Ever wondered what the NY Post’s Phil Mushnick thinks of the chronic abuse received from corners such as this? Ever hoped to hear Phil discuss his journalistic career, his role in Mike Francesa’s rise to prominence and more f-bombs launched than in a David Mamet production? Well, maybe. Salutations to Bob’s Blitz for giving The Bearded Conscience Of All-Things Sports Media an opportunity to tell his side of the story, revealing a character slightly more thoughtful than the reverse racism-obsessed columnist, forever fighting a battle against the Pacific Time Zone, Spike Lee, Vince MacMahon and Brad Benson (not necessarily in that order).
I love that after all these years Mushnick has exposed himself as we have all known.
A foul-mouthed two-faced hypocrite and a failure in life
y’know, I don’t mind that he’s profane. or human, for that matter. He’s not a broadcaster, he’s a guy shooting the shit with a blogger. But Phil’s insistence that he’s the only one sticking up for the little guy is a bit much. The little white guy from New Jersey who doesn’t have tattoos or listen to hip hop, perhaps.