BISSINGER VS. SWEENEY: A Prayer For The Shitty

Buzz_Bissinger.jpgPHILLY MAG: THE LAST TIME Buzz Bissinger was a newspaper writer, Ronald Reagan was president, Wilson Goode was mayor, nobody in the world had ever blogged, and the Philadelphia Inquirer had a circulation of close to 500 large. Under legendary editor Gene Roberts, the city’s newspaper of record was in the midst of a Pulitzer blitzkrieg that would snag 17 of the coveted prizes in a decade and a half. Buzz, in fact, had just won one, along with two colleagues, for a series of articles on corruption in the city’s courts.

The year was 1988. Ed Rendell had recently lost two straight elections: for governor, to Bob Casey Sr. in 1986, and to Goode for mayor in 1987. David L. Cohen was seven years out of law school. And Buzz, at the height of his and the Inquirer’s powers, was about to make a move that would prove oddly prescient: He would leave his job to move to middle-of-nowhere Odessa, Texas, and write a book about high-school football. The result, Friday Night Lights, would become a New York Times best-seller, be named the best football book of all time by Sports Illustrated, be made into a hit movie and critically acclaimed TV series, and launch Buzz into the career stratosphere. He’d go on to write for TV’s NYPD Blue, the New York Times, and, especially, Vanity Fair, for which he specializes in epic tales of tragedy and waste: failing shock jock Don Imus, doomed Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro, disgraced journalist Stephen Glass, the sad denouement of Joe DiMaggio.

Which made it all the more perplexing to pick up the Sunday Inquirer last fall and see, once again, Buzz’s familiar byline, attached to opinion pieces of distinctly domestic reach: on Philly’s new D.A., Mayor Nutter’s budget, a trip to Costco. What wasn’t so familiar was the tone: Lynne Abraham was “a vulture,” Tom Ridge had managed to “fail upward on the basis of nothing,” that budget was “voodoo,” and Ed Rendell was engaged in “a Custer’s Last Stand to be the center of attention.” It was no mystery why the paper — its circulation in the dumps, its staffing slashed, its owners mired in monetary woes — would leap at the chance to showcase a famous alumnus. But across the city, Inquirer-ing minds wondered: Why was Buzz Bissinger so mad? MORE

PHILLYIST:  The quote that caught the Pulitzer Prize winner’s attention was this: “Having not read the columns, and having written Buzz off as a joeybs.jpgcrank a while ago, I don’t have a lot to say.” I’m totally cool with calling someone a crank when it’s justified. But, let’s be honest here, Buzz Bissinger penned what was dubbed by Sports Illustrated as the best football book of all time—Friday Night Lights. Sweeney, for his part, writes blog posts (not unlike this one) that take snark to an all-time low by smacking on other local blogs and independently published newspapers that formerly employed the aging hipster. For the record, Sweeney is somewhere between 43 and 44 37 years old, probably rides a fixed gear bike—err, drives an Infinity G—has published zero New York Times best sellers, earned zero Pulitzer Prizes, and considers the Rocky statue to be a city-wide sign of selling out. Bissinger is 55 years old, recently embraced Twitter, probably doesn’t know what a fixed gear bicycle is, and has forgotten more about the writing profession than Joey has learned. MORE

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