I’ve been writing multiple blogs re: Mike  Singletary lately. It’s because he’ll be gone soon and he’s a fascinating character and I love to write about him and I’m running out of chances. He could be a character in a novel, that’s how interesting he is.

So this post is about Singletary and names. To the best of my knowledge he does not know the name of a single reporter or columnist. I can say for sure he never calls any of us by name. I once asked him why and he said he has a bad memory for names.

Maybe. I mean he knows his players’ names and wife’s name and his kids’ names and his friends’ name. I could go on. But when it comes to reporters he has a bad memory for names. That’s his business, but it does tell us a lot about him.
To him, I believe, reporters are less than human. They are human-minus. They also are an obstacle and maybe even the enemy. They are to be endured and manipulated.

Well, we actually are human beings and Singletary’s strategy is kind of rude. It also hasn’t worked. Because Singletary apparently does not know I’m called Lowell Cohn and others also have names he has failed to win the goodwill he might have won. I don’t believe anyone is against him. His record is against him. But I don’t imagine nameless writers and TV people and radio people feel warm toward him and go out of their way to give him a break the way they may give Keith Smart a break for a while.

This nameless thing was a losing tactic on Singletary’s part in addition to being impolite. In the long run it doesn’t matter. He’ll be gone and then he can forget all our names if he ever knew them in the first place.