This year, a year we call 2011, and a year that the Mayans might have called "Run For Fuckin' Cover!!", I plan to abstain from Jason Kendall, and I think everybody else should too.
There is nothing new to say about Jason Kendall. There are no novel complaints left about his skeels. All the grit jokes are so worn they couldn't be used to sand a spanked baby's ass. There is no new annoyance in his game that hasn't been covered, here and elsewhere. My modest proposal is that we no longer discuss Jason Kendall. Let him be the Ellsworth Toohey to our Howard Roark: we won't even think of him.
Jason will be with us the rest of the year, my friends, this much is true. He is like a rash on that part of your body you can't scratch, because your gut hangs over your belt and you are out of breath by the time you try to reach it. In other words, he will be here until he is gone. But that doesn't mean Kendall must occupy every third comment on every other thread, and I can confidently predict there is no useful Fanpost or Fanshot worthy of Jason Kendall--except this one, of course. In short, let's give him the Fredo treatment, prior to the rowboat and firearms.
Won't you join me in this journey of self-discovery, this act of civilly disobedient anti-suckitude? This will require some self discipline for all of us, but, just like the showing of a bluff after the bet is won, I believe this will be "good for the game."
Please sign up below. You'll be proud you did.