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Monday, May 28, 2012
Wherein I Take Umbrage At Something In The NYT
This may not be the first time that I've winced at something in the New York Times [I think that was when they tried to turn the obit for movie cowgirl Dale Evans into a dissertation on post-modern feminism], but this opening sentence, while compelling and designed to please an editor on a holiday weekend, isn't accurate:
In the end, it was a typical Monaco Grand Prix procession: The man on pole finished first, the man who started second finished second, and none of many potential surprises came to be.
Well, racing reporter, except for the races that were held between 1989 to 2007. That would seem to make it not typical at all.
[This is for Formula One nerds only, of whom I know only two others.]