(Editor’s Note : from time to time, baseball executive, Labrador lover and consumer advocate Randy L. of the Bronx lends his innermost thoughts on the events of the day with CSTB’s vast readership. Upon learning the Hall Of Fame’s veterans committee had chosen not to induct his former employer, the late Yankee principal owner George Steinbrenner, Randy offered, no, he insisted on having his say – GC)
While I hope it’s been a happy holiday season in your household, the afterglow of an otherwise joyous Hanukah was ruined in the Levine home yesterday. We’d been celebrating The Greatest Sporting Franchise In The World’s acquisitions of proven winners like Jacoby Ellsbury, Brian McCann and Carlos Beltran, while having a good laugh over our former 2nd baseman pricing himself right into a baseball Siberia I wouldn’t visit on a bet (though I understand the walking tour of Places Layne Staley Liked To Hang Out is “not to be missed”). The good tidings came to crashing halt yesterday, however when I received a phone call informing me the cretins at the so-called Hall Of Fame had chosen to disregard the candidacy of my good friend and mentor, the late George Steinbrenner.
Mr. Steinbrenner’s name is synonymous with excellence, winning, class, and giving brilliant executives like myself the sort of platform we deserve. By contrast, his sons Hank and Hal are synonymous with undeserved good fortune and hogging headlines that were truly earned by someone older and far better looking. It is true, to quote the late Billy Martin, that Mr. Steinbrenner was once “convicted”, but do his overzealous efforts on behalf of one of this nation’s greatest presidents deserve greater scorn than say, a recent HOF inductee who would’ve left a World Series ring imprint on his wife’s face, had he won more than one of ‘em? Do Mr. Steinbrenner’s noble attempts to blow the lid off a poorly-run charity deserve eternal mockery compared to the inability of another new
drunk HOF member to keep his eyes open while operating a motor vehicle?
As today’s sportswriters and poorly qualified “veterans committees” foster a culture of hypocrisy and double standards, I’m pleased to see there’s one other member of this organization willing to speak the truth. When asked about Robinson Cano leaving the Bronx in favor of what could well be a lifetime of obscurity, our general manager, the zipper-challenged Brian Cashman was heard to say something along the lines of, “I’d have done the same thing.” And that’s almost certainly the case ; given his contempt for the institution of marriage, the way he thoroughly humiliated a woman foolish enough to become his bride, can anyone really be surprised that Brian Cashman boasts of being as ethically bereft as he is horny?
Have fun in Cooperstown next summer, assholes. I’ll be here at the New Stadium, watching Ellsbury, Beltran, McCann and the new-look 2014 New York Yankees run away with the AL East. If you’ve made too many poor life choices like Cashman and don’t have a great guy like me to bail you out, you’ll probably not be able to afford tickets, but the games will sound terrific on our new radio partner, WFAN. I’m told they’ve not featured Major League Baseball on this station for many, many years, so this should be a great learning experience for all of us.
see you in Tampa,
The Randy L.
Chat TV fixture/hoax artist Ken Tarr was arrested Monday morning after making a series of prank calls to various hoops and football coaches under the guise of job offers. From NBC News’s Andrew Blankstein :
Tarr, 32, was booked Monday morning on suspicion of felony eavesdropping by LAPD Hollywood Division detectives for recording phone calls with sports figures without their permission, according to Los Angeles County Sheriff’s booking records and LAPD officials. Under California law, it is illegal to record someone without their consent.
At least a dozen coaches from the NFL, NBA and college football teams were victims of the illegal eavesdropping, including University of Hawaii Coach Norm Chow, Minnesota Vikings head coach Leslie Frazier and San Diego Chargers Offensive Coordinator Ken Whisenhunt, sources familiar with the investigation said.
In one of the most high-profile stunts that’s part of the LAPD investigation, Tarr allegedly telephoned former Tampa Bay Buccaneers and Indianapolis Colts coach and NBC analyst Tony Dungy to offer him the head coaching job at the University of Southern California, sources said. Although the school ultimately offered the position to Steve Sarkisian, the prank led to confusion and denials from both USC and Dungy.
In October, after emailing a writer for the sports website “Deadspin” an email with the subject line “Hi I hoaxed Tony Dungy, “ someone called Kenny Tarr boasted to the writer that he’d made dozens of calls to sports figures.
“I’m amazed that they’re returning any of these calls,” he said. He also sent the writer a video recording of a phone call with basketball coach Mark Jackson in which he claimed to be a liaison working for the Los Angeles Lakers in their search for a new head coach.
Presumably, the head-hunting call to Leslie Frazier occurred prior to the 2013 NFL campaign.
In paying homage to Raptors GM Masai Ujiri’s dumping of Rudy Gay upon the Sacramento Kings (“in one unforeseen swoop, like a liberator arriving in occupied territory, Ujiri has altered the short and long-term trajectory of the franchise”), SportsNet’s Michael Grange carefully notes that the former Nuggets GM (above)is no stranger to blatant acts of highway robbery (ie. extracting an entire starting lineup for Carmelo Anthony). What Grange calls Ujiri’s previous “signature deal”, however, was completed with his counterpart exec, Donnie Walsh, operating with a gun to his head. What, pray tell, was Sacramento’s excuse?
How off-the-radar was the Gay trade? Even 48 hours ago sources close to the Raptors and around the NBA were saying the same thing: moving the Raptors’ $19-million man was proving so difficult and the market for a fading, high-volume shooter who has shown no ability or aptitude for meshing in an offence that didn’t revolve around him that Ujiri had basically given up trying to move him.
When news leaked out Sunday night that Gay and forward Quincy Acy were being sent to Sacramento for a quartet of role players, none of whom come with booby-trapped contracts, reaction around the league was incredulous. “Doesn’t Sacramento watch the games?” said one long-time league executive.
Even late last week sources close to the team were coming to grips with the possibility that Gay would play out his contract in Toronto hampering the team’s progress for this season and next. His presence threatened to hold the Raptors’ future hostage and after five years without the playoffs anything that delayed a proper rebuild was in some corners of the fanbase the equivalent of water torture.
Robbie Cano, what have you gotten yourself into? During a period in which the Washington Redskins and New York Knicks would otherwise be dueling for the title of Most Dysfunctional Franchise, the Seattle Mariners are ready to stake their claim in said dubious competition. While former skipper Eric Wedge minces few words in burying GM Jack Zduriencik (above) in a long, gory conversation with the Seattle Times’ Geoff Baker, it’s ex-Zduriencik assistant Tony Blengino with the most damning accounts.
Blegino, banished from Mariners offices last year for his failure to kiss ass, claims he was responsible for Zduriencik’s job application package and a concerted attempt to pass himself off to ownership as some sort of statistical maven. “Jack never has understood one iota about statistical analysis,” sneers Blegino to Baker. “To this day, he evaluates hitters by homers, RBI and batting average and pitchers by wins and ERA. Statistical analysis was foreign to him. But he knew he needed it to get in the door.”
After Zduriencik fired manager Don Wakamatsu,Blengino said Zduriencik — needing to further finger-point — soon marginalized him as “the stats guy” despite his scouting background and the draft work that earned him a team “President’s Award” in 2009.
In 2011, Zduriencik imported longtime associate Ted Simmons as a senior adviser and increased responsibilities for second-year assistant GM Jeff Kingston, pushing Blengino from his inner circle. Zduriencik received a three-year contract extension that August and Blengino said Zduriencik told him: “Now, we do things my way.”
Blengino said Zduriencik became obsessed with power hitters, ignoring defense, baserunning and roster construction. He said the GM also dismissed the importance of evaluating players within the context of their contract values.
Zduriencik then made him “look like an ass” in front of baseball operations brass in spring training 2012 after Blengino gave a presentation on possible benefits from advances in computerized hitting data.
“He nitpicked about font sizes and column widths,” Blengino said. “He did what he always does and made fun of something he couldn’t understand.”
Zduriencik began working more from his suite overlooking Safeco Field, holding one-on-one meetings out of earshot of team offices.
“He began operating much like the Wizard of Oz, wielding his power from behind a curtain,” Blengino said. “Intimidating, manipulating, and pitting people against one another. Berating them for no particular reason. He set out to eliminate any type of disagreement, accumulating yes-men who meekly go along with his program.”
The above sign — as displayed at a Belton, MO Sonic Drive In — sort of takes the shine off KC’s rout of Washington earlier today. The corporate office’s apology is provided by NBC News.com’s Simon Moya-Smith :
Patrick Lenow, vice president of public relations at Sonic, told NBC News that the sign was created by an employee who is “known for creative use of his signs,” but that this sign was done “in poor taste.”
“The remarks posted on this message board were wrong, offensive and unacceptable,” Lenow said in a statement. “In a misguided effort to support his football team an independent franchise owner allowed passion to override good judgment. The owner has reinforced with his employees the boundaries of what is acceptable and unacceptable. On behalf of the franchise owner and our entire brand we apologize for the offensive remarks.”
Lenow said the message was up for only “a matter of hours” and has since been taken down and that the employee who created the sign is “very apologetic.”
Though I remain very impressed with the investigative journalism of City Pages’ Drew Alles aka The Embedded Parrothead, this week’s award for Most Overzealous Reactions To Question Entertainment goes to Reddit user illmurray, who witnessed last night’s WWE event in Vancouver under the influence of “about two grams of psilocybe cubensis mushrooms”. Maybe you already saw this coming, but it was somewhere around midcard that the author “realized I was peaking”. (quotes courtesy Wrestlezone)
El Torito comes out and I begin screaming. I have never been as excited by anything in my life. I cannot put into words the elation I am experiencing watching him run down the rampway. I feel as though millions of years of human evolution and history have led to me being here, watching a small man in a bull costume jump on the ropes and wave at people. I start tearing up again and try to start an El Torito chant, but then 3MB comes out and all the brown kids freak out over Jinder Mahal. He has never, ever been more over than he was tonight.
Fandango comes out. He is wearing a purple satin shirt, which I begin wilding out over, but not as hard as I was wilding for El Torito. Great Khali comes out and again the crowd goes crazy, but I am staring at Fandango as he teases taking off the satin shirt. I am losing my mind. Finally he takes off the shirt and the light hits his abs. I swear to god Fandango’s body is sparkling, glowing. His abs are crystalline. I almost start crying for a third time because his body is so f***ing beautiful. We make eye contact and I become bonded to him in eternity.
There’s not many details about the headlining C.M. Punk / Luke Harper match because, “I am already exhausted because I have marked out so severely and completely over Fandango’s shirt and El Torito.”
Denied the services of Rajon Rondo (injured), Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett (both donning Brooklyn uniforms), Celtics head coach Brad Stevens (above) has his team at a respectable 10-12 mark after Sunday’s blowout of the host New York Knicks. Bleacher Report’s Adam Fromal argues that Stevens — presumably paid to win games —- is “ taking (Boston) out of the Andrew Wiggins sweepstakes and making it that much harder to jump-start the rebuilding process.” While this presents an interesting selling point for the embattled Mike Woodson, Boston Sports Media’s Bruce Allen finds little fault with Stevens’ work to date.
Your first-place Boston Celtics have gotten a little more attention as of late, but not all of it good. There are people who are angry that they’re even that good. The Tankers are upset that the team is blowing their chances for a high enough pick to grab the next NBA superstar.
I don’t get that logic. When you have a team with young players like Sullinger, Bradley, Olynyk, even Jordan Crawford, to me, you need to get them into good habits, and if you believe even a couple of them are a big part of your future, you want to have them get as much competitive experience with the system you’re trying to put into place here, as they will soon be the veterans that the younger influx of players over the next few years are going to look to.
As CBS Sports’ Chris Peters notes, prior to being repeatedly clobbered by Thornton, the Penguins’ Brook Oprik had taken the Bruins LW Loui Eriksson out of the game.
Florida State QB / Heisman front-runner Jameis Winston learned yesterday that he’d not be facing criminal charges stemming from a 2012 rape allegation. Had Winston been arrested, at the very least, it would’ve represented a significant stumbling block in the Seminoles’ National Championship aspirations, but there always the possibility said charges would’ve been part of what The Nation’s Dave Zirin calls, “a long and ugly history of accusing African-American men of rapes that did not occur.” But while we’re talking long and ugly, Zirin — one of the few guys in sports journalism who feels comfortable using the term “rape culture” while speaking on ESPN — is equally alarmed by America’s “recent history in the Internet age of destroying women on social media and threatening their families, if they dare bring forward any accusations of rape against athletes.”
If it is proven true that a local police detective said to the accuser’s lawyer that Tallahassee is “a big football town, and the victim needs to think long and hard before proceeding against him because she will be raked over the coals and her life will be made miserable,” then we can only hope that the family will pursue charges against the Tallahassee police department and sue them back to the Stone Age.
There are too many cases of too many women who are intimidated to come forward and pursue charges of sexual assault. There are too many cases where jock culture and rape culture are so intertwined you don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
No matter the result, the Jameis Winston case has become yet another instance where the sports environment sends a message to women that if you are sexually assaulted, your best course of action is silence. That, above all else, must change.
Phil Mushnick long ago established himself as something of a Billy Joel enthusiast, so it must have been awkward for the New York Post sports media critic to find fault with this week’s announcement the Piano Man (above, right) would be playing MSG until, well, the end of time. Not as awkward as the inevitable/ upcoming column suggesting Paul Walker’s death deserved equal coverage from ESPN as Nelson Mandela’s, but still pretty uncomfortable.
All kidding aside, it’s not Billy Joel hogging the Garden stage that Phil objects to, not compared to New York Governor Andrew M. Cuomo publicly cozying up to Cablevision villain James Dolan during MSG TV coverage of the Joel press conference, a marriage Mushnick calls, “creepy”.
As a sworn representative of the best interests of New Yorkers, does the current Governor not know that in the years The Garden has been run by the Dolan/Cablevision monopoly — a longer-time member of the Play Ball! Politicians’ Club — The Garden has become a mendacious “Mecca” for both employees and for those patrons still inclined and wealthy and/or foolish enough to pay to attend Rangers and Knicks games?
Does he not know during Jimmy Dolan’s Reign of Error, scores of consumer-responsive and Garden-devoted team, event, building and MSG Network employees, from the entrances to the execs at the top, were forced out, replaced with quislings and heel-clickers?
Given Dolan’s anti-competitive cable TV heritage, it stands to reason neither the Rangers nor Knicks, despite their geographical and financial advantages, have succeeded. After all, hoops and hockey presumably are refereed by the fair-minded.
If Gov. Cuomo doesn’t know about any of this, he should look into it. But, given that he’s Governor, perhaps Dolan waived The Garden’s $5 “Facility Fee,” the one all else must pay to enter The Garden after buying a ticket at the Garden box office to an event at The Garden.
The above warning (culled from For The Win) sets a rather chilling tone for all lovers of free expression at NBA arenas. Outcoming Commissioner David Stern has alluded to a “social contract” between the league and fans, but I’m pleased to say that I think I’ve found a loophole in this contract.
Unlike the NBA’s “Two Strikes, You’re Out” policy, after being served the card above, you’re prohibited from unloading on “any player, coach, game official or spectator”. Need I remind Commissioner Stern, Adam Silver and Rod Thorn that TNT’s Reggie Miller is not an active player, coach, game official or spectator.
On Thursday, ESPN pulled the plug on a scheduled Will Ferrall-as-Ron Burgandy (shown above, in a slightly different costume) hosting of “SportsCenter”, mindful that the titular star of the “Anchorman” franchise was probably the wrong guy to discuss the Jameis Winston case. Said cancellation was just as well in the view of The New Republic’s Laura Bennett, who’s had her fill of Ferrall’s whirlwind tour of local and national TV outlets of late.
When journalists interview movie characters, it generally tends to be an awkward dance between the film’s promotionals aims and the professional responsibilities of actual people doing their job. In a smart NPR piece from last year about Sacha Baron Cohen’s indulgent in-character interviews with the likes of Matt Lauer and Larry King, Marc Hirsh wrote that Baron Cohen “imposes a subtle tyranny on anyone who tries to engage with him.” Ferrell-as-Burgundy on North Dakota’s KVMB had a similar effect : there was not much the real anchors could do besides soldier sheepishly through their own dispatches as Ferrell made a mockery of their daily professional existence. It would have been funny as a quick promotional spot—as an entire hour-long broadcast, it was somewhat boggling. And setting aside the question of whether there is some nominal obligation for journalists to act as journalists instead of shilling for Paramount Pictures, by the time Burgundy took the podium at Emerson’s communications school, the novelty of watching his antics collide with the efforts of real journalists had fully worn off. Ferrell is quirky and performance-arty enough in interviews when he is not playing a character—take the recent Jimmy Fallon appearance where he wore a white turtleneck with what appeared to be a large mustard stain. But his string of Burgundy appearances, each featuring the same catchphrases and eyebrow-cocked ’70s misogyny, maxxed out fast.
(video swiped from Larry Brown Sports) Brian Cashman gets more than a little grief in this space, so for once, here’s some credit where due ; I don’t know what kind of acting classes he’s been taking, but this “John From Connecticut” persona is pretty convincing.
With only the laughingstock Knicks separating the 5-18 Nets from the basement of the NBA’s Atlantic Division, neophyte head coach Jason Kidd deemed assistant Lawrence Frank surplus to requirements Tuesday, a move allegedly hastened by the latter badmouthing the former. On Wedenesday, the New York Post’s Tim Bontemps and Fred Kerber suggested that Frank might seek to negotiate an exit from the organization :
In the wake of being officially “reassigned” by Kidd prior to Tuesday’s blowout loss to the Nuggets in Brooklyn, Frank is in the process of retaining “high-powered” legal counsel, presumably to settle a buyout with the franchise, a league source told The Post.
When the Nets hired Frank — Kidd’s former head coach with the Nets, and who Kidd had publicly pursued to be one of his assistants after taking the job in June — they gave him a six-year deal worth a total of roughly $6 million, according to league sources, making him the highest-paid assistant coach in the NBA.
A former Nets team member said when Kidd played for Frank, “we did what Jason wanted” and that Kidd resented some of the long practice sessions.
As for the mess the Nets now find themselves in, a league source said, from his outside view, “blame can go from top to bottom. At the top, they hired an inexperienced coach. And remember that Lawrence and Jason had a relationship before where essentially the roles were reversed now.”
In what begs a redefinition of “right place at the right time”, CF Jacoby Ellsbury became the 3rd highest paid outfielder of all-time Tuesday, signing a staggering 7-year, $153 million deal with the Yankees that’s particularly eye-popping considering he’ll be 37 during the pact’s final year. While SBN’s Rob Neyer admits Ellsbury could presently be called one of the AL’s top (ten) players, it’s highly unlikely he’ll be anywhere close to that in a few years’ time.
This isn’t a two- or three-season deal. It’s a seven-season deal. And before you say it doesn’t matter because after two or three seasons the Yankees will just find someone else to produce all those runs and play center field, just consider how difficult it’s been for the Yankees to just cut Alex Rodriguez loose. Or Mark Teixeira. Even in this era of wine and roses for practically everybody associated with professional baseball, it’s difficult to bench, let alone flat-out release, anybody who’s making $22 million per season. What’s more likely is that by 2017 or ’18, Ellsbury’s sucking up a lot of dollars (who cares) and a lot of valuable plate appearances (whoops).
So just hang on, non-Yankees American League East fans. Eat your fiber and get your daily exercise for just a few more years, and you’ll live to see the Steinbrothers regret this bloated contract, too. And the anticipation will only make it better.
…or maybe that’s because the microphone wasn’t on. If you think I’m gonna pile on the D-League Santa Cruz Warriors for their curious mascot choice of sea turtle in wraparounds, I’ll be sure to get to it just as soon as Austin, TX is able to live this down.
There’s a lot of things you can call Curt Schilling. Blowhard, hypocrite and ill-qualified to provide analysis on anything besides World Of Warcraft, for starters. But you cannot call him bankrupt because that’s simply not true. It’s his video game company that went bankrupt and left the State of Rhode Island on the hook.
(Editor’s note : It was reported earlier today that P Scott Kazmir — just a year after finding himself unemployable within the affiliated professional ranks — has signed a two year, $22 million contract with the Oakland A’s. This momentous occasion caused your hungover editor to go scrambling for an ancient item detailing Kazmir’s struggles after leaving the New York Mets some years ago – GC)
From July 9, 2006 : “For The Yankees, A Mere Victory. For Al Leiter, Closure”
Tomorrow’s sports pages will be filled with accounts of Chien-Ming Wang’s tremendous performance against Tampa Bay. As though that were the most important storyline.
Though the Yankees’ 5-1 win helped the Bombers keep pace with Boston in the AL East, I’d rather focus on things far more crucial. The issue of respect. Feelings. Defering to a veteran. Knowing one’s place in the pecking order.
You might not agree with his politics, you might wish his final year in a Mets uniform saw him reach 100 pitches in less than 3 innings per start. But you’ve got to acknowledge that Al Leiter has always been a quality individual.
After everything Leiter has done for baseball, if not the city of New York, was it asking so much that he be allowed to play the music of Bruce Springsteen on the clubhouse boombox during Spring Training 2004? Is there something inherently wrong with Leiter misinterpreting the Boss’ populist themes for some kind of ultra-patriotic anthems? If there were, you’d have to lock up much of the Tri-State Area.
So how was Leiter supposed to react, when that young punk Scott Kazmir arrogantly strode into the Port St. Lucie clubhouse and snapped Leiter’s ‘Born In The U.S.A.’ CD into pieces, and then replaced it in the player with Solger’s “Raping Dead Nuns”?
I know how I’d have reacted. I’d have used every bit of influence I’d build up through years of golfing and glad-handing to have that little creep shipped off to the baseball equivalent of Siberia at the earliest possible opportunity.
Al, if you’re reading this, not all Mets fans hold a grudge. Kazmir lost tonight, a game he might’ve won with any sort of top-flight team with a ten-figure payroll playing behind him. Sure, he’s going to the All-Star Game on Tuesday, and soon, he’ll be making enough money to have the members of Solger reunite at his 23rd birthday party. But for tonight, he’s a loser.
While accepting responsibility for Denver’s first round exit to Golden State last year (“I think we were trying to find answers quite often in that series and didn’t find answers..and that falls on the coach”) former Nuggets head coach George Karl wasn’t shy about pointing fingers in a conversation last week with KOA’s Dave Krieger
Q: Do you think Andre Iguodala was Mark Jackson’s “mole”?
A: No question.
Q: Does that bug you?
A: I just think that’s media hype. I mean, that series was not a physical series. Everybody wants to be more aggressive with the guy kicking your ass, so . . . .
Q: The media didn’t say it. Jackson said it.
A: I thought Mark had a lot of tricks in that series that were bush- . . . I don’t know. I don’t know what they were. Almost high-schoolish. They were beneath the NBA level. And they might have worked. They might have motivated his young team in a good way. You know, he’d announce a starting lineup and start another guy. C’mon, man. You think we’re not ready for that?
Along with taking time to scold current MLB players (A-Rod aside) for their failure to attend the funeral of MLBPA head Michael Weiner, former NY Times baseball columnist turned backne specialist Murray Chass is quick to stress he believes labor pioneer Marvin Miller “belongs in the (Baseball) Hall Of Fame for his matchless impact”, he’s equally adamant that “the Hall’s officials have bungled his status, perhaps deliberately, and now the electors should honor his wishes just as the Hall has dishonored him.” (link culled from Baseball Think Factory)
If voters elect Miller because they think he belongs in the Cooperstown mortuary, they will benefit not Miller but Hall officials, rescuing them from the shame that shrouds their fraudulent establishment.
They have dug their trough of muck; let them wallow in it.
This is the sixth time Miller’s name has appeared on a Hall of Fame ballot, meaning he is 0-for-5 in votes by assorted committees in various formats. It was after his third snub in 2007 that he told me of his desire to be omitted from future ballots, asked me what I thought of the idea and also asked me the appropriate way of going about communicating that desire.
I sympathized with his desire to no longer be abused by the Hall of Fame and suggested that he write to Jack O’Connell, secretary-treasurer of the Baseball Writers Association, a committee of whose members makes up the ballot.
Miller wrote the letter, but it had no effect. He was back on the ballot in 2009 and was rejected a fourth time. By this time, Miller, irate at the Hall’s ignoring his request, was calling the committee rigged to make sure he was not elected.
Miller died a year ago but not before reiterating his feelings to his children. “They’re cowards doing it after he died,” Susan Miller said a few weeks ago about her father’s name on the ballot.
FYI: For the past few years, a photo of me frequently has appeared on the Internet — cut, paste, perpetuate. The Internet’s great, that way: It can run forever with whatever anyone chooses. One small problem with that widely distributed photo: It ain’t me. Oh, well. – Phil Mushnick, “Equal Time”, NY Post, 12/1/2013
“Cut, paste, perpetuate.” Does Phil have my number or what? In all seriousness, even though most of the photos of Phil that I’ve used over the years were knowingly taken from a rather disreputable Internet source (ie. the New York Post website), it never occurred to me they might not actually be Phil.
In the interests of actually chasing down a story like a real journalist, I’m proud to say that I’ve finally uncovered a genuine photograph of the real Phil Mushnick. I don’t know if he can forgive my past transgressions, but I do pledge that going forward, I’ll only use this picture :
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All things considered, Ice Cube is taking being pipped to the post by Killdozer in rather good humor.