From the Seattle Post-Intelligencer :
Three flight attendant unions want members to boycott last weekend’s biggest film — the Jodie Foster thriller “Flightplan” — because of the way it portrays members of the profession.
Attendants come off as “rude, unhelpful and uncaring” toward Foster’s character, a distraught widow who mysteriously loses her daughter during a transatlantic flight, according to the unions.
It gets worse than that, after Foster’s character goads the captain (Sean Bean), an air marshal (Peter Sarsgaard) and the flight attendants into a massive search that comes up empty-handed, they doubt that the child ever got on board.
“This depiction of flight attendants is an outrage,” said Patricia Friend, international president of the Association of Flight Attendants, the biggest of the unions with about 46,000 members. “Flight attendants continue to be the first line of defense on an aircraft and put their lives on the line day after day for the safety of passengers.”
Oh for the days when the airline industry was treated with respect by Hollywood.
Faced with a choice Tuesday of pennant race baseball on the TV or attending a Bill Simmons/Chuck Klosterman love-in, guess which activity Deadspin opted for?
(both of these men are praying they remembered to Tivo “America’s Next Top Model”)
No word on whether or not Arianna Huffington felt left out of the fun.
Anyhow, this particular subject was dealt with a long time ago. Case fucking closed. You’re welcome.
The Guardian’s Lawrence Donegan on the brewing battle between a golf industry monolith and those who prefer their balls un-juiced.
October 11 will be a happy birthday for the world’s most popular golf ball, the Titleist Pro V-1, but also a troubled one. Five years after it was unveiled at the Invensys Classic at Las Vegas the ball accounts for more than one in every four sold in the United States – a success rate that allows its manufacturer to dominate a $1bn-a-year market.
That is the good news for the birthday boy. The bad is that the Pro V-1 now finds itself in the middle of a civil war over the future of the game. In one corner stand the traditionalists, who argue that balls like the Pro V-1, which travel much farther than their predecessors, are destroying the game, rendering some of the great courses obsolete and removing the strategic subtleties that give golf its appeal. In the other stand companies like Titleist, who claim there is no conflict between their commercial interests and the interests of the game.
This being golf, the war is fought with at least a degree of etiquette. But spend an hour or two scanning the golf web sites and trade magazines and you will find a debate as passionate as any Ryder Cup match. Under normal circumstances one would expect the manufacturers to prevail. They are richer and more powerful than the likes of Geoff Shackelford, a Los Angeles-based course architect who writes a highly respected blog and is one of the manufacturers’ fiercest critics. “People like me are but flies on the backside of companies like Titleist,” he says, but he is being modest, not least because the debate appears to be swinging towards those demanding change.
From Wednesday’s Chicago Tribune :
Mike Ditka on Tuesday introduced his first hire as an Arena Football League owner–the Rush’s first mascot, Grabowski. “Twenty years ago I respectfully referred to my team as a bunch of `Grabowskis,’” he said. “That same description is even more perfectly suited for my Rush players–a bunch of hard-working, tough guys who play for the love of the game and its fans, not the paycheck.” Armed with a hard hat and lunch pail, Grabowski will wear Ditka’s number 89.
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Some polish bretheren and i were going to protest this outrageous stereotype of our heritage with a big keg party fundraiser in the backyard, but we lost the recipe for ice.
Vernon Wells takes Bronson Arroyo into the monster seats, and Mr. Retro-Mesh Jays Believer soaks it all in. It’s getting a little Vice Magazine in here, perhaps I’ll open a window…
There’s some funny stuff over at Rock’n'Roll Confidential, but how do they manage to compile something called The Hall Of Douchebags without including Jason Starr or Keane? (link courtesy Brian Turner)
$750,000 to spend 6 months in close quarters with Lt. Dangle and Milton Bradley just isn’t enough, writes the LA Times’ Steve Henson.
Jim Tracy has formally asked the Dodgers for a contract extension, wanting to ensure that if he is going to endure the lean times, he will be around to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
The request came during one of several meetings the manager had recently with General Manager Paul DePodesta, sources said Tuesday. Tracy has one year left on a two-year deal that would pay him about $750,000 with incentives that could increase the value to about $900,000.
Tracy, who has a five-year record of 426-379 after a 2-0 loss to the Arizona Diamondbacks at Dodger Stadium, has an opt-out clause that must be exercised within seven days of Sunday’s finale. Technically he cannot shop for other jobs during that time, and teams interested in him must gain permission from DePodesta before contacting Tracy.
However, intermediaries often are used to convey interest. By the end of the seven-day window, Tracy should have a clear idea of his marketability from the many teams expected to be shopping for a manager.
After watching the Giants squander a chance to narrow the gap between themselves and the Padres, Only Baseball Matters’ John Perricone, in a calm, measured tone, pays tribute to SF starter Brett Tomko.
Tomko’s failure, his inability to hold not one, but two separate leads, his failure to get the leadoff batter out in any inning he pitched tonight, his utter and complete fumbling of his one opportunity to wipe clean the slate of a disgusting, dissappointing, deflating and demoralizing 7-15 season from hell, probably dooms his intentions to remain a Giant, and has certainly doomed the Giants of any real shot to make the last week of the season reasonably interesting
He failed. He let himself, his team and the city of San Francisco down. The Padres were reeling, down 3-0 before they could even begin to think about how tough it was to watch Trevor Hoffman blow a save for the first time in 5 months…. And don’t you believe the bullshit the Padres are saying on Sportscenter, about how they knew all along they were the better team, blah, blah,blah. They were on the ropes after Bonds went yard, big-time. They were folding.
All Tomko needed to do was get the leadoff batter in the first, and he had ‘em, 1-2 count, throwing 97 MPH. All he needed to do was shut them down, right then and there, game over, season’s worth of pressure on the Padres. Instead, he couldn’t throw strikes, couldn’t throw anything but BP fastball’s, couldn’t do his job!!
What a disgrace. Blowing 3-0 and 5-3 leads in the most important game of the season, Tomko should be ashamed of himself. If I was his teammate, I’d punch him in the mouth.
The Philadelphia Daily News’ Marcus Hayes reports on Phillies GM Ed Wade (who might not be around next year) chastising reliever Billy Wagner (who also might not be around next year) for the latter’s critique of the paying customers (who might not be around tonight).
On Monday, Wade upbraided serial fan critic Billy Wagner for the closer’s latest salvo at the Phillies’ fan base, launched Sunday. Wade has performed the chore often this season as his sensitive players find themselves the object of frustration born of a 12-year playoff drought.
“I’ve talked to players before about – you can’t turn this around,” Wade said. “It has to be about the fans. People have a right to boo.”
Wagner was uncharacteristically surly before and after Monday’s game, refusing to talk beforehand and dismissive afterward. Wade didn’t begrudge Wagner his opinions.
“At the same time, I think it’s human nature, over 162 games, every once in a while, a player will get upset,” Wade reasoned. “But it can’t be about that.”
Wagner acknowledged that Wade spoke with him, but did not comment further on the matter, though he indicated that he believed that Wade, too, gets frustrated with the demanding fan base, but just can’t say anything.
Silence seems wise, what with attendance projected to be down about 600,000 from the inaugural season of Citizens Bank Park and the Phillies again climbing uphill for a wild-card berth. With the face of the team unlikely to change much next season – Wagner can be a free agent, but he would be the biggest loss – now is no time to alienate the people who pay the salaries.
Benched on Monday for a variety of minor transgressions, Florida LF Miguel Cabrera probably said “fuck” (as opposed to “forget”), as quoted by the Palm Beach Post’s Carlos Frias.
“When I was first coming up, you were never late, never said anything. It’s a rule,” said 13-year veteran Jeff Conine. “You show up on time and work hard, nobody will say anything to you.”
Baseball players police their own, and Conine said it is time for a veteran to have a heart-to-heart with Cabrera.
“Something probably should be said at some point by someone,” Conine said. “You hope that’s all it has to be said, is once.”
Cabrera bristled at the prospect of a lecture.
“(Forget) the veterans,” he said, momentarily breaking into English to deliver an expletive. “They haven’t told me anything and they better not come tell me anything, either.
“I don’t want to hear anything else. I want to play baseball, give what I have to give on the field of play, and win. That’s all I want. . . .
“Everyone here is a grown man,” he continued. “Everyone knows what he’s doing. And I’m not going to go crazy worrying about these things.”
Manager Jack McKeon brushed off Cabrera’s comments.
“He’s only saying that because of being benched. He’ll be fine,” McKeon said. “He’ll get over that. He’s a great kid.”