Nothing comes out right these days. A little while back, they thought they found the tomb of Alexander the Great, but it turned out just to be some schmo from antiquity who had liquefied over the millennia and we now have the phrase “sarcophagus juice” to toss around as a punchline. Then, they found the world’s oldest wheel of cheese, only to discover that it was shot through with brucellosis, which makes parts of the body swell that are the parts of the body nobody wants to have swell. There’s a horrible undertow to almost everything these days, a steady, foul flow of journalistic sarcophagus juice that seems to be running under the surface of every news story and beneath all the institutions that reporters cover.
The Mess at Maryland Is Another Grim Indictment of College Sports's Institutions
