The Sports Desk turns off its lights: R.I.P., Doc.

“It had to happen,” the wags will all say tomorrow with perfect 20/20 on the talk shows. “With that many drugs and that many guns, it was only a matter of time.” Well, maybe it was. But in none of the speed-obits coming on the heels of Hunter S. Thompson’s apparent suicide reported about an hour ago has Fishbowl seen any of the true devotees talking about what the Doc meant to journalism, to writing, and to mischievousness in general.