Rupert Murdoch's hit squad aimed its poison-tipped bullets straight at the Bronx Bombers' hearts in Monday's edition of the New York Post. The attack screed, signed by paid mouthpiece Phil Mushnick, nailed our dynasty's smooth-toned radio announcer, John Sterling, to the Aussie devil's cross of pulp. Here are but a few of the milder blasts leveled at the Voice of the Yankees:
Ordinarily, I would ignore smears from a foreign-born target of investigations into hacking and bribery--especially one who used to own a competing American League ballclub. But the tactic of going after Sterling, a professional so noble he would never use company airtime to defend himself, is too shameful to ignore. If the victim can't speak up, where does the buck stop? Is there a man among the milk-fed Steinbrenner heirs who possesses the guts and goodness to defend his late father's hand-picked play-by-play man?[A] smug, self-smitten, self-promoter who turns simple facts into multiple fictions... John Sterling is so condescendingly clever, never allowing adjustments for his baseless self-regard... For 22 years, New York’s baseball fans have been forced to have a puffed-up buffoon describe games for them... Twenty-two years of this garbage, 22 years of tuning to Yankees games forced to rely on a guy who doesn’t know what’s going on and hardly cares. He’d rather holler his asinine nicknames and so-often-wrong “signature” calls so the fools at “SportsCenter” can reward him with a sound bite and a credit.
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