From his review...
On the day I went to see "Murderball," the Red Sox were trying to deal Manny
Ramirez, their $160 million slugger who'd requested a trade and started jogging
out grounders so the team would take him seriously; Ricky Williams was mounting
a comeback in Miami, where he left last year's Dolphins in the lurch to break
Snoop Dogg's most-weed-smoked-in-one-calendar-year-by-a-celebrity record; and
Terrell Owens was griping about a contract that he'd happily signed one year
See where I'm heading? This was another sobering sports summer:
athletes living in a distorted reality, fans taking every slight personally,
money hanging over everything. Like always.
Have you noticed there are now more quality documentaries coming out each year than studio films?