What the fuck.
There’s your introduction. That’s what this column is going to be for.
(Okay, maybe a bit more than that.)
At some point, we all feel the need to let a WTF fly. If your alarm wakes you up with a start from a blissful night’s sleep, you might find yourself taking an inquisitive look at your iHome and asking it, “What the fuck, it’s already nine?”
Perhaps a friend does something you’re not happy about (Dude, What the fuck?) or you find yourself watching Mitt Romney wax un-poetic on foreign affairs. (What the fuck…)
Everyone has their Threshold of WTFication — and for some people, it’s much lower than others.
I am one of those people. As the creator of the Site for the Educated Sports Fan, I am (surprise!) a diehard sports fan. Thus, my WTF moments are—more often, than not—sports-related.
Everyone at FanMan tries to adhere to the edict of “educated” sports fandom as best they can. We try to stay grounded and avoid overreaction. We do our very best to be rational, to take every development with a shakerful of salt.
But there are times where we let it all loose, where we become so frustrated by what’s happening in the sports world—no, what’s being said about what’s happening in the sports world—that we have no choice but to release our anger into the universe. Or onto the page.
In reality, the whole concept of FanMan was built off a foundation of WTF. All of us got sick and tired of what we were listening to on a broadcast, reading in an ‘expert’ column or hearing on PTI.
Generally, this pent-up anger is released in our writing, as we mold our WTFs into a lengthy explanation of why we’re so confused/pissed/right and the other party is so ignorant/disingenuous/wrong.
Alas, we are only thirty men. It is impossible to write a full column on every single transgression that’s making us tear our hair out.
There is, however, enough time to write one column. And as both the creator and editor of this fine publication as well as the ring leader of the WTF brigade, I’m more than happy to take up the task.
Welcome to “The Week in WTF.”
At risk of spoling future editions of this column, and without getting into too much detail, let me say this: my WTF moments aren’t exactly rare. So, every Wednesday week, I will transform seven day’s worth of sports WTFs into one rant-all column.
You might come to find me ranting over one particularly unforgivable transgression. You might come to find me “curating” a variety of subjects. Frankly, it all depends on how dumb/off-base the sports world is on any given week.
(It’s also a safe bet that Tim Tebow’s name will appear in this column at some point.)
Now, to stop you from WTFing at the length of this intro, allow me to sign off.
We’ll be back tomorrow.