Packers TE Brandon Bostick faced the music yesterday after his monumental miscue on a Seahawks onside kick set the stage for the hosts’ recovery and eventual victory in the NFC Championship game, but Bostick’s maturity meant little to the hordes of Twitter abusers who had a field day at his expense. “Boys Will Be Boys: The Glory Days and Party Nights of the Dallas Cowboys Dynasty” author Jeff Pearlman observed the hate fest and concluded, “it’s sickening”.
You’re talking about a man who jumped for a football and missed. Again—he jumped for a football and missed. When I tried making this point on Twitter (always a mistake), multiple dolts countered with, “It wasn’t his job!” Which is probably true. Bostick was, it seems, supposed to let the ball reach Jordy Nelson.
But, again, he made a mistake. A human mistake. A mistake people make when footballs come bouncing their way, and 11 opposing players are charging forcefully, and it’s right there in front of you, floating … floating … floating.
I love sports. I mean, I truly love sports, and have devoted much of my life to covering them. But I can’t imagine ever reaching such pathetic depths that I’d greet a man’s lowest moment (true public humiliation) by striving to make it worse. I mean, James Rolley—”Bostick I will kill you”? I mean, Chef Curry—”Kill yo self bitch”? I mean, Dave Rothstein—”Suck my dick”? (Dave, I can say this as a fellow Jew. Odds are your dick is not particularly large).