Two weeks ago San Francisco Chronicle writer Ray Ratto posted a Sportsline column in which he labeled as a "half-wit, quarter-wit and TV personality" anyone who dared think the NBA might not be on the level.
He said anyone who concluded that the league was trying to arrange a Lakers-Celtics series by having Joey Crawford work the San Antonio series despite his history of conflict with Tim Duncan was "lazy, or stupid, or insufficiently curious." I believe in psychological circles they call that "projecting," the practice of casting your own shortcomings onto others, whether they have them or not.
You remember the May 29th column, Ray? I sent you an email suggesting that you had completely abandoned the journalistic principal of skepticism and cynicism in order to slop at the NBA trough like just another hog to be fattened up for slaughter. (OK, so I think I added the hog reference just now but, well, sorry I didn't think of it then.)
Funny how, just a mere two weeks after ridiculing anyone who dared suggest that the fix was in, Ratto's most recent column does a packpedal that would make Ronnie Lott proud: "But if Donaghy is right and can prove what he claims, then Conspiracy Nation is right, and the NBA deserves the million-pound filth-hammer coming its way. Let the firings and prosecutions commence."
And while we're at it, let the crow-eating begin. It doesn't even matter if Donaghy is ultimately proven right. What I'm enjoying is that just two weeks after looking down his nose at anyone who dared question the legitimacy of the almighty NBA, Ratto is now forced to wonder aloud about the league's authenticity. He doesn't even have to believe it, but he has to publicly question it, if only to avoid looking like a complete horse's ass in the unlikely event it all breaks reeeeeally bad. I believe the initials are CYA.
Rationalize it anyway you like, Ray, it makes you a two-faced, backpedalling chump.