If you’ve read this space before, you probably recognize that my goal is to be genuine, not necessarily the loudest.
The bad part about that is that our business has a history of benefitting the squeakiest wheels.
The good part is that you never have to be worried that I’m saying anything for the sake of saying it.
The bad part for me is that when I’m wrong, I very much have to own it. I cannot attempt to suggest I was simply bloviating for the sake of getting attention. Anything I say is legitimately how I feel.
In 2023 I said very many things. I was wrong about a number of them. But in particular, I was extraordinarily wrong about one. I mean, the type of wrong that even the “Freezing Cold Takes” account would pass on because it was such a grotesque miss.
I, Glenn Clark, typed the following sentence for the October/November print issue of PressBox.
“I’m not sure I’ve felt this good about the health of Maryland basketball since the start of the 2009-10 season.”
I’m not remotely kidding you when I say that re-reading this actually give me chills. I put that not only on Al Gore’s internet but it is documented in the type of ink that costs actual American dollars and was read by thousands of Maryland residents whilst sitting on their commodes and/or looking down at their picnic tables whilst waiting for the crabs to be poured out.
I really said that. I really felt that. I was … so spectacularly wrong. Just brutally and historically wrong. Oh and quickly! Quickly wrong! It took exactly four games into the season for me to wonder how long it might take to visit every area Royal Farms and rip out the last page of a magazine still available on stands.
And that’s of course the worst part about this year’s Maryland basketball season, right? It just had to keep you guys up at night knowing the embarrassment your favorite heroic weekly columnist was feeling.
