I thought we were done.
We’d archived PTFO’s #jordon Slack channel. I turned down an interview with Harvey Levin and TMZ. I returned to the other investigation I’d been working.
What I said to Vanity Fair last week was true: My goal in life is not to be what Robert Caro was to Lyndon B. Johnson, but for Jordon Hudson and Bill Belichick.
But then:
When I tell you that this story is the gift, and curse, that keeps on giving…
I mean that.
The gift: it helped expose PTFO to lots and lots of people who had no idea we unbox stories the way we do, as often as we do.
The curse:
I should reiterate, in reference to the “since-deleted post on her Instagram Stories” that People mentioned, that I find it bizarrely appropriate, at this point, that Jordon Hudson would publicize such a thing and then very quickly delete it.
But to be perfectly clear: I stand by our reporting and the episodes we published.
And here’s the since-deleted post, in case you missed it:
There is, as you might imagine, a lot more that’s happened since we published this episode on Friday.
But you should also know that in some ways, I like the sequel even more than the original.
And that is thanks, in enormous part, to my good friends Katie Nolan and Michael Cruz Kayne. Who continue to agree to have “journalism happen to them.”
And in case you were wondering: yes, I did consider taking my shirt off.
But I decided against it, because the journalistic credibility underpinning my role as the Robert Caro of Jordon Hudson and Bill Belichick is paramount.
YOUTUBE SPOILER ALERT:
Factually,
Pablo
I can't get enough of this horrifically dumb story and I can't thank you enough for feeding me this horrifically dumb story!