Like all of us, I like Kenny Mayne. I think his deadpan delivery belongs on TV, and I hope he stays good and long at ESPN. I like mentioning him because it gives me the opportunity to roll out a Buster Keaton reference - which is who he reminds me of (next up: Scott Van Pelt as Harold Lloyd!).

(Buy it, we dare ya)

Kenny also reminds me of that quirky rock band that every major record label once had. No one bought their albums, but because that was a time when record companies actually made a lot of money, the add-on ensemble was a feather for those occupying the company penthouse.

I also want you to buy his new book, “An Incomplete and Inaccurate History of Sport“. At least if you want to. I’m not here to deter you on that whatsoever (notice the pained, mixed signals?).

The last few weeks, a lot of us bloggers were emailed 3-4 times by Kenny’s publisher’s PR outfit, which cooked up some semi-lame gadgets to promote the book (ex. one email had Kenny declaring himself eligible for the NFL Draft). We mention this not to mock Kenny. If we were trying to move a book, we’d probably try something similar. Something, anything to get people to notice our offering in the now-noisy, well-read blogosphere. Read more…