Esquire: In my other life as a sportswriter, I occasionally take a break from wishing that the NCAA headquarters be demolished and the ground salted so that the organization never rises again, and from despising idiotic drug frenzies such as the one currently convulsing the tender consciences of those who cover baseball, and I take up once again my deep loathing and utter contempt for the well-nourished blazers of the International Olympic Committee, who soon will be grazing the buffets in Russia, and who would not like said buffet-grazing to be interrupted by any pesky displays of free speech.

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