And I have little urge to discuss them. The whole thing seems like the PR equivalent of a broken-bat dribbler bobbled by the pitcher then fired in the dirt to first where it was ole’d by the first baseman into right field then tossed into the crowd by an outfielder who had no idea how many outs there were while meanwhile the hitter faceplanted on his way to second base. It is confusing and ugly, and the only thing clear is that no one involved played it particularly well.

If you want more than that, check out what Patrick Flood has to say.

Also, if you’re looking for a slightly more upbeat (though still unutterably sad) bit of 9/11-memorial news, check out Newsday’s piece on my old high school football coach and his wife, who lost their son in 2001. Coach Caproni is on the short list of the warmest, classiest, most downright decent people I’ve ever known.