Reader snowbirdgothic, commenting on the David Eckstein/Pujols story this morning, pretty much nails the nature of free agency speculation in the sporting press:
Somewhere, there’s a lonely, honest sportswriter who’s going to pen a piece called “Albert Pujols is going somewhere they’re going to back up a dump truck full of money to his house, and none of this other crap matters, but we can’t say that and we have column inches to fill.”
He will then, immediately, be fired, and his replacement will do 1200 words on how Rex Hudler believes that if Pujols goes to Chicago, he’s not a true Cardinal.
It really is that simple. There are a handful of people who actually know stuff, and even they don’t know it until right before something is announced. The rest of us are mostly just farting around. Nothing wrong with that — farting around is a lot of fun and gets us through the winter — but let’s not pretend it’s anything more than farting around.