A week after Rickey Henderson’s death, enough of the notion-as-fact nonsense. He was not the “greatest baserunner in history.”

File this one under: “So What? Who cares? Dime a Dozen. Next!”

You see it all game, every game. It’s like the thanks-for-nothing, “They move the chains,” replacing the useful “first down” and the yardage gained. It’s tired, repetitive and poorly designed to sound hip.

Cubs outfielder Rick Monday, against the Dodgers in L.A., rescued an American flag that was about to be set afire in center field by two “protestors.” 

This Hot Stove League season has left me cold. Cold, as in it’s almost impossible to care.

The most transparently absurd sports presence on TV remains the lead face and voice of the transparently absurd sports network.

For my two cents and fully repaid college loan, last week beat the previous week for continued social destruction of our sports

Similarly, on Thursday, in exchange for a staggering $375 million in big-name guess money, Fox again force-fed Tom Brady to the nation, placing him on the Giants-Cowboys Thanksgiving Day telecast.

After rising, Baker Mayfield immediately, as if rehearsed, began to perform a classless, bad-winner mockery of something-string Giants QB Tommy DeVito and his media-enriched stereotype by making double paisano finger gestures.

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I’ll be home for Christmas. Chestnuts roasting by an open fire. We shall overcome.

Bob Nehwart left us one college football season too soon. In one of his famous one-way phone conversations, he’d have had great, satirical fun with what this season has become.