Mets fan / former Parisian Amelie Mancini is peddling a series of hand-printed linocut baseball cards marking the sport’s more patheticunusual injuries and/or the excuses fans and front-offices alike were expected to swallow (ie. Clint Barmes falling down the stairs while trying to carrying sacks of deer meat). Though I’m sure we can all cite injuries Ms. Mancini omitted from the collection (Steve Tracshel trying to pitch with a broken heart, or Vince Coleman being attacked by a tarp), perhaps she’ll see fit to print a second edition. Or branch out to other sports (link courtesy Repoz and Baseball Think Factory)
I’ve met (Darren) Rovell a few times, and I find him to be a generally affable, professional, intelligent human being. He has a certain well-hello-people-who-are-not-me-but-are-obviously-just-here-to-see-me vibe to him, but I just chalk that up to an occupational hazard of appearing on television regularly. And all told, the guy has always done good work (in addition to the Nike press releases and Fathead sales updates, of course); he’s a legit reporter. But something about Twitter has caused him to lose his goddamned mind. He’s asking people to send him pictures of their lunch, showing up in public with his Twitter handle on his back and, perhaps most infamously, installing himself as a sort of Twitter cop, with his rules of Twitter and his scoldings of those who disobey his laws. I’m fairly certain Rovell considers a moment he’s not on Twitter to be a wasted moment.
This, of course, has been nothing but rewarding for Rovell: It just got him his own TV show. It might be just that, as frustrating as he is (and I honestly can’t follow him), he’s just better at it than the rest of us are. He has simply transplanted his life and personality onto Twitter in a more efficient way than anyone else.
Yes, well, who knows? Perhaps someday Rovell will have one of those grand epiphanies — y’know, like the sort Screech experienced when he left Deadspin because (in his words), “I was starting to worry I was becoming more a blog than a person.” In the meantime, taking the latter to task for insubstantial tweets is kind of like expressing disappointment in Korn’s foray into dubstep. Much as there’s something slightly screwy about taking to the internet to declare Darren Rovell has been too zealous in his embrace of social media. I’m not so sure an unchecked boner for blogging and tweeting is contributing to an (even) dumber brand of discourse. Or to paraphrase the gun lobby, “Twitter doesn’t bore people to death. You do.”
“We live in a society today where no matter what you say, you’re a bigot or you’re a racist,” Jacobs said. “I don’t like it, but it comes with the territory. So obviously I think that’s ridiculous.”
“Bruce’s insensitive statement is a serious matter that is being dealt with internally,” program director Brian Noe, also a host on the station, said in an email.
Jacobs said on the air his WNBA comments were “into the gutter” but didn’t reflect any resentment toward the gay and lesbian community.
“Bigoted, not even close,” he said. “If you know me, and a lot of you folks don’t know me, I don’t do judgment on people, their personal lifestyles. … I’m all about equality. I have zero issues with gays, lesbians. I make jokes about everything.”
(if Sirius/XM’s Mad Dog Channel ever needs another mouthpiece who can uphold their incredibly high standards, they need look no further than the fella above)
While I offer my sincere apologies to the late Lance Hahn for the above headline, Golden State G Monta Ellis and his Warriors employers are facing a sexual harassment suit after Ellis was accused of sending the team’s former community relations director, Erika Smith, a series of explicit text messages, including (but not limited) to that time-tested winning gambit, a cock pic. It’s that element of the case that syndicated (?) Walter Shitty radio host Jimmy Church finds particularly sensational, so much so, that I am very grateful he’s shot from the waist up.
“Was the (Kim Khardashian/Kris Humphries) marriage fake all along? Was Kim really caught in a nude Yoga session with a male instructor in their home?” asks People’sForbes’ Tom Van Ripper, by way of providing background for a p.r. firm’s poll that determined Nets F Humphries is now “The Most Disliked Player In The NBA”, supplanting none other than universal pariah LeBron James. Analyzing a Top Ten (with slideshow accompaniment) provided by Nielsen Research and E-Poll Marketing, Van Ripper helpfully explains that in the case of hated contenders Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, fans have “a natural hankering to root against super teams formed by aligning superstars.” Bosh, Van Ripper explains, “have never been previously regarded as controversial”, thus ignoring the possibility Toronto fans might have hard feelings of their own.
It seems a tad farfetched to think that Humphries, while widely ridiculed, could actually inspire a fraction of the hatred generated by James. I’m also not sure I want to live in a country where a naive putz like Humphries is considered a more deserving target than Christian Death.
“If you’re not watching the Australian All-Star game,” tweeted Rob Warmowski earlier today, “you’re missing (“Million Dollar Arm” co-winner) Rinku Singh, genuinely awful fielding and a titanic on-air belch.”
All true, and while I’m tempted to call this game nearly impossible to watch, I cannot remember the last time I heard commentators thanking government officials for recognizing the contest’s place on “the sporting radar”. Well, not since the Giuliani administration, anyway.
“Better him than me,” whispers Jay Horowitz under his breath after being shown the following item from the New York Times’ Richard Sandomir. After the David Einhorn debacle, the New York Mets hope to raise $200 million dollars over the course of ten, $20 million chunks, and given that these minority shares offer no say in the club’s operations, you might wonder (as did Einhorn), what exactly does an investor get for his or her dough besides a mention in the club’s media guide? According to Sandomir, “a term sheet given by the Mets’ owners to prospective partners” not only included financial projections, but also, “simpler stuff”. Such as the following perks ;
* Access to Mr. Met, the team mascot, although the degree of access is not entirely spelled out. It definitely means you, as a part-owner, can schmooze with Mr. Met at Citi Field. It’s less clear whether you could get him to come to your child’s birthday party without a fee.
* A formal business card, complete with the prominent designation: “Owner.”
* And if you are a wealthy doctor, commodities trader or real estate mogul who wants to try to swat the ball over the newly pulled-in outfield fences at Citi Field on a Mets day off, you are entitled to attend what appears to be an exclusive kind of fantasy camp: “Owners’ workout day.”
Parking will not be a problem for new owners, the document makes clear. A single spot at the ballpark is reserved for anyone who signs on for $20 million. The chance to throw out a game’s first pitch will be an annual privilege. Every minority owner will be assigned a team executive, who will be charged with tending to an array of possible needs, season tickets for family members among them. The document suggests, however, that those tickets will cost money beyond the $20 million investment.
As for the more minor details, there was no shortage of specifics: the $20 million would include one free trip with the team during the regular season (the Mets would pick the city); one free weekend’s stay at spring training; and a lot of potential lunch dates — with broadcasters and former players. A luncheon with the manager and general manager? Off-season only, the document says. Merchandise? Discounts, but not giveaway
First, is the staggering vehemence with which Patrice Evra, the (official) victim of Suarez’s abuse has been treated. This is, frankly, inexcusably racist. To accuse Evra of fabrication is, at this stage, to deny him the freedom from abuse that the law by which Suarez has been punished and therefore to offer an implicit defence of racism. This is entirely unacceptable, and needs to be called as such.
Second, is the inherent assumption (and this was the thrust of Andi’s excellent piece) that Suarez as a Liverpool player could not be racist and that it is an affront to the club to suggest otherwise. He could and it is not. Those fans that blindly march in ‘defence’ of Suarez (led, astonishingly, by a memorandum FROM THE CLUB) are idiots. If you think otherwise then you are an idiot.
It palpably doesn’t matter that Suarez plays for Liverpool. It doesn’t matter that he is friends with black people. It doesn’t matter that his grandfather was black. Suarez racially abused an opponent. That is unacceptable. And he deserves his ban.
The Philadelphia Inquirer’s Nancy Phillips reports that former Philadelphia Daily New columnist Bill Conlin, who retired from the paper as of today, has been accused by three women and one man with molesting them as children in the 1970′s. While Conlin denies the charges thru his attorney, the quartet claim they were provoked to go public by recent stories out of State College, PA, though they did speak to authorities last year.
“I’m really sorry that I didn’t do something more at the time,” said Barbara Healey, whose son and daughter told her that Conlin molested them in the 1970s. “Call the police is what I should have done.”
Looking back, Karen Healey said she was astounded that the parents and others reacted as they did.
“Nobody called the cops,” said Healey, now 44, a mother of three, and a corporate sales executive. “Everyone went back to living their lives.
Last year, Conlin’s niece, Kelly Blanchet, Kevin Healey, Karen Healey, and another woman from the neighborhood gave prosecutors videotaped testimony about the abuse they said they suffered at Conlin’s hands years ago. New Jersey’s current law has no statute of limitations on sex crimes, so they were hopeful that Conlin might finally be held to account, Blanchet said.
But the law in place today, enacted in 1996, is not retroactive. “I didn’t realize it, and I’m a prosecutor,” she said.
In a recent column, “Tough Guys Are Talking About Sandusky,” Conlin questioned people who said they would have intervened had they seen Jerry Sandusky, the former Penn State assistant coach, abusing a child: “Everybody says he will do the right thing, get involved, put his own ass on the line before or after the fact. But the moment itself has a cruel way of suspending our fearless intentions.”
There’s no shortage of ugly details in Phillips’ story, one that unless thoroughly proven inaccurate by Conlin, overshadows journalism career more than a half century old. Though some portions of that career have already exposed Conlin to be — and this is being very diplomatic — a deeply flawed human being, there’s generally greater tolerance on the part of the public for curmudgeons / borderline racists, so long as they aren’t sexually assaulting children.
Were you surprised that Ryan Braun tested positive?: “No, I was not surprised. In fact, three weeks before that, I was in Vietnam and I was interviewed by somebody from the New York Daily News. It was when the growth hormone testing was being introduced. And I don’t think growth hormone is effective as a performance enhancer. At that time, I basically said that what they’re doing is using fast-acting testosterone — creams, gels, orals, patches — and they clear so quickly, sometimes in a matter of hours. … They could conceivably, after a game, use testosterone to help with tissue repair and healing and recovery and by the time they’d show up at the park the next day, their PE ratio would be normal. I always knew there was this giant loophole that you could drive a Mack truck through.”
Do you think there will be another player implicated in this after Braun’s situation is over?: “This is a wake-up call. … I’ve been pitching this before this Ryan Braun case broke … I said here’s the loophole: They’re using fast-acting testosterone; they’re not using anabolic steroids. … You need to use carbon isotope ratio testing and you will bust lots of people. I said a significant number of players would test positive. … Three weeks later, here’s a positive.”
What argument can Braun’s people make to win their appeal?: “The first thing I hear that they’re saying is it’s an extremely high level, the highest that’s ever been recording. Are they talking about in baseball or are they talking about in general? … I’m not sure about that, but this is a double-whammy for him. Unless there’s some chain-of-custody issue, other technical problem during the collection and transport process, he’s basically dead in the water. … I believe he’s going to serve the 50-game suspension.”
Short of being lectured by Steve Phillips, is there anything more humiliating than being scolded by Jim Bowden about a dubious career move? “Now you’re in a situation where you’ve got to go back and manage Double A and build yourself all the way back,” intoned Bowden in the direction of new Pensacola Blue Wahoos skipper Jim Riggleman on the former’s Sirius/XM show earlier today, as the latter attempted to put a positive spin on his widely mocked decision (well, by everyone except Ben Schwartz) to bolt the Washington Nationals last summer. From the Washington Post’s Dan Steinberg :
“The way I’ve explained it to people, I think I did the right thing, probably not the smart thing,” Riggleman said. “You know, sometimes there is a difference. And I think for my own situation I did do the right thing, but certainly it’s not a smart thing to do to give up a Major League managing job….
“Because people are not gonna have all the information. And I certainly am moving on and am not really gonna disclose information, because I have great respect for the Nationals and what they have achieved and what they will continue to achieve. But when all the information isn’t out there, there’s gonna be a lot of people who think how dare you do that! And believe me, I would probably be one of those people who would be thinking that way.”
“…if you’re not [committed], if your mind is somewhere else, then you’re stealing money. You’re taking their money basically under false pretenses. You’re in a mood that you’re not gonna be able to connect to players, you’re putting too much thought into things. And I just thought you know what, I’m not gonna do that, I’m not gonna take the money. And I could have stayed and been unhappy and taken the money, but I didn’t do that.”
The Montreal Canadiens have faced criticism for the hiring of head coach Randy Cunneyworth (above) to replace Jacques Martin, not so much for the former’s modest resume, but instead for Cunneyworth’s inability to speak French. Though the Habs’ former assistant has promised to take lessons, that’s not enough to quell the furor on the part of Impératif Français, who called Cunnyworth’s hiring, “a bodycheck to Quebec”. From Montreal CTV :
Their spokesman Gilles Rheaume, a veteran of the language wars, called the situation an “anti-French provocation,” and urged the club to fire the Cunneyworth for, “incompetence.”
“Being unable to speak French is a severe handicap for someone in that position. Knowing the French language is a per-requisite for leading the Montreal Canadiens hockey team,” the group wrote in a statement.
The Impératif français group has urged a boycott of Molson products. The team belongs to brothers Geoff Molson, Andrew Molson and Justin Molson. Geoff and Andrew sit on the board of Molson-Coors.
Société Saint-Jean-Baptiste President Mario Beaulieu also condemned the hiring of a unilingual anglo to the head coaching job in Montreal, describing it as an insult and predicting that the team would regret the decision.
Beaulieu noted that, “there are fewer and fewer francophones on the Montreal team,” on what was originally a team dedicated to francophones.
A prominent sports writer summed up one side of the issue, arguing the club failed in its responsibility to protect and promote the French language. “In Quebec, the Canadiens aren’t just a hockey team,” Philippe Cantin wrote in Montreal’s La Presse. “They are also an institution. And like all institutions, they have a responsibility to the community.”
As real and/or honorary Massholes flex their rhetorical chops in advance of today’s New England / Denver Brady vs. Tebow clash, Townie News once again, elevates the absurdist sports video to new, artful, heights. No wait, that was these guys.
Whether it was David Roth’s recent entry for The Classical about ill-advised athlete-run labels or the amazing news that Kyle Turley’s ensemble had been chosen to perform following last night’s New Orleans Bowl — possibly the most coveted gig on the sporting calendar next to playing one of Austin’s two competing Roller Derby promotions — I couldn’t help but look back on Turley’s initial label investments, long before his own recordings were zooming up the Billboard Heatseeker Chart (For Vaguely Hank III-Inflected Wallet-On-A-Chain Metal). Turley, who recently touted himself as an replacement for Hank Jr. on “Monday Night Football” (“I think I would be a pretty fitting choice if they are throwing names in the hat..I definitely know my talents there, and I have a lot of great music and I have proven myself as a song writer, seems like a pleasant enough fellow, but who knows how his sensibilities might’ve developed were he an acolyte of Jeff Clayton rather than say, Phil Anselmo? The following is from CSTB, Sept. 14, 2006 ;
Looks like Trevor Pryce will have a bit of competition. In addition to calling Bryant Gumbel “a fucking moron”, Chiefs G Kyle Turley (above, right) shares his independent label plans with Sports Illustrated’s Michael Silver.
Silver: Speaking of cash, what’s up with your music career?
Turley: Well, I’ve started a record label, Gridiron Records, and I’m planning on kicking some ass. I had a lot of downtime when I was out for those two years, and I’d made a lot of friends in the music industry. I hooked up with this guy named Mikey Doling, who had founded a band called Snot out of Santa Barbara. They had played Ozzfest and were gonna be huge but the singer got in a car crash and died, and that was that.
Mikey’s a killer guitarist, and he and I would see these phenomenal bands in Hollywood that were still unsigned, and that set the wheels in motion: ‘Dude, we need to start a label.’ So, now we have our own MySpace page, and we’re signing three kinds of bands: rock, hard rock and super-heavy. We have this band called Harebrain Scheme that sounds sort of like death metal mixed with the Beatles, 311-style reggae and Queen. Fred Durst heard them and was blown away; they’re gonna be all over the radio. And we have a super-heavy band called Asesino that’s like the Mexican Slayer — all the lyrics are in Spanish, and the musicians all dress up as different characters. It’s awesome.
One of the greater joys of quoting the work of Barney Ronay at length is the skill with which the Guardian scribe eviscerates the UK’s sports TV fixtures with such surgical precision. So on one of the rare instances where Ronay is offering effusive praise for a soccer talking head, we’ll take stock of his crush on former Manchester United right back Gary Neville (above), currently employed by Sky Sports. With Neville anchoring Sky’s Sunday tripleheader, Ronay claims, ‘it is possible, finally, to actually quite look forward to this bit, those long, idling moments in between where there is no actual football, just the spectacle of men talking urgently about football.” And don’t hold your breath waiting for him to ever make that promise again.
Neville has solidified in recent weeks, losing his ferrety callow quality, turning towards the camera instead a full-face belligerence, a relentless and moreish zeal. I think we can say it now: there’s a new sheriff in town, a new king-pundit. And maybe the pundit is about to enter another of his furtive growth spurts.
His waspishness has always been evident, as has a subtle quality of outsiderdom. There is a story about the old lags at United laughing out of their car windows at the sight of the young Neville staying behind after training to practise throw-ins on his own against a wall while they all sidled off to some appalling shag-carpeted lounge bar. And it is this cussed, puritanical, quietly nonconformist brio that is his great asset, a line in quiet iconoclasm that is now being applied to the role of pundit.
It seems increasingly that Neville may be doing actual research; that his approach to punditry may involve a rare desire to actually tell you interesting things you didn’t know about football. And amid the bombast of Sky’s plastic triumphalism, there is a quality in him of restrained preacherly zeal, the brusqueness of an ambitious young parish curate or a strident Scottish schoolmaster with a flaringly adamant moustache.
A video resume (or as we like to call ‘em in the entertainment biz, an “electronic press kit”) for Cuban defector / CF Yeonis Cespedes was the toast of the blogosphere earlier this year, and after widespread acclaim, the folks at Born To Play Sports Management have prepared an impressive sequel.
4:48: Yoenis Goes to the Beach: Oh yeah, workout time. Not only that, but it’s the return of former NFL star Ahman Green! Mercedes explained last month that Green is a friend of Cespedes’ trainers and was brought in to help motivate the outfielder, but it’s still weird to see the footballer. Exercises named after animals happen on the beach. Frog jumps, bear crawls, and behind the player is a girl who is either jumping with Cespedes, or doing failed handstands in the water. Either way, she steals the show.
5:40: The Jump: Director Edgar Mercedes makes his first editing gaffe, inserting the scene from the first video of Cespedes’ ridiculous vertical leaping ability. Did Coppola throw scenes from The Godfather into The Godfather II? No, he did not, and there’s a good reason for that. But wait, there is Cespedes setting a new personal best of 50 inches. I have problems going up 50 inches of stairs, so I’m impressed. You know what an even bigger highlight is? When the dude in the cap goes for a high-five and Cespedes totally leaves him hanging.
6:33: Field Work: You know what the best part of watching Cespedes run 60 yards in 6.41 seconds is? Watching him get ready to do it for 53 seconds. He kicks, bends, and stretches more than an Olympic sprinter, and we get every agonizing second of it. Manny Acta and Ozzie Guillen like what they see. Then I notice that above Cespedes’ number, where you’d expect his name, is just his nickname, “La Potencia” (The Potential). Hubris. The video of the first-to-third speed drill is equally agonizing; the drill takes seconds, but again we are treated to nearly a minute of Cespedes pacing before it. It’s not Boogie Nights as much as it’s Magnolia, or as Salieri said in Amadeus, “too many notes.” The best thing about the vertical reach is not just the distance, but the comparisons to NBA stars. We have a sleeper in this year’s dunk contest.
(in image taken from Kaplan’s Korner, Howard Megdal is shown conducting an earlier self-promotional campaign, his use of an MLB-licensed foam finger probably unauthorized)
The Mets are calling the latest revelations excerpted from Howard Megdal’s ‘Wilpon’s Folly’, “the author’s desperate self-promotional campaign for relevance.” Hey, if Megdal’s telling the truth — and he’s proven to be more reliable than anyone in the Amazins’ P.R. department — what shred of credibility does the ballclub’s ownership have left? From the New York Post’s Josh Kosman :
“The idea would be that Selig would play the bad cop. When Major League Baseball put the kibosh on Einhorn, Wilpon would have plausible deniability, and could throw up his hands and say, ‘What can I do? This is how MLB works.’”
Einhorn heard about the dealings and, on Sept. 1, had a heated discussion with Wilpon that resulted in Einhorn walking away from the deal, according to the book.
MLB lawyer Rob Manfred said, “I don’t believe the account in the book is accurate. I think the reason the deal did not come to fruition is the two parties did not have a meeting of the minds on a key provision in the deal.”
The Boston Herald’s Laurel J. Sweet reports former Bruins D/coach and Islanders GM Mike Milbury has been charged by Brookline, MA police with assaulting a youth-league hockey player. No word on whether or not Milbury used a shoe (sorry).
Police today said they have charged Milbury (above) with assault and battery on a child, threats to commit a crime and disorderly conduct in connection with his alleged verbal and physical attack on a 12-year-old boy during a pee-wee exhibition hockey game last Friday night at the town-owned Larz Andersen Rink in Brookline.
The incident allegedly occurred at the end of the Winter Classic between the Boch Blazers for whom Milbury coaches and his son plays forward vs. the Boston Junior Black Hawks. It is alleged that after Milbury’s son and a player for the Black Hawks got into a scrape on the ice, Milbury charged out onto the rink and verbally berated and grabbed and shook the 12-year-old opposing player.
Black Hawks coach Peter Parr has also not responded to several calls from the Herald.
Link courtesy Repoz and Baseball Think Factory. In defense of the Amazingly Destitute, bandwidth bill aside, such video clips are pretty much all they can do to distract from their non-pursuit of any player likely to elevate the club beyond 4th place in 2012 (or yet another infusion of cash that must have Fred McCourt muttering about double standards under the Selig Administration). I trust you’re familiar with the old adage, “you can’t rebuild in NYC?” Well, the hell you can’t. You just can’t rebuild a major league baseball team while hoping to sell more than 25,000 tickets a game. You can, however, partially rebuild a new stadium the owner’s son thoroughly fucked up on the first try.
“If Tebow wins the Super Bowl, against all odds,” wrote Rabbi Joshua Hammerman for Jewish Week a few days ago, “it will buoy his faithful, and emboldened faithful can do insane things, like burning mosques, bashing gays and indiscriminately banishing immigrants.” That’s almost as hysterical a claim as Hammerman citing Tom Brady, Bill Belichick and Bob Kraft (“the most identifiably Jewish owner in sports”) as “upstanding citizens, moral exemplars in their home communities”. My animus for Tebow is well established around here, but the Hooded Casanova didn’t earn his nickname by pretending he didn’t know how to parlay a Bon Jovi laminate into sexual favors with another man’s spouse. In any event, Jewish Week, knowing all too well their columnist was on the wrong side of this matter, issued the following apology earlier today ;
We apologize for posting an Opinion column on Dec. 14 by Rabbi Joshua Hammerman entitled “My Problem With Tim Tebow,” the Denver Broncos quarterback who is an Evangelical Christian. The column, in fact, violated our own standards calling for civility in posting comments on our website. The policy statement notes that “name calling in any form will not be tolerated, and comments that denigrate any religion or Jewish religious stream will always be rejected.”
Repentance and forgiveness are cornerstones of all major faiths, as is the recognition that we all make mistakes. We trust that the sincerity of our remorse, as expressed by the rabbi as well, will be taken into account by those whom we offended.
Unless you’ve been avoiding the sports highlights shows the past several days, you can’t possibly have avoided the ugly footage from last Saturday’s Cincinnati / Xavier skirmish, an incident that had Hamilton County Prosecutor Joe Deters (above) briefly mulling criminal charges against the participants. “The idea that college basketball players could go to prison speaks to the worst kind of hypocrisy and the most twisted traditions of the city of Cincinnati,” argues The Nation’s Dave Zirin, “a place with a history of institutional racism that would make Mississippi blush.”
Cincinnati has spent the last decade trying to heal after the police shot and killed an unarmed African-American 19-year-old named Timothy Thomas in 2001 which led to the largest urban riots in the United States since Rodney King and the LAPD crossed paths in 1992. The Cincinnati riots were an expression of bottled rage against a police department that saw, between 1996 and 2001, fifteen African-Americans died at the hands of Cincinnati police.
Deters is a very ambitious political figure who was the local chair of the 2008 McCain/Palin campaign. Deters knows his base and maintains a friendship Jim Schifrin, author of a notorious Cincinnati rag described as a “racist political tip sheet,” The Whistleblower. Schifrin has been reported as having referred to Cincinnati’s first directly elected African-American mayor Mark Mallory as a “gay darkie,” and called Cincinnati Public Schools superintendent Rosa Blackwell “mammy.” It was also reported that Deters and Schifrin told jokes about President Obama being assassinated, a charge to which Deters never responded. When questioned about their friendship, Deters, said that this was his “personal life” and would not comment. This is the person who is now in a position to pass judgment on the players.
As Nathan Ivey, a talk radio rebel on Cincinnati’s 1230AM WDBZ said to me “Once again the Hamilton County Prosecutor is quick to deliver his very own brand of ‘Go-Go-Gadget’ justice. Joe Deters has an uncanny knack for pulling out the wrong gadget at the wrong time. In this case he should have used common sense. Instead he pulls out a flamethrower, choosing the classic Cincinnati knee-jerk reaction. From his political associations to his selective application and interpretation of the law, Joe Deters bungles and juggles justice so much, that I honestly can’t tell if he’s an officer of the court, or a clown yet another trait that he shares with Inspector Gadget.”
While I’m well aware a tandem of Chris Paul and Blake Griffin makes the Clippers far more legit than they’ve been anytime since Larry Brown was getting ready for his next gig coaching the club, ’tis difficult to envision Paul falling in love with the management style of the only owner who’d make George Shin look classy. For the next two seasons, however, the Clips are arguably no longer 2nd class citizens in their own building, as the LA Times’ Broderick Turner explains ;
The Clippers have agreed to acquire All-Star point guard Chris Paul from the New Orleans Hornets in a blockbuster deal that includes sending Eric Gordon to the Hornets, two people with knowledge of the situation who were not authorized to speak on the matter said Wednesday.
The Clippers will send the Hornets Chris Kaman and his expiring $12.7-million expiring contract, second-year forward Al-Farouq Aminu and the unprotected No. 1 draft pick the Clippers got from the Minnesota Timberwolves, both people said.
The Clippers will get Paul and two future second-round draft picks from the Hornets.
The NBA, which operates the Hornets as team owner, was prepared to approve the deal Wednesday night, both people said.
The Clippers had been granted permission to talk Paul, and he informed them that he would pick up his option of $17.7 million for the 2012-13 season and might be interested in signing a contract extension after the trade, both people said.