I was saddened to see that the ever dick-sucky and slithering Jeff Pearlman was favored a Will Clark-bashing post on Deadspin. Sad. You know Pearlman. In pictures and video of athletes being interviewed, he's the one that's just a hand holding a microphone. You can't see his face. Just a hand and a microphone. He's the guy who gets up in the morning and tells his wife, "I'm going to be a man and make my money today by writing about how fat David Wells is," or, "I'm going to be a man and make money today by writing about how much of a bad guy John Rocker is." He's made a whole career off of two lackluster bits in S.I., in which he was as much a part of the story as the subject. He's ripped Barry Bonds for wearing #42 on Jackie Robinson Day. Nothing this clown ever writes is distinguishable from that written by an eleventh-grade journalism student. A bad one. One who only got into the class because his grandpa is the Assistant Superintendent and he needs a C- to be accepted into Douchebag Junior College. Now it appears he's written a book on the Dallas Cowboys of the 1990's. Provocative. Something about Michael Irvin and cocaine? Nate Newton? Maybe a nugget about ladies and postgame festivities?