and you had your little bubble of arrogance and smugness burst. Your team choked big time, an epic gagaroo. At least the 1964 Phillies had an excuseâ€“they were probably no more than the Cardinals, Reds, Braves, Dodgers and Giants that year. One question: When a Mets team chokes in a forest and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a gagging sound? Next time bring more to the table than wishful fan numbers that bear no semblance to reality. I wonder how it feels to be the Phillies bitch.
As I said the blogger is a PHILLIES FAN but that is the venom that is Bill Conlin
So Mets fans why not drop Billy Cheesesteak a line and tell himÂ what you think of him.
And if you think this can’t get worse well, Conlin is a notorious blogger hater and just when you think you heard it all, well boys and girls read this response that Conlin sent the Phillies Blogger:
The only positive thing I can think of about Hitlerâ€™s time on earthâ€“Iâ€™m sure he would have eliminated all bloggers. In Colonial times, bloggers were called â€œPamphleteers.â€ They hung on street corners handing them out to passersby. Now, they hang out on electronic street corners, hoping somebody mouses on to their pretentious sites. Different medium, same MO. Shakespeare accidentally summed up the genre best with these words from a MacBeth soliloquy: â€œ. . .a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. . .â€
How fucking ignorant! Guys like Conlin are scared of the blogging community because weÂ are a threat to a dinosaur like him.Â OOOOOOOOOHHHH look out Billy the Boogie Blogger may get you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you sick bastard!!!!!