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So Richard Rys wrote a piece about me and the site in the current issue of Philadelphia Magazine. The (print) headline, Hating Kyle Scott, seemingly stems from the fact that most local media folks contacted for the story either refused to talk about me or ripped me.

CSN’s sleepy blogger at least attached his name to his comments…

Blogs now influence the way old-school media covers sports and even, to some degree, the way front offices run their franchises. Of all the local sites, none has made a bigger splash than Scott’s. And no one is more loathed by those who cover Philly sports — even by his online peers. When I compare Crossing Broad to the national sports site Deadspin — where dick pics are always de rigueur — rival Philly blogger Enrico Campitelli Jr. of The 700 Level says, “That’s insulting to Deadspin.”

… unlike these sports media folks, who saw no irony in decrying gossip while anonymously bashing a blogger in a magazine:

You’d figure the analytics guys would dislike Scott’s gossipy style, and most of them do. But so do the casual-fan-site webmasters, some of whom refused to discuss Crossing Broad on the record. (One sports media source said writing about Scott would cheapen this column.)

BACK IN SCOTT’S OFFICE, Phillies pennants hang from the wall above his desk, where sports books, a Jimmy Buffett bio and a Chase Utley bobblehead line the shelves. He shows me the glare-reducing glasses he wears to protect his eyes from long days of staring at his two computer screens and his phone. For a guy one sports media insider calls “an egotistical prick,” he’s particularly friendly and well-mannered — apologizing when his Lab mix, Hayley, jumps up to say hello, offering water or a beer, and laying out a box of Philly Soft Pretzel Bites.

Egotistical prick would be considered a compliment if it were in the comments, so I think I’ll get over that one.

I actually thought the piece was quite good and that Rys was very fair to me (though Hayley is upset that her momentary lapse in manners made it to print). And it’s not everyday you’ll read a story with a lede about T.O.’s penis.

Read the full thing here.