I know we’ve had our differences in the past. I know I’ve said you should cover things other than the New York-Boston corridor. I know I’ve been right. And I know you haven’t listened. Probably aren’t listening this time, either. Unfortunately, I’m a thirty-something white male. If I were 5-10 years younger and black, I could at least get Ralph Wi…errr…”Scoop Jackson” to back me up on this.

But I’m not.

So, I figure I’ll give it one more shot. Please hear me out.

Would you please….

…STICK TO FUCKING SPORTS!?!?!?

I mean for goodness sakes, guys, it’s bad enough you shove an unfunny Bill Simmons cartoon down my throat. Or have enough Java and Flash goodness popping in out of nowhere to make even the heartiest of computers whimper in pain, but now you’re dropping some “fictional college” crap on me? What the hell is that!?!?

Here’s a picture of you from seven years ago. Still alot of crap on the page, but 95% sports. I can deal.

You’ve really lost me, and if it wasn’t (as I explained the other day) a reflex for me to check your site to find scores and such, I’d leave and never come back. I’ve done it before, I’m sure I could do it again. It might be tough, but I’m sure by the time next year rolls around, you’ll have passed on the need for scores or standings anyway.

Unless of course it involves the Yankees or Red Sox, but by then I’m sure you’ll have set them up in their own league, playing each other 162 times a year, 7 p.m. on ESPN every single god-forsaken night.

What a joke.

(Apologies for the liberal use of the f-word. Or at least the one use of the f-word, but that place has me steamed like you wouldn’t imagine.)