It’s probably next to impossible to turn out a sports column every day or two without resorting to the helium machine. Chris Sprow, editor of the local monthly Chicago Sports Review, writes elegantly on the matter at his paper’s Web site. Thanks to a two-bit rumble the other day in Madison Square Garden, he contends, the Denver Nuggets’ Carmelo Anthony has been damned for his “tarnished legacy.” Sprow isn’t buying. “It’s a sham. All of it. It borders on farcical. The hyperbole serves only the writer, and to label things thusly should force others to wonder if the writer has ever seen a locker room. A brawl of this meager magnitude can tarnish a legacy? Ridiculous.” Anthony, says Sprow, is 22 years old, too young to even have a legacy to tarnish.

Sprow references, without exactly agreeing with, a recent Hot Type I wrote on sportswriters who decide which athletes win big awards and get into halls of fame. He’s thinking a lot harder on the same general subject.