It’s like the New York Post isn’t even trying anymore


While I am opposed to A-Rod bashing, I do love a delicious tabloid cover once in a while. I mean, say what you want about the Post and the Daily News, but “Headless Body In Topless Bar!” is pretty much the height of journalism. And while, sure, it’ll be hard to ever top that one, even your run-of-the-mill daily puns from these rags can induce a chuckle. At times I think the covers are the only things redeeming them.

Which makes today’s New York Post so depressing. No effort at all. No effort to be funny or clever or anything. It’s the most mailed in Post I can recall seeing:



I guess it’s spring training for the tabloids too.