Zimmerman On TMZ’s Sickening Role In The Derrick Rose Defense

Posted in Basketball, The Law at 10:12 pm by

With the opening of New York Knicks training camp yesterday, team president Phil Jackson assures us that Derrick Rose has lost no sleep over an upcoming civil trial for rape in Los Angeles. And why should we worry, what with the nation’s most highly trafficked gossip site running interference? As The Daily Beast’s Amy Zimmerman writes, “instead of addressing the issue of consent at the heart of this case, Rose’s lawyers have chosen to go the TMZ route by favoring flashy accusations and retro victim-blaming.”

In a Sept. 12 missive from the bowels of the 30-mile zone, headlined “Derrick Rose to Rape Accuser: You’re No Prude You Hooked Up With Nick Young,” the website essentially does Rose’s slut-shaming dirty work for him. TMZ explains that Rose’s accuser, referred to as Jane Doe, “Claims she was traumatized by the alleged gang rape because she’s ‘prudish’ and sexually inexperienced. Rose’s team says that’s a big fat lie… and they have a text referring to fellow NBA guard Nick Young to prove it.” The gossip site goes on to publish texts from Jane Doe, implying that Doe engaged in a sexual relationship with Young. “The docs also claim Jane Doe interacted with lots of celebs and had sexual relationships with at least 2 NBA players other than Rose,” TMZ concludes, “bringing a major question about her credibility into play.”

Much like Donald Trump Jr.’s Skittles meme, it’s hard to say what’s more immediately revolting: the outdated beliefs behind this article or the logical fallacies contained within it. TMZ seems to be working under the assumption that simply by describing Rose’s attempts to discredit his abuser, sans rebuttal or commentary, it’s doing its job. The site fails to address the moral reprehensibility of this type of smear campaign, or cop to its role in perpetuating it.


FL Pol : My Patriotism’s So Intense, I’m Gonna Exploit Jose Fernandez’ Death

Posted in Baseball, politics at 1:06 pm by

Just a wild guess — of all the things life in the USA represented to Jose Fernandez, sadly no longer here to answer this ridiculous question — the opportunity to stand up and salute the American flag might not have been in the top 5.


Yet Another All-Important Message From The Entertainment Division Of Cumbucket Media : Coming November 4, Dark Blue’s ‘Start Of The World’ (12XU)

Posted in 12XU, Internal Affairs, record collector disease, Rock Und Roll at 12:03 pm by


Dark Blue follow up their debut LP, ‘Pure Reality’ (Jade Tree), with ‘Start Of The World’ (12XU) – a soundtrack of a decaying United States. Each song drips with the realities of atrocities happening all around us ; John Sharkey III (Vocals, Guitar) pushes Dark Blue far beyond the post-punk meets oi sound they perfected on their earlier releases, and adds elements of brit-pop and shoegaze. Recorded by Jeff Zeigler (Kurt Vile, Nothing), ‘Start Of The World’ is a pop album that makes no apologies.

Dark Blue.  photo by Autumn Spadaro
Dark Blue. photo by Autumn Spadaro

Boot stomping opener “Union of Buffoons,” sets the political tone for this album with an anthem for workers’ rights. Sharkey’s biting lyrics: “You can’t fight this, you can’t win…screw you once, they’ll screw you twice,” is a reference to human expendability in the face of deregulation and the stagnancy of labor rights. “Never Wanted to Hurt You” is a pop song in the highest order with guts and an undeniable chorus that would make Noel Gallagher jealous even at his most jaded.

The 50′s doo-woop and surf rock sound of “Bombs on the Beach” initially feels like a left turn for the band, evoking a playful innocence against a sunny backdrop. But the lyrics prove this is truly a Dark Blue song, tearing through any cheerfulness as jarring and abrupt as words can be to describe the reality of dropping missiles on a beach of unsuspecting Palestinian children. Sharkey’s voice is heavy with the despair of survivor’s guilt: “Now I’m holding my baby’s hand, as he lies bleeding to death in the sand.” This is another pointed song full of sentiment as much as it is an impassioned call for accountability for the crimes against humanity in the Gaza Strip.

While this album shows off new and varying degrees of Sharkey’s vocal intensity, Andrew Mackie Nelson (Bass, Ceremony) and Michael Sneeriger (Drums, Strand of Oaks) shine, guiding the songs in ways other releases haven’t shown before . Tracks such as “Be Gone Everyone” and “Western Front” underscore just how comfortable the band has gotten.

‘Start Of The World’ is the kind of record that Dark Blue has always promised: a collection of smart, fully realized songs that tell real stories. With the world falling apart around us, Dark Blue continues to give voice to neglected perspectives, many unnerving but all necessary to hear. We need a defiant record like this to remind us that just as there was start to all of this destruction, there can also be an end. – Sean Gray.

Preorder here.


The Handiwork of Seattle’s #1 Canada-Baiter

Posted in Baseball, We Aren't The World at 4:03 pm by

Seattle’s Daniel Carroll, not taking kindly to the influx/overflow of Blue Jays fans at Safeco Field this past week.



Posted in Recommended Reading, record collector disease at 4:02 pm by

(photo courtesy Colby Spath)


You Wouldn’t Like Matthew Palmer When He’s Angry (Or When He’s Stabbing Someone In The Head With A Pair Of Scissors)

Posted in Austin, Professional Wrestling at 6:13 pm by

…which is more likely to happen if he’s angry. Either way, consider the above words of warning for Steve’O Reno prior to his match with The Centerfold, next Sunday afternoon at Austin’s Red Oak Ballroom. Tickets, much like Palmer’s patience, are in short supply.


UNH : Let’s Erect A Jumbotron Our Dead Librarian Can Be Pround Of

Posted in College Spurts, Gridiron at 2:30 pm by

(on the right, late librarian Robert Morin. And on the left, some stuff I don’t recognize as they’re not wearing pads or helmets)

Via Boing Boing comes the tale of thrifty University Of New Hampshire grad/librarian Robert Morin who bequeathed the school $4 million (USD) upon his passing at the age of 77. Unfortunately, Morin put no restrictions on how the school might spend his gift, and with that in mind UNH officals have portion a million towards the construction of a new video scoreboard for the football team, with just $100K earmarked for the library where Morin toiled for 50 years. From Inside Higher Ed’s Rick Seltzer :

To many, the football scoreboard seems out of sync with the life of a library employee with a reported passion for movies and books, one said to have read 1,938 books published in chronological order from the decade starting in 1930. Others have argued it is simply wasteful spending, funneling valuable unrestricted money into athletics instead of important academic pursuits.

The university has sought to bridge the gap between the image of the tweed-wearing librarian and that of the macho athletic donor by saying Morin was a football fan by the end of his life. He started watching football games on television while living in an assisted living center in the 15 months before he died, university officials said, learning the rules and names of players and teams.

University officials have also pointed out that Morin specifically did not give them instructions on how to spend most of his gift, except for the $100,000 for the library, trusting them and their priorities.


Backman : Reports Of My Being An Insubordinate Crank Are Highly Exaggerated….

Posted in Baseball at 3:19 pm by

….“so come over here and say it to my face.”

In Wally’s defense, he had to figure at some point a couple of years ago that Terry Collins was lamer-than-lame and when and if the Mets were ready to seriously blow off a chance to hire Joe Maddon contend, he’d be Vegas-tanned, rested and ready. Instead, he’s faced with yet another opportunity to convince a skeptical job market that he’s the very portrait of anger-management and taking direction from the top. I wish him the best of luck — simply because it isn’t working out for me doesn’t mean I’m not pulling for Backman. Were he to disappear from baseball, CSTB content that wasn’t strictly about plugging new 12XU wares would all but disappear!


Yet Another Important Message From The Entertainment Division Of Cumbucket Media : 2 Live Albums From Dallas’ Stick Men With Ray Guns

Posted in 12XU, History's Not Happening, Internal Affairs, record collector disease, Rock Und Roll at 11:42 am by




On the heels of End Of An Ear’s well received ‘Grave City’ compilation of studio recordings, 12XU is releasing two live albums from Dallas’ incredibly influential and fucked-before-their-time STICK MEN WITH RAY GUNS, ‘Property Of Jesus Christ’ (recorded in 1984 at Houston’s Lawndale Art Annex) and ’1000 Lives To Die’ (recorded in 1987 at Dallas’ Theatre Gallery during the band’s final show). Recordings have been restored / beefed up by Jack Control of Enormous Door Mastering, and lacquers cut by Matt Barnhart at Chicago Mastering Service, befitting these crucial documents of one of US punk’s most fearless outfits at the peak of their powers. Though the material has been available on CD and digital download previously, this is the first time these performances from the foursome of Bobby Soxx, Clarke Blacker, Scott Elam and Bob Beeman have been issued on vinyl.


Has any American band before or since come close to making antagonism an art form? I’m sure your short list is fascinating, maybe even worth arguing over. But I’d rather play these albums again. Short of a time machine, it’s as close as you’ll come to being in the thick of unique moments in band vs. audience history that’s unlikely to be matched by anyone in 2016, try as they might.

“I fondly remember Bobby Soxx on his back porch…chopping bibles with a meat clever and throwing a color television at a Mexican family. This band murdered Dallas.” – Gibby Haynes

“Stick Men with Ray Guns formed in 1981 in Dallas, a product of the same 275-mile long cultural petri dish that bred Big Boys, Butthole Surfers, The Dicks, and Scratch Acid. It’s a testament to the influence and depravity of the first wave Texas hardcore scene that SMWRG’s antics have been largely lost to the ages. Their shows, according to local lore, verged on performance art. But scores of bands have since stolen their shtick—fighting audience members, using the mic as a public colonoscopy probe, etc.

The mythology of the Wild Frontman has masked early punk’s capacity to attract people with mental illness. To be a wacko underground vocalist in the early 1980s, especially in places like Texas, meant being someone with an above-average capacity to inflict and receive punishment. Stick Men frontman Bobby Sox excelled at both.” – Sam McPheeters, Vice

You can preorder ‘Property Of Jesus Christ’ and ’1000 Lives To Die’ via 12XU.bigcartel.com.


From The Desk Of Randy L : On Our (Alleged) Crosstown Rivals’ Pathetic Bid For The Tabloid Back Pages

Posted in Baseball at 12:13 am by

(EDITOR’s NOTE : from time to time, decorated sports executive / consumer rights advocate Randy L of the Bronx checks in at CSTB to weigh in on the important issues of the day. Upon learning of the New York Mets signing former Heisman Trophy winner Tim Tebow to a minor league contract, Randy offered, no he insisted on having his say – GC)

Greetings, members of the Yankee universe and the desperate, life-long also-rans who fail to understand the difference between star power and a freak show. I’m of course referring to my good friends in Queens, Fred Wilpon and his slow-witted son, Jeff, and their general manager, Sandy Alderson, an honorable man who surely was forced to make his latest, ill-advised acquisition.

In the form of Tim Tebow, the Mets will send to Florida a guy pushing 30 who hasn’t played competitive baseball since high school. Though we hear repeated mention of Tebow’s leadership skills, let’s not forget the former Florida QB is saving himself for marriage, a stance which should go down a storm in an organization that’s had more zipper problems than the Clinton and Weiner households combined.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s certainly something to be said for not surrounding yourself with complete and utter sexual degenerates. I’ll long wonder how many more World Championships this premier franchise would’ve won if our own GM was capable of thinking 24/7 with his brains rather than his needle dick, but I think it is fair to say that we hold front office executives and uniformed personnel to a different set of standards. I don’t know who it was that once said, “you can’t have a team full of choirboys,” (I’d ask Cashman to look it up for me but I can’t bear to walk into his office and have him pretend he’s reading some statistical analysis rather than trawling Chaturbate), but let’s just presume it was me. It sounds like something I’d have said and I’m right. Unless you’re fielding some sort of men’s choir team, you cannot have a team full of choirboys. Or choirmen. You know what I mean.

Look, between the myriad sexual indiscretions of our GM, our primary radio voice and a recently jettisoned third baseman, you have no idea how much hush money I’ve thrown around. But would I ever dream of telling our world class athletes that a life of abstinence was a path to success? Compare the respective trophy cases of Derek Jeter and Tim Tebow where their professional careers are concerned. Where would the former be today if he’d kept himself in some sort of Christ-imposed cock cage?

Frankly, this entire thing stinks like the most cynical of publicity stunts, and the saddest thing is the Tebow farce threatens to overshadow the improbable return to Wild Card contention by a team that’s shown so much resilience and fortitude since the so-called experts left them for dead just a few short weeks ago. But enough about the 2016 New York Yankees, while we’re taking aim at our 28th World Series victory, the long-suffering Jay Horowitz will be reduced to begging TV outlets not to broadcast Tebow’s laughable attempts at throwing a baseball — or did the Mets forget they’re in the National League?

My own alma matter, George Washington University brought an end to the football program in 1966, and it’s just as well. It’s a brutish game, played by hulking unsophisticates, the likes of which I’m routinely having tossed from NYY Steak. A dullard like Tebow has no more business on the baseball diamond than CM Punk in the Octagon, Martin Shkreli in a rap battle or Nick Swisher in a public library. But since I’m as magnanimous as I’m brilliant, I am fully prepared to honor Tebow for his contributions to NYC sporting culture once he’s been waived by the Mets. I don’t know if we’ll be the first club in the big leagues to produce a bobblehead doll featuring a chastity belt, if Rob Manfred has a problem with it, we’ll just make our Staten Island Single-A affiliate do it. They seem desperate enough for attention, kind of like the Wilpons.

see you in October,
Randy L.