I think I'll skip the Super Bowl this year. This week's conversations have been enlightening. For me personally, there's something perverse about seeing Ben Rothlisberger in the biggest sporting event of the year. I'm not launching a campaign. I'm not presuming moral authority. I'm just saying I took a moment to re-read the docs at The Smoking Gun (here and here.) When it comes to cases like this, I think "I don't know what happened," is not a value-neutral declaration. It's one that I employ in order to continue enjoying a sport that I love.
A doctor tries the ever-popular Master Cleanse. Sort of.