Over the past 100 years or so the sports desk has replaced the classical music beat as the depository for journalism’s weakest writers. The following sentence shows why. It’s from an article by Johnette Howard writing for ESPN. It occurs towards the end of the article about the Ryan Lochte debacle. The context doesn’t mean much. It’s garbled syntax that merits an award. Here it is in all its goofy glory. Yogi would have loved it.
The sight of a privileged white jock like Lochte dropping in and out of here — but not before trashing some property, complaining to security guards when they called him on it, then being exposed for fabricating another story and generally behaving more like a petty criminal than the Rio he invoked — was galling to Brazilian ears.