It’s sportswriter night at the steakhouse. And the stories are medium-rare. So here we are at a sidewalk table, five guys who flew too close to the sun, a little bleached out, a little worse for wear, all thirsty for adult sportswriter conversation. If you haven’t had drinks with a bunch of sportswriters, sit down. You’re really missing out. The last thing they want to talk about is sports, because that’s all they do day and night is talk about hanging curves and salary caps, nickel defenses and trap plays. But like water under a door, sports always seeps into…