As we watch on Comedy Central’s website a discussion between a couple of no-H Johns (Meacham and Stewart) regarding the impending sale of Newsweek, the decline of the print industry, and the rise of the aggregators (who under Meacham’s view of the world are not yet ready to take over because we don’t own yachts . . . but at least I “have a few
more zeros at the end of my contract than he do“), we’re struck by the irony of the current side project that is keeping the PFT writing crew even more frazzled than we are during the regular season.
For the first time, we’re preparing a season preview magazine, which will be on newsstands in June.
Yes, after mastering (sort of) the digital model at a time when leaf-eating newspapers and magazines are collapsing in a heap of large bones due to the dust cloud from the Internet asteroid that hit the earth a decade ago, we’re going T-Rex (complete with the skinny little arms) to turn the stuff only available on the screen of a computer or wireless device into something onto which you can spill mustard or marinara sauce.
As we put the thing together, we’ve encountered a dilemma. We need to place a picture of a player on the cover. And we want to give you, the intended demographic who likely only buys anything made of paper in small rolls (hey, there’s another use for the magazine), a chance to make a case for the guy who should appear on the cover.
So drop a comment and make a suggestion and provide support for it.
And, yeah, we fully expect a few of you to nominate Ben Roethlisberger and/or Steve Smith. We’re not going to tell you not to do it, because that would only result in more comments nominating Ben Roethlisberger and/or Steve Smith.