— Henry Jenkins, Convergence Culture, 2006. (via silverstags)
At this point, Sidney Crosby is basically a grown-up child star who’s managed to have continued success instead of doing things like driving Lamborghini’s through store front windows while on quaaludes like most of them. But because he’s been so flawless in the media – I mean, the guys has done 43270275840 interviews and maybe said something controversial, let alone interesting, a handful of times at most. It’s made him a bit of a robot. He doesn’t seem to be able to joke around or have fun, he’s just a soulless automaton built to destroy other hockey teams.
He actually reminds me a bit of how Tiger Woods was before we found out he had a Joey Chestnut-like hunger for porn stars – you didn’t think there was a real person inside with actual human needs.
Crosby’s “say-and-do the right thing” m.o. in public has to have leaked into his private life, right? You think he’s capable of opening up, or do you think he’s just…always like that?