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He noticed that Warner, “the kind of guy who’d use Armani to polish the silverware . . . was definitely suffering a panache deficit.” Kass asked Warner about his suit. “Guess what I paid for it?” said Warner. “It only cost me $150.”
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Reading these two columnists made me hungry for more. This was the day Ryan confidant Scott Fawell would begin testifying for the state, which supposedly he only agreed to do so the state would go easy on his fiancee, who’d pleaded guilty to lying to a grand jury. Fawell’s a piece of work, and I couldn’t wait to see what angles Brown and Kass would take.
Whenever journalistic intervention brings about some wonderful result–say, since we were already talking about Ryan, some mope not dying for a murder he didn’t commit–government officials who ought to be ashamed of themselves insist the near miss goes to show the system works. But journalists don’t want to be part of any system. That notion turns the public’s right to know into the media’s duty to tell. The next time some innocent guy’s on death row they might have a prior engagement.
You care or you don’t. Baseball’s all-star game used to be one of the top events on the calendar, the best against the best to establish league dominance, but at some point it stopped mattering to anyone. The recent decision to make home-field advantage in the World Series contingent on the all-star game was an attempt to make it matter enough to retain a TV audience and keep the players interested.
The Tribune covered the story almost daily for a week. The Sun-Times kissed it off in a one-paragraph brief.
