I take all of these with smiles and appreciation, because people make mistakes. But I also maintain a smidge of anger. Never before (and never since) have I heard of people destroying a book they’d never read. I know … I know—Sports Illustrated and the excerpt and blah, blah, blah. It still doesn’t change the fact that 470 pages were being judged off of seven; and that the Chicago media had a field day on me behalf. I still have never heard back from John Kass, the too-tough-to-tough Tribune columnist whose scathing, juvenile hit-job still irks the hell out of me. Whenever I’ve written negatively of someone, and that person calls, I always—always—call back. Yet Kass, typical bully coward, doesn’t even return an e-mail. Not surprising. Just pathetic.
Again, I know … I know. Get over it. Be the bigger man. You’re right … you’re right. Sometimes it’s just hard.
Sometimes things sting.