Other than “why can’t I go blind at this very moment?”, that’s the only question that comes to mind when watching the trailer for Stephen Baldwin’s “The Genius Club”.
For those who find the charms of such straight-to-video epics elusive and prefer to have their faith questioned in person, Baldwin brings his xtreme-sports-for-Christ Assalt tour to Austin’s Promiseland Church next Saturday, June 28.
The New York Mets have “a lot more problems than Willie,” insists Hall Of Fame closer Goose Gossage, who tells the New York Daily News’ Ian Begley, “today you’re talking about a whole different breed of players.”
Gossage believes the dancing antics of Jose Reyes are one reason why the Mets have been in a tailspin since last September.
“There’s not enough mustard in the city to cover Reyes,” said Gossage, who was at the Stadium to give a pitching clinic to Bronx Little Leaguers and raise money to support inner-city youth baseball leagues in six cities. “He needs to act like a professional.
“I don’t want this sport to turn into football where they dance after every play. I can’t stand that – the dancing, the laughing – there’s no place for that in the game. He’s not the first great player to play – I wouldn’t even say great because he hasn’t won anything yet.”
Gossage is certainly entitled to his (crackpot) opinions, but perhaps full disclosure would be fair. Having previously slammed the late Joan Kroc for “poisoning the world”, might Goose have some personal agenda in discrediting a spokesperson for Wise Potato Chips?
Seriously, folks, if Goose has a problem with Reyes’ public expressions of joy, that’s his hang up. But if the reliever is looking to emulate Eric Schlosser or Morgan Spurlock, let’s leave it off the sports page.
If you can’t bring yourself to deal with the belching or typically OOTP Masshole ‘tude from Nick Stevens, rest assured, the highlight was his description of Sasha Vuicich as “a greaseball prick face whose last name means ‘crybaby’ in Slovenian.”
Former Mets skipper Willie Randolph, apparently a budding Joel Sherman after all these years, gives readers of the New York Daily News the inside scoop behind the Firing-Slept-Thru-By-The-World :
Anyway, when I walked into the room Omar asked me to sit down. He sat right across from me. He started talking about how the team was underperforming, how it needed to turn around.
He said it was time to make some changes, and I waited for him to talk about whacking Rick and Tommy, but he just kept talking, for a minute or two, maybe longer, about how the team was better than it was playing, about all the stories that were out there and the cloud hovering over the team.
As Omar went on and on, looking very uncomfortable, this weird chill started to course through by body. I could feel myself going cold. He kept talking, almost stammering, and the chill got worse.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that maybe he was talking about me. Maybe I was the one about to get whacked.
Finally, I stopped him. I looked right at him.
“Omar, are you firing me?” I asked. He looked away for a minute and then met my eyes. “Yeah, I’m going to make a move,” he said. “It’s a hard decision, but I have to make it.”
We started going back and forth a little about everything, but this wasn’t a time for any heated postmortems.
“You don’t have to say anything more, Omar,” I said. “I came here to win, and if you don’t feel I’m the guy to get that done, then it’s your right to make a change. I’m eternally grateful for the opportunity you gave me. I want you to know that.”
I stood up and shook his hand, told him I wished him and the team well. Then he handed me an envelope, a little parting gift, and told me to make sure I reviewed it with my agent, Ron Shapiro.
It was a copy of my Met contract that basically says I better not say anything detrimental about the team, or I might jeopardize the rest of the money I have coming to me.
Coming in Sunday’s New York Daily News, Willie Randolph’s “Jeff Wilpon : Baseball’s Most Underrated Young Executive”.
(Cub legend Gabby Hartnett signs autographs for South Siders Al Capone and little Jerry Reinsdorf, one of many trying moments hosting Sox fans at Wrigley)
Guess what? Despite my early estimation of today, I do have some time to kill, and ‘GN is showing the Cubs-Sox tourney. I left home last night with the Cubs up 3-1 on the DEVIL Rays, and got to the park down the street with my son to see on my new (used) $40.00 Blackberry that the Cubs were getting blown out. Final score, 8-3 Rays. Basically, with the Cardinals hobbled, the Cubs just blew an incredible opportunity to distance themselves from St. Louis. Instead, they paced the Cards loss for loss. All the way home, I just kept thinking “Howry, Howry, fucking Howry …”. When I got home, I learned it was Eyre and Marmol. Carlos … YOU? And during Our Year?
As for the end of 1 at Wrigley, Fukodome just scored the Cubs first run. Sadly, Jermaine Dye has just hit a home run. Even worse, the Sox broadcasting team is in the booth and I just sat through a Hawk “he gone!” and their home run call. When Derrek Lee hit into a double-play Darrin Jackson said “frickin’.” I know Sox fans don’t see much sunlit baseball, but that’s a bit salty for a day game with kids around, don’t you think?
The reeling Toronto Blue Jays fired manager John Gibbons today and replaced him with former manager Cito Gaston, the man who led the team to its only two World Series titles.The move comes amid a spirit-breaking stretch of 13 losses in 17 games that has buried them in the AL East basement with a 35-39 record.
Gibbons is the third manager fired this week, after Willie Randolph (Mets) and John McLaren (Seattle).
The Jays also fired coaches Marty Pevey, Ernie Whitt and Gary Denbo.
Red Sox P Curt Schilling tells readers of his 38 Pitches blog, “I am set to have what could be extensive and potentially career ending shoulder surgery on Monday.” This is truly terrible news…for members of John McCain’s staff, who will undoubtedly have to put up with Curt offering them helpful advice on the campaign trail all autumn long.
By which I mean, no one is ever gonna get fed up with sports bloggers writing sports blog posts about the whole “sports blogs” debate. Right?
I’m actually starting to wonder if this isn’t all a diabolical PR campaign – viral marketing, is that what the kids call it? – for Buzz Bissinger’s planned book about the blogosphere. I mean, he’s already had to put more than three nights into discussing this.
Right, Buzz. Young people, they don’t appreciate nothing. Five thousand years of Western civilization, people revering good writing and not caring about gossip, and it all suddenly stops with the generation right after yours. What a tough break, you still needing to make a living and all, with your good writing and stuff….
Then Bissinger goes from get-off-my-lawn crotchetiness to dangerous whack-jobbery. “They cover themselves under the mantle of the First Amendment,” he says about bloggers who supposedly “proudly parade around saying, ‘We don’t need no stinking credibility or stinking information.’” Then: “But if John Adams and Thomas Jefferson had any idea what the First Amendment would have wrought, they would have canceled it.”
If that isn’t dumber than anything any blogger’s ever written, I’ll eat Buzz’s reading glasses. The ones he used when he read “Jonathan Livingston Seagull,” the best-selling book of 1972 and 1973, back when people cared about writing….
“The good blogs, Bissinger maintains, are the exception,” Reilly writes. “The bad blogs — the ones that privilege glib snideness over reporting and analysis — are the rule. They’re also the most popular. And according to him, they represent the future of the medium.”
Of course bad blogs are the rule. Of course they’re the future of the medium. Bad everything is the rule and the future. Hasn’t Bissinger heard that 90 percent of everything is crap?
At this point I’m just wondering how often Bissinger got on the phone to NBC last year to gripe about Tyra and Landry, or the hot South American home care worker.
Toronto GM J.P. Ricciardi took some shots at Adam Dunn while answering a call on his radio show Wednesday night. Here’s what Ricciardi said:
“Do you know the guy doesn’t really like baseball that much?” Ricciardi said to the caller. “Do you know the guy doesn’t have a passion to play the game that much? How much do you know about the player?”
“There’s a reason why you’re attracted to some players and there’s a reason why you’re not attracted to some players. I don’t think you’d be very happy if we brought Adam Dunn here”
“We’ve done our homework on guys like Adam Dunn and there’s a reason why we don’t want Adam Dunn. I don’t want to get into specifics.”
Formerly misguided Pat Burrell hater and Attytood blogger Will Bunch of the Philadelphia Daily Newsshares a reader e-mail:
“John in Northeast Philly” writes:
Hello, No disrespect but liberals like you make me sick. Quite frankly real Americans don’t care what we do to these bastards and we shouldn’t. In fact until we start beheading them on live TV, they and their supporters don’t have a complaint….
Keep wishing for obama, as a Philadelphian you’ve suffered under enough black leaders and quarterbacks to know better.
Yup, how could anyone vote for Obama after watching McNabb guide the Eagles for the last eight seasons — unless they have “a social concern”? I truly hope Philadelphia can be restored to those glory years when Roman Gabriel was guiding the Eagles and Frank Rizzo was in City Hall.
It’s 98 degrees in Round Rock, TX at 9:22 central time. The social/ethnic makeup of the crowd attending tonight’s Omaha Royals / Express tilt would not give John Rocket pause.
And with that, I will cease to cite the differences between this setting and that of Flushing, Queens 2008. Because Jorge Sosa is pitching for the home team, and he’s getting lit up like he’s still got his Mets pyjamas on.
The players were down here at Safeco Field as the John McLaren firing press conference was taking place. Both Richie Sexson and Jose Vidro were on the team bus that left for the airport moments ago. Interim GM Lee Pelekoudas was asked after the press conference whether today’s move sends the wrong message to players.
After all, the team has fired a hitting coach, GM and manager within 10 days of each other while no players from opening day have been moved.
“I don’t think it does,” Pelekoudas said. “Because they know the other shoe could drop any day. They should know. It’s always there.”
Lee Elia, rapidly climbing the professional ladder once again, is going to be Jim Riggelman’s new bench coach.
Does anyone know how many day games are remaining at Safeco this year? Of the M’s interim skipper, ESPN’s Rob Neyer writes, “Riggleman has managed seven full seasons in the majors, during which his teams finished seventh, fourth, third, fourth, fifth, second and sixth. In his sixth season, his Cubs jumped all the way from 68-94 to 90-73 ¦ then fell back to 67-95 the next season. After which he was fired.” So at least Seattle’s going with a known commodity.
The Associated Press says that “the NHL is threatening to kick the owners of the New York Rangers out of the league or force them to sell the team.” That’s certainly not burying the lead, but also an unlikely outcome. From Lynn Zinser of the Times:
The case stems from an anti-trust lawsuit the Garden filed last September, attempting to stop the N.H.L. from incorporating the Rangers™ Web site into a league-wide collective controlled by NHL.com. The team has suffered mostly setbacks in its case, with a judge in the Second Circuit United States Court of Appeals in March calling the team™s request for an injunction, œwithout merit.…
The conflict began when N.H.L. owners voted ” by a margin of 25-3 ” to transfer the digital rights of all 30 teams to the league. It is a model used by most professional leagues. The Rangers were among the dissenters, however, arguing that they should be able to operate their Web site for their own benefit.
The Garden started the case off with a bitter note when it filed suit on September 28, calling the N.H.L. an œillegal cartel and calling the digital merger a œblatant expropriation of team assets while arguing that the league is in violation of anti-trust laws. It also said the N.H.L. had done a poor job of marketing the league.
Well shoot, why not sue over the Versus contract then?
Garden management responded by defending its right to sue the league.
œEvery American citizen or business has a right to go to court and have its dispute heard by an impartial judge, said a statement released by Garden spokesman Barry Watkins.
Except according to our president, of course. And speaking of lawsuits, wouldn’t Anucha Browne-Sanders be a great hire by the NHL right now?
Are you ready for some football? While Giants RB Ahmad Bradshaw — undoubtedly plagued by the psychic trauma of sharing a first name with Ahmad Rashad and a surname with Terry Bradshaw — isn’t quite set to start the 2008 NFL season, You Go Live In Utah‘s Amanda is chomping at the bit to survey the Dallas Cowboys’ Road To Super Bowl XLIII.
Mon, Sep 15 PHILADELPHIA (ESPN) 7:30 PM
The first home game of the season. Which is a shame because I always like the danger and retardation of playing at a stadium full of people so unable to control their most base instincts that they had to establish a courtroom inside the stadium. Can we start making jokes about Andy Reid’s sons yet? Please? I never understood why everyone had such a kid gloves approach when it came to some spoiled white kids who drove around in cars their dad paid for buying heroin with his credit card. Oh yeah, and I like Donovan McNabb for some reason. I think the Cowboys will win because Donovan McNabb hates every second of his life that he plays for the Eagles. BUT, far more importantly, this allows me to mention a woefully overlooked gem of family cinema. My friend Chrissy and I used to be obsessed with watching the Disney movies that slipped through the cracks. Which lead us to discover The Garbage Picking Field Goal Kicking Philadelphia Phenomenon starring Tony Danza. This movie is amazing.
White Sox G.M. Kenny Williams tells the Chicago Sun-Times’ Joe Cowley he’d have to be awfully desperate to consider taking a similar position on the North side of town. Luckily for all parties concerned, no such job is on offer (link swiped from Repoz and Baseball Think Factory).
Asked Wednesday about the different environments that surround the teams, Williams pulled no punches.
”It is so different,” Williams said. ”You might as well build a border, a Great Wall of China on Madison, because we are so different. We might as well be in two different cities.
”The unfortunate thing for me is it’s a shame that a certain segment of Chicago refused to enjoy a baseball championship being brought to their city. The only thing I can say is, ‘Happy anniversary.”’
Williams was referring, of course, to the 2005 World Series trophy prominently displayed at 333 W. 35th St., and the Cubs’ 100 years of futility across town.
Williams was asked — if the opportunity presented itself — if he could imagine ever being GM of the deep-pocketed, throw-money-at-every-hole Cubs.
”That would be a betrayal,” Williams said before a long pause. ”God, I would really, really have to need the job. Oh, wow, really need the job.”
Then he flipped things.
”Let me just throw out one question: What happens if we win another one before they win one?” he said.
Of embattled Mets assistant G.M. Tony Bernazard, Newsday’s Ken Davidoff writes “he hangs around the clubhouse more than any front-office person I’ve ever seen,” adding “when he’s not with the players, he can often be found with Mets COO Jeff Wilpon.” Bernazard is described by Davidoff as appearing “giddy as a schoolgirl with a new dress” this Tuesday morning as news of Willie Randolph’s firing circulated.
If Bernazard is indeed the Mets mole responsible for so many recent hits to Randolph’s professional reputation, his recent karmic payback has been severe. With the possible of exeption of Omar Minaya himself, when was the last time an assistant GM achieved such name recognition?
As predicted in this space, the Cardinals blew another one to the the Kansas City Royals today, 3-2. Yadier Molina will miss at least one more game tomorrow, although La Russa promises to risk this young man’s career if a game is on the line. “If we had a chance to win a game, I could run Yadi back there,” La Russa told the St. Louis Dispatch‘s Rick Hummel. What wasn’t predicted in this space is that the Cubs would drop a second to Tampa Bay, 5-4. Then, as the Trib’s Paul Sullivan reports, both Zambrano and Jim Edmonds left the field hurt (with Reed Johnson still benched from yesterday’s collision at 1B). With such depressing news on the field, I always know I can turn to Sulivan’s boss and Cub owner Sam Zell for some comic relief. In this case, the hiring of a female executive at Tribco was occasion for some fun. The octogenarian Zell pulled out some vintage Playboy party jokes when he decided to pen the following huh-larious press release in welcoming aboard Ms. Kim Johnson, excerpted here, who I believe Zell refers to as a “career gal.” Link swiped from Jeff Bercovici’s Mixed Media:
œI thought I was entering a contest to win tickets to a Guns N’ Rosesreunion show, but an invite to this party is even better, said Johnson. œThe ˜new™ Tribune is revolutionizing content, sales, and promotion”this isthe place to be right now. We™re utilizing our brands and serving our audiences in exciting new ways and we want creative and successful sales professionals to join us!
Johnson is a resident of Florida, and a former waitress at œKnockers -The Place for Hot Racks and Cold Brews. Asked if she feels ready to accept the new challenge, Johnson said, œI once won a contest at the restaurant up-selling shots to guys who asked for beer”how different can this be?
With memories of Pau Gasol’s broken foot suffered during the ’06 World Championships at the least in the back of his churning mind, Mavs owner Mark Cuban will wait for Jason Kidd and Dirk Nowitzki to return from the Beijing Summer Games, hopeful that neither will get hurt while on his payroll. “I hate the fact that we lie to ourselves and pretend this is about representing country,” Cuban tells the Dallas Morning News’ David Moore. “It’s not. It’s about money.”
“It’s not that I don’t like the idea of them representing their countries,” Cuban said by e-mail. “If the Olympics were truly a nationalistic endeavor built on sport and part of the public domain, I would be willing to take risk and support their playing. What I don’t like is that we lie to ourselves and pretend that the Olympians represent our country.”
“They don’t. They have taken relatively low paying jobs working for the Olympics, who in turn sell the broadcast and marketing rights for billions of dollars in profits, all the while creating enormous risk for those of us who pay them for their day jobs that support their families. It’s amazing how players who are free agents won’t participate, but those with guaranteed contracts will.”
Is Cuban disappointed that Nowitzki and Kidd have chosen this path or does he understand?
“I understand completely, I just disagree,” Cuban said. “As I mentioned, to me, the disturbing part is not just the financial risk we incur, with minimal upside, it’s the hypocrisy of it all.
“Can’t we just call it the GE Olympic Team?”
The first person who’d like to make a pitch for Jerome James on Team Wendy’s is officially excused from the CSTB comments for the next several ours.
I had the good fortune the other day of flipping thru a copy of Mike Edison‘s “I Have Fun Everywhere I Go“, in which the noted musician/scribe regales the lucky reader with tales of his days at Screw, High Times and Wrestling’s Main Event, along with his considerable experience playing in punk bands well-known and otherwise. .
I’ve long had a high opinion of Edison’s work, so I was a mite bit disappointed to read his claims that my brief tenure playing guitar for Hookset, NH’s most beloved singer-songwriter was some sort of power play. Seriously folks, if the Geege would hit Brian Brain in the face with a beer bottle, what were the chances I could manipulate him into letting me in the band?
I have no idea what slights, real or imagined, Edison is still smarting from, but he certainly had ample opportunity back in the day to tell me just how much he thought my guitar work sucked donkey dick. While it’s high praise that Mike thought I was “brilliant at putting out records”, there’s something kinda wack about reading a member of Sharkey’s Machine claim I had no business being on ‘em.
I’m as big a fan of revisionist, self-serving history as anyone — some of my best friends are legends in their own minds —- but I really have to take exception to Edison’s charge that my putting out G.G. Allin records was some kinda stab at “punk credibility”. If I was really hung up on that sorta thing, I’d have signed these guys instead :
On Sunday, Randolph said, he asked Minaya to pull the trigger if that™s what he had in mind. œI actually asked him, Randolph said, œI said: ˜Omar, do this now. If you™re going to do this, do this now. I know you™ve got a lot of pressure on you, but if I™m not the guy to lead this team, then don™t let me get on this plane.™ I did say that to him.
Minaya said he had not made up his mind until Monday, and even if he had done so Sunday, he said, there was too much to coordinate: putting a new manager in place and flying the coaches from their minor league teams to California. But the major reason seemed to be Minaya™s reluctance to make a good friend ” and his hire ” walk the plank.
œI know the perception is that the way it was handled was disrespectful, Minaya said, referring to the midnight meeting after Monday™s game. œThe reason it was handled quickly was out of respect for Willie.
Asked if he thought œshabby was too strong a word to characterize his treatment, Randolph chuckled and said, œThat™s not strong enough.
Though hardly impressed with the Mets’ media manuevering in the dark, Metsradamus surveys the events of the past 48 hours and asks, “what did you expect?”
If the Wilpons do this to Willie Randolph, a supposed member of their baseball family, imagine how they’ll treat you. Well, you don’t have to imagine, between tiered pricing and $8 beers and waiting every last minute during a rain delay to sell those beers before announcing the cancellation of the game. So you already know that it’s a business.
Oh, players like Tom Glavine will tell you that he originally signed by the Mets because the Wilpons were all about family … but then they let this happen. Because to the Wilpons … who are the one common thread woven through the likes of Al Harazin, Jeff Torborg, Bobby Bonilla, firecrackers, bleach, marijuana in peanut butter jars, Mike Piazza to first base, Shane Spencer and Karim Garcia instead of Vladimir Guerrero, and all of the underachieving, dysfunctional clubhouses we’ve been graced with over the last 20 years … letting Randolph twist in the wind before firing him in the middle of the night is just murder by numbers at this point.
In somewhat more pleasant news, The ‘Lil Wilpons of Coney Island defeated the Staten Island Yankees last night, 3-1, to open the 2008 NY-Penn League campaign for both clubs. Cyclones manager Edgar Alfonso is thought to be in ownership’s good graces until at least tomorrow night, but these things ought to be monitored on a daily basis.
The WWE’s Chris Jericho, son of former Bruins/Kings/Rangers LW Ted Irvine, as well the most famous public figure who actually likes Helloween, displayed unusual patience in submitting to the following interrogation at the hands of the Guardian’s Paolo Bandini
We see you’re currently the WWE’s Intercontinental champion.What exactly is intercontinental about that title?
That means I am the champion of all of the continents. As far as the water and skies go I don’t have any jurisdiction, but if it’s on land then I’m pretty much in charge.
Right, so what’s left for the actual WWE champion?
Well the WWE champion’s in charge of boats and planes and stuff like that. If you’re a pirate, the WWE champion is pretty much in charge. If a pirate comes up to me I really can’t do anything about it.
What’s the strangest request you’ve had from a fan?
To sign a tattoo they had of my face. I mean getting that in the first place seems about as smart as getting Ricky Gervais tattoo. In five years time you’re going to be asking: “What the hell was I doing?”