There are few written words that I despise more than those dreamed up by Steve Dilbeck of the Los Angeles Times. My disdain for his work isn’t caused by his sloppy style, his obvious shtick, his hackishness, his overriding lack of research, his causing me to be reminded of the feeling one gets when a person with whom you are previously unfamiliar immediately reveals far too much personal information about themselves, or his inability to salvage a single, precious thought and spend it on the template writing he calls a column prior to writing it.
No, I hate what he produces because despite all of those things being true and evident, I continue to read his work and give it page views and give it attention that for intents and purposes, it does not deserve. I simply can’t help myself.
His latest blog entry expresses hope that over the next three games, the Los Angeles Dodgers crush the San Francisco Giants playoff drive. Fine. I like the San Francisco Giants. He loves the Los Angeles Dodgers. I probably wouldn’t choose to write an entire column imploring one team to slaughter another, but to each their own.
But then he opens his column like this:
Crush the Giants! Knock every breath of hope out of their pukey, Halloween-colored sails!
Given the relatively recent events of this season’s Opening Day and the following ongoing hospitalization of Giants fan Bryan Stow after men (and I use the term loosely) attacked and beat him in the parking lot of Dodgers Stadium until he was close to death and rendered comatose for several months, I also might not choose to use words like “knock every breath of hope out.”
Dilbeck can’t even defend his utter insensitivity through ignorance, in his case a very believable defense, because only a few paragraphs later he references the attack as a means of supporting his cause.
Earlier this season, I lamented that in the wake of the opening-day incident that much of the air had temporarily gone out of the rivalry. That view left many die-hard Dodger fans aghast, as if nothing in the baseball universe could ever diminish the loathing inherit in the Dodgers-Giants rivalry.
Yes. How a vicious attack on another human being affects an artificially built rivalry that a talentless hack depends on as his crutch to maintaining gainful employment is really what we should all be concerned about.
For me, temporary lasted until the end of September. In absolutely no way do I mean to diminish what happened to Bryan Stow, but never did I suggest that the rivalry would not ultimately survive and move forward.
In absolutely no way do I mean to personally insult Steve Dilbeck, but never have I read a more sickening display of priorities left wanting or such wanton ignorant arrogance. His imagining that anyone but him would be worried that his own subjective definition of a supposed rivalry would not survive and move forward from a man almost being killed is perhaps the grossest disregard for a human life that a sports writer could publish.
I understand that attracting web traffic is likely an important part of Mr. Dilbeck’s job, and that given their position in the standings and the Wild Card race, the third last series of the season is as meaningless for the Giants as it is for the Dodgers, but to reference the victim of a crime that almost took his life and diminish it in the fashion that Dilbeck does, in order to promote something as meaningless as a sports rivalry as a means of encouraging a few extra page views is disgustingly short-sighted and more thoughtless than a comatose man clinging to life. In other words, it’s the work of Steve Dilbeck.