don’t ruin twitter!
I swear, people left and right are trying to ruin Twitter. First, the Denver Post prints some story about J.R. Smith supposedly using gang signs on his Twitter. Yes, you heard that right. Gang signs. On his Twitter. How the hell does one accomplish THAT? By the end of the day *poof* J.R.’s Twitter is dead as disco. This royally frosts my cupcakes. Why? Because J.R. Smith is was priceless on Twitter. Simply priceless. If I had known this debacle was coming down today I would have at least taken a commemorative screen shot of his page or something. Instead, I’m stuck with this empty J.R.less existence. Not cool, Denver Post. Not cool.
Then, Ric Bucher (@RicBucher) shared the news (while still having balls enough to do so, I might add) that ESPN dropped the hammer. The hammer being a memo to their employees – including on-air personalities — that essentially seeks to cut them off at the knees in terms of what they can and can’t tweet about.

Source: http://twitter.com/RicBucher/status/3132468169
Unless it “serves” ESPN? Wha wha what?! The Worldwide Leader getting all, “I’m your master” on people. That just makes me queasy.
I realize there have to be some standards and practices. Hell, Chad Ochocinco (wait, is it “Ocho Cinco” or “Ochocinco”? Meh. F- it.) posted pictures of the Bengals’ drug test piss cups today on Twitpic. That can’t be kosher.
I commend Chad for giving fans inside access, but this might have been just a tad over the line. Just a tad.

Source: http://twitter.com/OGOchoCinco/status/3124716428
I guess we can be happy he didn’t decide we needed to see him actually pee in the cup. Aye yie yie.

Source: http://twitpic.com/cqlbd
From this tweet: http://twitter.com/OGOchoCinco/status/3124748206
So, I get it that at some point you have to create some guidelines, but ESPN and their ilk need to understand that the allure of Twitter for many people is the unfiltered access to insiders that it allows. Turn all of your associated Twitter accounts into PR machines vomiting press releases all day and just watch the follower counts drop like a lead balloon.
There has to be a happy medium. While ESPN mulls over just what that is, I hope they keep this in mind: Don’t ruin our fun!
ps. Looks like some NFL teams are cracking down. Thankfully the Bengals are not one of them! 
I just listened to the
I’m working from home today and on the tube in the background is ESPN2. I suffered through two Nascar practices waiting for First Take to come on. When it finally comes on, it turns out the guest yacker today is Stephen A. Smith. Interesting. I think I’m one of the two people in the world (me and Stephen A’s mama) who actually liked his show (“This is my house… but you’re welcome any time.”) before it got shrimpcanned. SAS and Skip Bayless are talking about Tom Brady’s foot. Bayless thinks it’s fishy that Belichick took Brady off the injury report list (for the first time since 2005). SAS thinks if Brady really is hurt, he wouldn’t be playing in the upcoming Chiefs game.
Holy hell, it’s hot up in this bitch. This bitch being New England. I’m sure other parts of the country are much hotter, but I only care about me obviously.
Can I call an end to ESPN subbing in professional athletes to fill in for Mike Golic this week on Mike & Mike? I had no idea how much I truly despised Osi Umenurabastard until today. What a cocky monkeynut. Ok fine, I’m still bitter about the Superbowl, but damn… I wanted to fist fight him over pretty much every statement coming out of his mouth. He’d kill me of course, but that’s neither here nor there in a fictional fist fight. In a fictional fist fight, maybe I kick his ass. 
