You know emo’s hit a certain cultural tipping point when unassuming ESPN writers name drop it just to get a reaction from readers. Such is this sentence by Rick Paulas, reporting on the MLB Winter Meetings:
“Most of the stuff littered across the giant mess on the floor is for baseball execs (i.e. new radar guns, jersey design outlets, pitching machines, scoreboards, stadium seats, etc.), but every now and then, as I aimlessly wandered the booths like an emo rock star, something hit me with the force of a giant fist. The first such instance came because it was, indeed, a giant fist.”
What does that even mean? Did Paulas just need something flashy to brighten an otherwise dull sentence? Who knows.