Funny how such a reasoned critique of our supposedly permissive society makes no mention of the ease with which you can buy a Glock.
Funny how such a reasoned critique of our supposedly permissive society makes no mention of the ease with which you can buy a Glock.
If Linda Perry sole contribution to music history was her role as The Widow Cobain’s Song Doctor, her personal wing in Cleveland’s Rock’n'Roll Hall Of Fame would be assured.
However, Fitted Sweats’ Jeff Johnson has taken considerable time and energy to remind us that she’s done so much more.
From Fox9 (Minneapolis)
(Gardy will turn the phone over to his rule breaking outfielder just as soon as he’s done chatting with Kathy McGinty)
Twins outfielder Torii Hunter’s gift of champagne to the Kansas City Royals has him in trouble with Major League Baseball.
Hunter’s brought four bottles of Dom Perignon champagne to the Royals clubhouse before last weekend™s series. The champagne was meant to be a gift for the Royals sweeping the Detroit Tigers last September, securing an AL Central title for the Twins.
Rule 21 b of the MLB constitution does not allow such gifts. The rule says œany player or person connected with a Club who shall offer or give any gift or reward to a player or person connected with another Club for services rendered … in defeating or attempting to defeat a competing Club … shall be declared ineligible for not less than three years.”
The Twins got a phone call from the commissioner’s office about the gift, forcing the Twins to call the Royals to get the champagne returned.
Hunter said he wasn™t aware of the rule.
“I do good things,” he said. “If you want to make a good thing into a bad thing, then so be it.”
Still recovering from the Don Imus scandal, CBS Radio suspended two local hosts after they twice broadcast a racially charged prank call that targeted employees at a Chinese restaurant.
The hosts of the daily morning show, WFNY-FM’s “The Dog House With JV and Elvis,” have been suspended “until further notice” without pay, CBS Radio spokeswoman Karen Mateo said Tuesday. One of the hosts, Jeff Vandergrift, apologized twice on Monday’s show, she said. Local chapters of the Organization of Chinese Americans, an advocacy group, released a statement Sunday protesting the segment. By Monday, California State Sen. Leland Yee and others joined the campaign.
In the segment, broadcast on April 5 and again last week, a caller to a Chinese restaurant intersperses an order for takeout with lewd language and racial slurs. The caller tells one female employee he wants to come to the restaurant to see her naked and refers to a part of her body as “hot, Asian, spicy.” The caller attempts to order “shrimp flied lice” and refers to a male employee as “Chinese man” before claiming himself to be a student of kung fu. At one point he refers to a part of the employee’s body as a “tiny egg roll.”
Here’s a little more background on the yackmeisters in question. Seems the latest martyrs to the cause of free speech enjoy pulling the plug when someone mentions another radio station.
(aftermath of a real A-bomb. not shown : A-Rod)
Sally Field Alex Rodriguez connected for another two HR’s in the Yanks’ 10-8 loss to Tampa last night, and Newsday’s Neil Best, while acknowledging the “comic pomposity” of YES Radio’s John Sterling, submits that “in 30 years, when fans who now are young bore their children and grandchildren with fond Yankees memories, Sterling’s over-the-top calls surely will be among them.”
Sterling’s goofy genius was evident as the SportsWatch research staff spent a sunny Saturday hunched over a laptop studying his calls of all 12 A-Rod homers entering last night’s game against the Devil Rays.
Some findings: Sure enough, he was 12-for-12 calling the shots “an A-bomb, from A-Rod.”
On 10 of 12 occasions he said, “It is high, it is far, it is gone,” the exceptions being the walk-off grand slam against the Orioles on April 7 and a homer against the Red Sox on Friday on which Coco Crisp fell into the Red Sox bullpen at Fenway attempting a catch. Sterling was in fine form again last night for homers No. 13 and 14, adding two more “It is high, it is far, it is gone” and “an A-Bomb from A-Rod.”
Three times either Sterling or partner Suzyn Waldman noted that Rodriguez is using a shorter, more compact swing. Four times they described his unusual power even on routine flies.
Sterling or Waldman thrice told of balls so well struck that the outfielder barely moved. Three other times – after homers 8, 9 and 11 – Sterling said incredulously, “He’s done it again!” or words to that effect.
The most subdued call was for the homer against the Twins on April 9 that extended the Yankees’ lead to 8-1. The most animated followed the walk-off three-run homer against the Indians on Thursday.
“Alex Rodriguez, having the greatest month of his or any other life!” Sterling shouted, the best line in A-Rod’s tear.
After his “Yankees win, thuuuuuh Yankees win!” trademark, Sterling let 18 seconds of silence go by rather than do something as mundane as describe the scene in front of him.
“Talk about clutch!” Sterling added later. “I’d say he’s clutch!”
(That was one of three references by Sterling or Waldman to clutch hitting after various homers.)
In which Mark DeRosa is a little too dazzled by Derek Turnbow’s hot start to the season. From the Chicago Tribune’s Paul Sullivan.
Manager Lou Piniella was speechless Monday night after the Cubs blew a four-run lead in a 5-4, 12-inning loss to Milwaukee at Wrigley Field.
Piniella blew off his postgame interview session after Cubs hitting coach Gerald Perry got into a loud and profane shouting match with the umpires in the tunnel leading to the Cubs’ clubhouse.
A Cubs spokesman said Piniella decided to “take a pass” on meeting with reporters. Perry was also not made available to answer questions about his exchange, the second such incident between the Cubs and umpires in the last four days.
Friday it was Piniella who was involved in the postgame shouting match.
Crew chief Brian Gorman also declined to comment when asked to discuss the incident with a pool reporter. Gorman told an umpiring spokesman that the incident would be written up and sent to the Major League Baseball office in New York.
The Cubs were unhappy about Derrick Turnbow’s game-ending strikeout of Mark DeRosa with the tying run on base, after Prince Fielder’s solo home run off rookie Rocky Cherry had given Milwaukee the lead in the top of the 12th (above). DeRosa blamed plate umpire Paul Nauert for a faulty strike zone.
“If you look at the replay, the pitch is a ball,” DeRosa said. “Derrick Turnbow is nasty enough. He doesn’t need to be getting pitches like that.
“It’s a shame that the guys battled all night and it comes down to a call like that.”
As John Maine continues to toy with the National League, isn’t it time for some kind of apology from Anna Benson? While Carlos Delgao broke his HR schneid with a 3-run laser to the rightfield loge in the Mets’ 6-1 dispatch of Colorado, the New York Times’ Michael Schmidt quotes the slumping David Wright as calling himself “pull happy.” Which, to some extent sheds a bit of light on the tremendous early production of Carlos Beltran, Shawn Green and Moises Alou — would you have predicted a 12-6 start for the Mets had you known Wright would reach April 23 with no HR’s and just 4 runs batted in?
If you want to treat your childen like, well, children, please, go right ahead. In this household, however, you’ll have to pry the remote from my cold, dead hands.
Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and author David Halberstam was killed in a three-car accident this morning in Menlo Park near the Dumbarton Bridge, the San Mateo County Coroner’s Office announced.Halberstam, author of 15 bestsellers, died at the scene after the car in which he was a front-seat passenger was broadsided by another vehicle. The coroner’s office said he died of massive internal injuries.
Halberstam graduated from Harvard University, where he excelled as editor of the school newspaper, the Crimsom. But in a 1993 interview with the Mercury News, he admitted he didn’t do nearly as well in the classroom.
“I was a terrible student,” Halberstam said to former Mercury News columnist Murry Frymer. “Sometimes when I talk to students now, I ask, `Who here is in the bottom third of the class?’ When they raise their hands, I say, `Well, you are being addressed by another one.’”
Halberstam began his journalism career at the Daily Times Leader in West Point, Miss., at a time when race was the major story in the South. His first employer was “the smallest daily in Mississippi” at the time, with a circulation of 4,000. He was a one-person reporting staff for an editor who didn’t like the well-bred Jewish kid from Harvard, according to the Frymer story.
“But I was the most productive reporter he had ever had. Still, after I wrote a piece for the (now-defunct) Reporter magazine on the civil rights sit-ins in Yazoo City, instead of praise, I got fired. He told me, `It’s time for you to go. Go spread your wings somewhere else.’”
Halberstam moved to the Nashville Tennessean and then the New York Times in 1960. Within three years, Halberstam was reporting on the Vietnam War. His reporting on the war angered President Kennedy, who asked the New York Times to transfer him to another bureau. Halberstam would win a Pulitzer Prize for his coverage of Vietnam.
Halberstam also covered Poland, where he was expelled after problems with censorship in the communist country. After six years at the Times, Halberstam said he felt stifled.
But he embarked as an equally distinguished career as an author. Halberstam wrote 15 bestsellers, including “The Best and the Brightest” on the Vietnam War, “Summer of `49″ on the 1949 pennant race between the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Box and his latest book, “The Education of a Coach” on New England Patriots coach Bill Belichick.
His next book “The Coldest Winter” was to be an account of a battle of the Korean War.
Though Halberstam authored several books no library should be without, his “Breaks Of The Game” is a fascinating account of the late 70′s NBA and should be of particular interest to readers of this blog.
After placing no fewer than 8 players on the Professional Footballers Association’s XI for ’06-’07, the Guardian’s Paul Doyle and Scott Murray scoff at a poll that took place all the way back in January of this year.
Of course, the players could just as easily have cast their votes before a ball was even kicked – by simply imprinting their ballot papers with the words “whoever gets hyped up the most”. The result would surely have been the same: a PFA team of the season featuring no less than eight MU Rowdies plus $tevie Mbe, Didier Drogba and – in a shock nod to life beyond the big four – Dimitar Berbatov! In fairness to the players, it may just have been their famous fondness for hilarious pranks that led them to choose Gary Neville and Patrice Evra as their best full-backs. But it’s more likely that to them, as to Second-Choice Steve, unsung sorts such as Nicky Shorey simply don’t exist.
Paul Scholes, Ryan Giggs and Mbe all made the grade, of course, even though they’ve only flickered compared to consistently bright burners such as Mikel Arteta and David Bentley. Rio Ferdinand, when not coming close to beheading old ladies with wayward whacks, has been decent, but was he really better than Daniel Agger, Ricardo Carvalho or Bolton’s Abdoulaye MeitÃ©? And the omission of Blackburn’s £2.5m bargain Benni McCarthy is even more scandalous than what the Fiver once did to a poster of Toyah Wilcox (shown above).
Edwin van der Sar was named the league’s best goalkeeper despite the fact that his penchant for parrying shots into the path of in-rushing strikers suggests he couldn’t catch French pox in a knocking shop. Which reminds us: the one anomaly in all of this is that players overlooked THE BESTEST MOST AMAZINGEST PLAYER IN ALL OF ENGLAND AND THEREFORE THE WORLD: Tabloid Wayne.
It’s a funny suggestion, I’ll give them that. But I really don’t think there’s anything appropriate about using the sampled voice of a current member of the Braves as some kind of Shea Stadium rallying cry.
The SF Chronicle’s Susan Slusser speaks with a former Yankee/D-Backs pitcher who seems to be very eager to get the heck out of the Oakland A’s organization.
Brad Halsey figured when he was held out of his start at Triple-A Sacramento on Saturday that he was coming up to start for Rich Harden on Tuesday. He said he was told he was being held in readiness in case Harden couldn’t go.
Harden can’t go, but instead of Halsey, the A’s are going with left-hander Dallas Braden, and Halsey is convinced that he was bypassed because the A’s found out that the left-hander is scheduled for an MRI exam later this week.
That makes Halsey furious because he said he complained of arm trouble all spring and was repeatedly told he didn’t need an MRI.
“I kept going in and saying, ‘My arm is bothering me, it’s not right,’ and they said, ‘Oh, it’s just biceps tendinitis, you’ll be fine,’ ” Halsey said by phone from Sacramento. “Then they send you down and screw you. I’m grinding it out, trying to be a team guy, and I get f — . It’s all just a business decision, because if I came up and pitched Tuesday and then had an MRI and had to go on the DL, they’d have to pay me major-league DL money. It’s such a mom-and-pop organization.
“Basically, they pulled the plug on me because our trainer called them to say I was scheduled for an MRI. I’m a team guy, I’m pitching through problems, and they tell me, ‘You’re the guy, you’re going to start (at Baltimore)’ – and then I get skipped specifically for that reason (the possible injury). It’s (messed up) the way they treat the people they employ. I mean, I’m a person too, not just a piece of the puzzle.”
A’s general manager Billy Beane said he was not aware that Halsey was scheduled for an MRI and if Halsey was under the impression that he was set to start at Baltimore, his assumption was erroneous.
“We held Brad back but we hadn’t made a decision,” Beane said. “We wanted to keep our options open until after (Sunday’s) game. It sounds like Brad is disappointed but we’re using this opportunity to use a young kid we think very highly of and who deserves an opportunity. We’re sorry Brad’s disappointed, but we’re more worried about getting Bob Geren 25 healthy bodies.”
As for Braden, Halsey said, “The kid is good, dude. I’m sure he’ll be fine. But the issue is the decision making – they’re totally fine with me here shredding my arm, because it won’t cost them money.”
With all due respect to Mark T.R. Donohue, it was pretty hard not to laugh at Woody Page today when he described Denver as “a good baseball town.”
From the glass-is-half-full side of things, Newsday’s Wally Matthews is less disturbed by Chase Wright’s history making Sunday evening than he is encouraged by the Yanks’ ability to hit Daisuke Matzusaka.
Salutations to Metsblog’s Matthew Cerrone, whom (unlike some of us) refrains from profanity or kicking the dog in wondering why the heck Endy Chavez wasn’t in right field instead of Shawn Green during the 7th inning yesterday.
I’m not even halfway done with the suggestions from Redleg Nation’s readers, but today would’ve been a very good day for Wayne Krivsky to stay off the internet.
In the wake of Baron Davis making the Warriors’ first playoff game in 13 years his own personal showcase, I’d like to ask the SF Chronicle’s sneer-tastic Bruce Jenkins to keep it down. Some of us are trying to watch HDNet.
It may not get any better than this, although the possibility certainly exists. The Mavericks didn’t just go down, in front of a baffled home crowd, they looked positively ordinary. Dirk Nowitzki spent the entire evening not stepping up, and the stairs remained empty from then on. This regular-season juggernaut showed up without a hint of leadership.
Remember that a lot of crazy NBA things happened this weekend alone. Down the stretch in Phoenix, Kobe Bryant couldn’t hit a shot to save his life. Tim Duncan and the Spurs lost at home to Denver. Dwyane Wade hardly resembled the man who carried Miami to last year’s title. And now there’s Nowitzki, shooting 4-for-16 from the floor and generally appearing about as relevant as Adonal Foyle.
This almost has to change, for elite players never disappear for an entire series, but there’s something about this matchup that eternally bodes well for Golden State. Nelson called those three regular-season wins “flukes, all of them,” but they weren’t. They sent a message, one that was driven home with great flourish when the games started to matter.
At least now Nowitzki has a measuring stick, for both performance and character: the 33 points, 14 rebounds and 8 assists from Baron Davis. He has been in the playoffs before — quite often, in fact — but this was his career centerpiece. Unlike his days in Charlotte and New Orleans, a lot of people are watching this series. They want to see how far the 67-win Mavericks can go. They savor the Nelson-Cuban dynamic, and all that it entails. What they’re seeing right now, more than anything, is a very generous helping of Baron.
The Dallas writers like to tell a story from last year’ playoffs, during which Nelson was a frequent visitor to American Airlines Arena. Just a year removed from coaching the Mavericks, he became fond of showing up and watching the games from a tunnel behind the scorer’s table. He started getting some TV time, and this infuriated Cuban, who has engaged Nelson in an ever-simmering feud since they parted ways.
One night, a security guard timidly approached Nelson and told him he had to leave. On whose orders? “Must have been the fire marshal,” Nelson joked, but everyone knew it was Cuban, the spoiled little kid who pouted and screamed and whined throughout the final moments Sunday night, unable to do a thing.
Jenkins isn’t the only scribe with fond memories of Nellie’s stay in Big D. Writes You Go Live In Utah’s Amanda,
Don Nelson makes me sad now. It seems as if someone has replaced his scotch IV drip with Lithium or Zoloft or something and now all I see is the dead eyes of one of my heroes. True story: during Nelson’s last year as Mavs head coach when he was letting Avery slowly take the reigns, I saw the greatest piece of footage ever put to tape. On one of the Sunday night sports shows, a reporter bravely decided to turn up uninvited to Don Nelson’s house on a Saturday afternoon to get his thoughts on some trade or something. As the reporter and cameraman were walking up the driveway of Don Nelson’s house, through the open garage door emerged the ever-awesome Nelson. He was carrying a case of Miller Lite (partially consumed already) on his shoulder, his shirt had some wet spots and was buttoned crooked. He clearly had not really planned on doing an interview and proceeded to stare at the camera, microphone and reporter with the same expression my cat makes when he tries to watch TV. Also, I believe there was a lawn sprinkler in the background that was stuck and therefore just shooting water straight up into the air. I miss those days.
Who amongst us is not eagerly awaiting the very first time P.J. Carlesimo tells Ron Artest to “put a little mustard” on a pass in practice?
From Phil Mushnick in Monday’s New York Post.
It’s clear by now that ESPN has no intention of backing off until every kid on the continent regards sports as an invite to behave like a desensitized, name-calling, wise-guy of a punk.
Saturday, during Game 1 of Nets-Raptors, ESPN found a kid in the stands dripping with “ESPN Attitude.” Naturally, he was rewarded with a close-up – a pat on the back, an “attaboy.”
The kid, maybe 14, was holding a sign that carried a nasty double put-down. It identified New Jersey as the home of garbage dumps, thus it further identified ex-Raptor Vince Carter as “trash.”
Imagine, the kid proudly held a sign calling Carter “trash.” And ESPN’s director was happy to tell a national audience that this fan and the message he displayed met with ESPN’s full approval. Hey, kids, this is how you get on ESPN!
There isn’t enough incivility at sports events. The NBA hasn’t suffered enough shameful episodes of audience participation. And ESPN hasn’t soberly reported enough of them.
So keep stepping on the gas, fellas; never pass on an opportunity, big or small. Then keep pretending that you can’t figure out how it got this way
Uh, yeah, never mind how VC’s treatment at the hands of his former fans was one of the major storylines going into this series. And never mind how there’s no better way to illustrate the degree to which Carter has fallen from favor than to show a small child flipping him the bird or hurling a juice box or whatnot. I mean, why doesn’t Phil really admit what’s grinding his gears? — that all these trash dump jokes about Jersey make it doubly hard for him to resist the obvious punchline anytime Mrs. Phil asks to be kissed where it smells.
Corky Thatcher makes his 2nd CSTB appearance in 18 months, this time under far less controversial circumstances.
Tony Kornheisher spent a portion of his XM show this morning recapping the highlights of last night’s Colbert-less White House Press Correspondents Dinner. Aside from Tony mistaking Petra Nemcova for Tim McGraw and Elliot Spitzer being blown off by Sanjaya, the big story of the was not Karl Rove getting ambushed, but rather, an ill-fated meeting of the minds that came to a sad end.
I’m writing of course, of Kornheiser’s attempts to gladhand Larry David. “We have so many friends in common,” protested the PTI host. “…and he couldn’t get away from me fast enough! He went into a sprint!”
Kornheiser surmised that his wearing of sunglasses indoors was the offending faux pas. Could be, but I’d also wager the incalculable damage done to the career of former David colleague Jason Alexander might have something to do with it, too.
3 games at home versus Seattle was just the tonic the offensively-challenged Angels required this weekend, scoring 21 runs in 72 hours after managing just 16 over their previous 1-7 stretch. The Halos won, 6-1 on Sunday, getting 7 innings of 6 hit ball from Ervin Santana (1 earned run, 5 K’s , 1 walk). Conversely, Seattle’s Wevie Stonder I dropped his 3rd straight decision, and saw his ERA rise to 13.49 on the young campaign.
Far more entertaining than Mike Hargrove’s gloomy post game presser was the “Napoleon Dynamite” themed advertisement from Vernon Fonk Insurance. Though I can’t find said commerical on the web, Vern’s website has a few past classics to choose from.
(UPDATE : sorry, here you go)
What started out as a pleasant enough Sunday has turned rather somber around these parts with news of the passing of Coloured Balls / Aztecs / Purple Hearts guitar icon Lobby Loyde. Mere virtuosity doesn’t begin to describe Loyde’s contributions to the rock’n'roll canon ; his playing, while not exactly a template for future hordes of punks, sludgesters, psych mavens and metal heads, always pointed a way forward…stylistically elemental and expansive at varying times, but more often than not, transcendent stuff.
Of the band’s ’73 LP, ‘Ball Power’, Julian Cope wrote,
˜Ball Power™ is full of raw, hard guitar rock and proto-punk with some boogie and rock™n™roll influences, and some slightly ˜progressive™ lengthier rockers. The songs and riffs are primitive and the band seem a little short on ideas, but they go at it with great gusto, and for me their direct and raw rocking charm outweighs any concerns about their limitations. People who don™t get into this sort of thing might not agree, but I think the Coloured Balls didn™t sound quite like anyone else, though arguably some slight comparisons can be made to some aspects of the Pink Fairies, the MC5, the Up, the Groundhogs (on a caveman trip), Taste, Stack Waddy, Third World War, Hammersmith Gorillas, Hard Stuff, Agnes Strange and early AC/DC.
˜Won™t You Make Up Your Mind™ [1:35] is a roughshod, snotty rock™n™roll boogie, sounding a bit like early MotÃ¶rhead, or even some of the Chiswick label punk bands that shared the ˜Long Shots, Dead Certs and Odds On Favourites™ sampler with MotÃ¶rhead, such as The Radiators From Space, but not quite as hard. Lobby sounds like he™s just gargled Drano as the lyrics splatter out of his mouth. Unhygienic!
˜Something New™ [5:05] is a plodding, evil death-dirge driven by low-down bass from hell digging in on a simple but effective prowling tyrannosaur riff like Man™s Martin Ace in a bad mood, as guitars grind and wind over the top, reinforcing and embellishing on the sole groove. œJust when you think you seen it all, there™s somethin™ new… Just when you think you seen it all, there™s somethin™ wrong… sings Lobby as it stalks on and on, seething with restrained malevolence.
From Sunday’s Newark Star-Ledger :
(Jean and Michael, in what I’ll presume were happier days)
New York Giant defensive end Michael Strahan’s ex-wife Jean held a posh garage sale Saturday at her Montclair mansion, allowing bargain hunters to sift through and cart away the defunct millionaire couple’s cast-offs.
Items on sale outside of the $3.6 million home included cocktail dresses, a bronze football statue, handmade rugs, antiques and a set of cassette tapes on how to make relationships survive.
Diehard Giants fan and Montclair resident Jamal Callaway walked away from the sale with two televisions, with 32- and 20-inch screens, for only $100.
“I get to cheer for Mike on his TV,” Callaway told The Star-Ledger of Newark.
When asked if the televisions were flat screens, he replied: “She’s not that mad at him.”
This does sound like a bargain hunter’s dream, but I already made plans for the day to help Dina McGreevey get ready for her yard sale.
Bernie Carbo knows all too well how bad choices can ruin lives.
The former Red Sox slugger, who is now a born-again Christian, shared the highs and lows of his professional career and personal life with an audience of about 50 people, including many youngsters from Great Brook Valley, Friday night at Clark University™s Razzo Hall.
He freely admitted that his addictive personality got him into steady drinking at 16 and full alcoholism by 19. He credited former Detroit Tigers manager Sparky Anderson and former Red Sox executive Tom Yawkey with taking him under their wings and helping him keep the œgiants of drugs and booze œunder control. But in the end, he said, neither man could be there all the time.
In 1993, he hit rock bottom and realized he needed more help. He found it in God, he said.
His family had disintegrated. His mother committed suicide. His three daughters went to jail for selling drugs, and one is still incarcerated. He is in the process of adopting his three grandchildren, ages 9, 6 and 4.
He said major leaguers over the last four decades have had to face an increasing number of the devil™s temptations: liquor, womanizing, marijuana, cocaine and now steroids. He said there is more hope now, because players are turning to God for strength during this decade.
œMore players are spreading the word than ever before, he said.
Indeed, chief amongst them, Atlanta’s G-d fearing John Smoltz, touched up for 6 earned runs by the New York Mets today, 3 of ‘em coming in on a bases clearing triple by Jose Reyes in the home 6th inning. Sadly, in the top of the 7th, Shawn Green and Scott Schoenweiss would demonstrate that goyim have no monopoly on screwing up, and the Braves currently lead, 9-6, in the 8th inning. Kelly Johnson just went yard off Notre Dame alum Aaron Heilman for a 3 run HR, giving Keith Hernandez a chance to opine on the importance of not crying after a tough day (Johnson whiffed 4 times Saturday), when he really should’ve been pushing an atheistic agenda. True Believers are getting crushed in Flushing.
According to an affidavit filed by prosecutors last month, Jared Wheat and his partners were willing to take drastic steps to protect their empire. In 2004, Wheat and partners Stephen D. Smith and Tomasz Holda discussed assassinating a Food and Drug Administration agent who had been investigating Hi-Tech, according to the affidavit. In the weeks before the grand jury issued its indictment, the feds say, Wheat and Smith talked about hiring a private eye to dig up dirt to blackmail assistant U.S. attorney Aaron Danzig. Neither alleged plot was carried out, but authorities did arrest Holda, a convicted steroids trafficker, after he purchased a firearms silencer. He later pleaded guilty to gun charges.
The September indictment claims that Wheat and his associates used Internet spam to advertise and sell what they claimed were low-cost, generic medicines from Canada. Instead, the government says they were making a fortune by selling drugs they mixed up in garbage cans in a filthy house far south of the border. “Consumers thought they were getting legitimate and safe prescription drugs over the Internet from Canada at cheaper prices,” said David Nahmias, the U.S. Attorney for northern Georgia. “In reality, they received adulterated fakes that were crudely made in an unsanitary house in Belize.”
Among the other allegations: – Hi-Tech employees spiked weight-loss products with ephedra to make them more effective and continued to do so even after the FDA banned its use in 2004 after it was linked to death of Baltimore Orioles’ pitcher Steve Bechler. Ephedra, a powerful herbal stimulant, had been linked to more than 150 deaths; – Hi-Tech employees spiked a product called Stamina RX, which it claimed was a natural supplement to treat erectile dysfunction, with the active ingredient in Viagra and Cialis; – Wheat and others sold and marketed a product known as “Verve” that contained GHB, the banned “date rape” drug linked to scores of deaths in recent years. Another ingredient was GBL, a cleaning product that converts into GHB when ingested. Wheat and his crew masked the taste with Kool-Aid, according to a search warrant affidavit filed by Special Agent Edward Smith of the Drug Enforcement Administration. The company later marketed the drink as a cleaning product to confuse investigators. – Hi-Tech employee Brad Watkins sold ecstasy; the DEA affidavit also claims thousands of fake ecstasy tablets were manufactured by Hi-Tech and sold on the streets of the United States – Wheat operated a marijuana trafficking ring during the 1990s that was shut down when he was arrested in Alabama.
Like Albany District Attorney David Soares’ ongoing Internet steroids investigation, the Hi-Tech case illustrates how the Web has erased national and state borders, posed new challenges for regulators and turned the supplement business into an ungovernable marketplace. The case also shows how the Dietary Supplement Health and Education Act of 1994 opened the door to a host of unsavory operators more interested in profits than consumer safety and regulatory compliance. The purpose of the law was to give Americans access to alternative treatments and medicines, to have greater control over their diets and health. But the excesses of DSHEA have created what many experts consider a Wild West frontier where anything goes and the criminal can often work under the cloak of legitimacy. Patrick Arnold, the chemist who developed the BALCO steroid THG and androstenedione, the steroid precursor later made famous as Mark McGwire’s favorite supplement, once attended an industry meeting in the office of U.S. Sen. Orrin Hatch (R-Utah), DSHEA’s co-sponsor.
…there’s no better occasion to highlight the Derek Erdman portfolio.
(were they not ficticious, the members of Vancouver’s Hard Core Logo could surely vouch for the ennui of touring)
On second thought, no thanks. I’d rather see today’s Oliver Perez turn up once a week. The enigmatic former Pirate struck out 9 Braves and walked none over 6.2 innings, allowing just a paired of earned runs and lowering his ERA to 3.31. Who says those deep tissue massages from Rick Peterson aren’t helpful?
While supersubs Damon Easley and Ramon Castro each homered, Carlos Beltran was just a long ball shy of the cycle, going 4 for 5 with a pair of RBI’s, raising his batting average to .385. Jose Reyes was almost as impressive, chipping in with a double a solo HR and his 9th stolen base.
“Please tell me you heard Keith Hernandez’s soliloquy about the Moody Blues and their absence from the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame during today’s afternoon telecast,” writes Sean Fennessey. “Gary Cohen defied Hernandez’s taste in a brazen act. Tremendous.”
Funny, you’d think Keith’s years in St. Louis would’ve led to an affinity with that city’s finest cultural exponents. Then again, Mex did miss the Strangulated Beatoffs by a wide margin.
A 40 year old man was arrested at Shea last night and was charged with violating the Calvin Klein Law. “Somebody could get blinded,” complained Atlanta’s Tim Hudson, who should know a thing or two about getting poked in the eye.
Strangely OK with press coverage of his activities in the world of thoroughbred racing, Captain Red Ass would like you to know That Was No Woman, That Was Someone’s Teenage Daughter. Or something like that.
The Association’s Craig Kwasniewski said of the Nets’ Vince Carter, “VC’s the type of asshole who’ll play the victim card in this series and play with the type of motivation we haven’t seen in years,” a fair enough prediction, but not one that foresaw Richard Jefferson scoring 28 points against Toronto (11 in the first quarter), sparking the Nets to a 96-91 Game One victory. Chris Bosh (22 points) picked up a pair of quick fouls and missed a big stretch of the first half, during which Jersey built a sizeable advantage.
Toronto management handed out “Raptor Red” t-shirts to the capacity crowd, shirts that neatly matched…the red road jerseys of the Nets.
Mike Nifong was just on the phone. He adamant that after watching Chicago’s Luol Deng have his way with Miami this afternoon, Duke players-turned-pro get a very raw deal.
The LA Times’ Jason Reid claims “impressed with Corey Maggette’s transformation into a playmaker late this season, the Clippers hope to re-sign the veteran forward to a multiyear contract extension,” which means we can look forward to Maggette’s name popping up in trade rumors for at least another 2 or 3 seasons.
The New York Daily News’ Frank Isola graded the Knicks’ roster and coaching staff as part for his Knicks Knation blog, and saved his most scathing mark for N8 The Not-So Great.
Nate Robinson “ Plays every game as if it is the And-1 Mix Tape Tour. He doesn™t take his job seriously and subsequently no one takes him seriously. It™s a shame because he has lots to offer but he needs to grow up. Or maybe he just wants to be a novelty act for the rest of his career. F
There’s no time like the eve of the Suns’ first rounder with Kobe & The Other Guys to crank up chatter regarding Shawn Marion or Amare Stoudemire being dealt for the no. 1 or no. 2 overall pick in the draft.
Though the Sacramento Bee’s Scott Howard-Cooper admits it’s a longshot, he deserves our thanks for floating the delicious possibility of Larry Brown coaching Ron Artest next season.