Excuse us for being so meta today.

Earlier today, Ted Leonsis  – the former AOL president who now owns the Washington Capitals, Wizards, Mystics, and the Verizon Center – lazily blasted blogs on his – get this – blog by lambasting the fact that bloggers didn’t stay up late enough to update their sites after last night’s Wizards game… which Leonsis only cared about because he himself didn’t stay up to watch the end of the game

So today I woke up early – 530 am, and looked to the scores of the Wizards vs. Trail Blazer game last night. As noted – I only could stay up til half time. 

NBC local news had a running scroll with the score; that was a nice way to wake up and have a cup of coffee. 

I then went online and read the Washington Post. It covered the game well as the writer was at the game. I then went to several of my favorite Wizards blogs; and what did I see? Previews of the game. A story about Portland and their plans.  One had an article about the Miami Heat game from Friday. 

It appears no local Wizards blogger stayed up late and wrote about the game in real time? I am sure they will do a good job later today; but without NBC local and the Post – I wouldn’t have the data that I wanted and needed. 

Thank goodness for professional media in this regard. They made me happy; thank you.

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, blogs and mainstream media, especially in the realm of sports, have probably never been more at odds than they are now. And never has the playing field been nearly as even as it is today (I’d argue that if you were to start a mainstream news website or a one-person blog right now, you would probably have a higher or the same probability of making a profit with the blog).

Drew and I gave our thoughts to Cabrini student reporter Kevin Durso, who penned a nice piece about the changing landscape of sports coverage in Philadelphia. Give it a read… you know, if this sort of thing interests you.

You can listen to my thoughts on the future of TV on WIP, too (after the jump)… but now we’re getting silly as I wait with boyish enthusiasm for pitchers and catchers to give me something – anything – to write about.