Someone at ESPN had the great idea of letting Hunter S. Thompson write his own Web column. Then survival mode kicked in and it was decided never to let the world know about "Hey, Rube."
So Thompson's fevered, hysterical ravings which rope Johnny Depp, Grantland Rice, and gambling—always gambling—together into a paranoid alterna-verse are largely overlooked.
When Thompson "remembers" his youth spent running wild at the SEC basketball tourney, it is easy to see why the Disney suits might sweat:
Wow! That really was the good old days, eh? That kind of behavior today, in 2002 America, would get you locked up by some quasi-legal Military Tribunal in a cage at Guantanamo Bay … and it was not that long ago, either—barely 20 years since the days when people could speak openly to each other without fear of the police and wander around freely, wherever they wanted to, as long as they weren't hurting anyone else, when a nationwide panic like the one we have today was inconceivable, when some hideous bogeyman like "War on Terrorism" would have seemed more like a vengeful Communist Plot than something that could ever happen in the good old U.S.A.