My love/hate relationship with Brian McGrory

When the Globe made Brian McGrory one of its metro columnists and his very first column was about dog walkers on the Commonwealth Avenue mall, I *almost* wished they'd given the Old Thumbucking Plagiarist another chance.

Through the years, McGrory has dished up a consistent platter of called-in columns on stuff nobody cares about, except perhaps members of his immediate family (such as the column he once wrote about the travails of covering the governor of Connecticut as a cub reporter down in in the Nutmeg State). As Johnny wrote about one recent column:

... This is that rarest of McGrory-ism two-fers, where he includes his patented "Gosh, this town sure does love those Red Sox" drivel while generally wasting everyone's time with nonsense that's sure to leave you at least 10% dumber. ...

But every once in awhile, McGrory delivers the sort of column you'd expect from a metro columnist at the region's largest newspaper. Such as today's skewering of state Rep. Gene O'Flaherty.

Please, Brian, more of this!

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