Kyle Bunch

It’s less “writing about football” than “business reporting that smells like filthy jockstrap,” and it carries the same vernacular of confidence games, tautological assumptions of confidence, and backroom rumor leakage. And like business reporting, it rarely sees fit to correct itself even in the face of mounting evidence that someone, despite holding a title and a position of importance, might be utterly and evidentially incompetent. There is not an NFL studio crew commentary that doesn’t start a discussion of a coach without mentioning what a good man he is; there is not a GM who doesn’t “get it.

When you go to Prada in Soho, you buy a bag or a tie,” he says, “And what do they do? They take your credit card. They go downstairs. They come back with this leather case, and they open it up. You sign. They take it back downstairs. And then they put the receipt in this ridiculous envelope. They hide all the damage, so it makes it feel like you’re in this alternate universe. Why can’t smaller places do the same? Why do they have to compromise when it comes to one of the important things in their business, which is getting paid for what they do? It’s a simple exchange of value.