Before you say anything: yes, I know football ain’t my bailiwick. But if you think I’m posting about this just because football is big and popular and anything Deflategate-related is guaranteed to attract eyeballs and pageviews, well, um, that’s where you’re right.
I’m watching this stuff from way over here in baseball land I can’t help but think that this is nothing more than Michael Pineda and pine tar. Or Clay Buchholz and Bullfrog sunscreen. Or some knucklehead with a corked bat. Cheating? Sure. Probably something deserving of a suspension and a fine? Oh, totally. But not exactly the sort of thing that causes the world to stop.
Yet it is here, it seems. It’s sucking up all of the media oxygen and causing the usual members of the sanctimony brigade to talk about Tom Brady’s legacy and how it negates everything he ever did on a football field. This seems ridiculous to me. Hell, the whole idea of “legacy” the way it’s described in these cases seems ridiculous. All I know for sure is that if people like Bill Plaschke and Juliet Macur are clutching their pearls over something, there’s a good chance it’s an overblown b.s. of a controversy.
Anyway, someone — sincerely, because again, football ain’t my bailiwick — tell me why this isn’t a pine tar case? Is it because the Patriots are seen as serial cheaters? Is it because they have won a lot and Tom Brady is famous? Do we have this same level of outrage if it’s Joe Flacco or someone deflating balls? Inquiring, amused minds want to know.