Photo Courtesy of the Jets BlogI'm torn on Peter King. The Sports Illustrated columnist has been covering the NFL for 20 years and as a journalist, he certainly is accomplished. He's won awards, he's got connections in every NFL organization, and he's devoted pretty much his entire career to covering the NFL.
As such, like many others, I read his Monday Morning Quarterback column every week in an effort to absorb as much information as possible about the Eagles the the NFL. I don't care if it's late April, the NFL any time of year is awesome.
So, every Monday I read King, and every Monday I get annoyed with 2/3 of the crap he writes about - whether its the Red Sox (die Red Sox die), the coffee critiques, the way he subtly weaves his political views into what is supposed to be a football column, or his love affair with certain NFL figures (see Farve, Brett) I find his work highly annoying.
I'm certainly not the only person to feel this way, sites like Kissing Suzy Kolber have been eviscerating King for years. However, there are usually a few good nuggets of information in there, so like a meth-head I keep shooting this crap into my veins - until today, when King actually talked about, well.....crap.
In his enjoyable/aggravating the travel note of the week, Peter paints a wonderful picture for his readers by offering up this:
Changing planes at DFW on Sunday, I used the men's room near one of the American gates. I walked into one of the toilet stalls with the automatic flushers.
WHOOOOOSH. I closed the door to the stall and sat down.
Three more times I heard the same WHOOOOOSH as I sat there and minded my own business.
Of course, no flush when I get up and leave the stall. Gotta love technology.
You'll notice Peter didn't exactly note whether the event was enjoyable or aggravating, but I certainly know how I feel about it.
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