Don’t get me wrong. I love sports. In fact, early in my career, I thought I wanted to be a sportswriter the rest of my life.

But after nearly three years of it, I came to almost hate it. I’m not the kind of guy who creates idols. And, frankly, that’s what sports writing is: making heroes out of people who probably aren’t. Case in point: the recent murder-suicide involving Jovan Belcher and the day-after media coverage, particularly in the national sports media.

It was an unspeakable tragedy on so many levels. A starting linebacker for the Kansas City Chiefs, Belcher and his girlfriend — who had just had a baby girl together — were arguing a lot. His girlfriend, Kasandra Perkins, had her fill of it and decided it was best for her to leave and seek custody of the child.