Envy isn’t a rational response to the upcoming 10-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.
But with Aug. 29 fast approaching and New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu making media rounds, including at the Tribune Editorial Board, I find myself wishing for a storm in Chicago — an unpredictable, haughty, devastating swirl of fury. A dramatic levee break. Geysers bursting through manhole covers. A sleeping city, forced onto the rooftops.
That’s what it took to hit the reset button in New Orleans. Chaos. Tragedy. Heartbreak.
Fascinating. How about the reset buttons that were employed in Hiroshima or Dresden? That was some kinda reset button that lower Manhattan endured following 9/11!
Michael Angelo Batio of “Shock ‘Em Dead” fame tried to give Carson Craig the keys to the Lamborghini, but phony fuckin’ baloney Carson SPACED on the show.
Me, I’m stuck outta town watching decidedly inferior bands from the nations of Australia and Philadelphia. But you can bet that were I home tonight, I would most definitely be joining the rest of you lovers of technical proficiency in watching M.A.B. deliver a much needed clinic to the denizens of 6th Street’s Dirty Dog. There’s still time! STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING and demand a terrified Lyft driver maneuver thru wrong-way highway traffic to get you to the gig before the shredding ceases.
Is it possible new Met Yoenis Cespedes might be a step slowed by all those chains he wears? Mets radio’s Josh Lewin said one seems to be dangling “a manhole cover.” – Phil Mushnick, New York Post, 8/9/15
When most sensible persons are watching New York Mets OF Yoenis Cespedes on television, they see something like this :
Thru Phil’s lenses, it looks a little more like this :
Combs, Memorial Stadium’s public-address announcer for Husker football since 2002, allegedly used his power of attorney status with two Lincoln women, ages 88 and 92, to bilk them out of more than $363,000, Lincoln Police Investigator Cindy Koenig-Warnke said in court documents.
The bulk of the money came from the accounts of Beverly J. Mosher, an 88-year-old widow and longtime University of Nebraska-Lincoln employee who had dementia, the investigator wrote in an affidavit. Combs was a friend of hers.
Combs used Mosher’s checking account between September 2014 and January 2015 to buy cars, pay off a car loan and credit cards, install carpet at his lake house and get brickwork done on an outbuilding at his Gretna home, Koenig-Warnke said.
Combs also gifted $150,000 and $100,000 to two of his family friends after having Mosher’s power of attorney amended to allow gifting, an affidavit to arrest him states.
Earlier this year, a $1.75 million transfer from Mosher’s account to Combs was frozen and not completed after investigators learned of the possible financial exploitation from Adult Protective Services — a state agency.
The reflex of “Leave Kaner alone—you’re ruining his reputation!” or anything remotely putting the onus on the woman involved shows you’ve let sports fandom strip you of your humanity. Your ethics have grown so out of whack while drunk on being a fangirl or fanboy that you’ve drowned your soul. You value sports over violation of the human body, and you then become no different than, say, a defender of Joe Paterno. If Patrick Kane were not famous and a name on the local news, your consideration would be vastly different. Don’t lie to yourself. Same if he just played hockey in a different sweater.
Mike Ribiero sounds like a truly awful monster, and he gains further monster status more conveniently because he plays for the rival Nashville Predators. Jokes about Ben Roethlisberger and vitriol toward Floyd Mayweather are all so comfortable because there’s not much connection to those guys from over here. It’s easy to be disgusted at Baltimore Ravens fans defiantly wearing Ray Rice jerseys. They don’t “represent Chicago,” as is comfortable to say when a team wins or an athlete does society some good.
Now the badness is in your backyard, and regardless of what actually happened between Kane and his accuser, regardless of the outcome of the investigation, the situation is going to get worse before it gets better. And you’re at a crossroads for which you must make a choice that defines you and your morals. A human highlight reel who just hoisted the Stanley Cup and had sports fans here at the highest of highs may have done something really terrible. He is a sports star who has embarrassed and compromised his employer—again. Only this time an alleged victim now finds herself against the almost-never sympathetic sporting world and vicious misogynistic Internet that has already begun its detestable attack on her as-of-now-anonymous self in defense of their sports hero almost-friend and their own selfishness and ignorance.
With all due respect to Mount Union’s football program, Deaf Wish’s winning streak is way more impressive. For starters, Mount Union are a D-III school — they’re beating the likes of Heidelberg, Otterbein and John Carroll. If you can’t run up the score on something or someone called Otterbein you really have no business taking the field.
On second thought, this really wasn’t all that respectful to Mount Union’s football program.
Years ago Berto held a version of the welterweight title, but he’s 3-3 in his last six bouts, no longer a name or a threat. Two summers ago he was knocked out by a gatekeeper named Jesús Soto Karass. Berto failed that test, suffering a torn shoulder tendon in the process, and has done nothing in the 25 months since to indicate he belongs in the same sentence with a fighter of Mayweather’s caliber. The MGM Grand sports book, which installed Mayweather as a 50-1 favorite, longer odds than Buster Douglas’s 42-1 price against Mike Tyson, seems to agree.
It’s not as if there were no credible opponents available. Forget Gennady Golovkin, the heavy-handed Kazakh one division up and Mayweather’s only plausible challenger for pound-for-pound supremacy. Keith Thurman or Timothy Bradley each hold welterweight belts, and would have made for entertaining unification bouts.An even more obvious choice would have been Amir Khan, who has twice essentially put his career on hold in pursuit of a fight with Mayweather that would do massive business on both sides of the pond, and who once again has been left at the altar.
Not even Mayweather’s most ardent supporters can argue he’s tested his limits in ways consistent with the greatest champions. Sugar Ray Leonard would have fought Manny Pacquiao three times by now. Who can imagine where Mayweather might have pushed himself if he’d lost the first José Luis Castillo fight back in 2001 and not felt the pressure to protect the zero in his loss ledger?
The documents alleged that Shelly Sterling has refused to distribute her husband’s share of the record $2-billion sale of the Clippers.
Half of the amount is in an escrow account controlled by the NBA pending the outcome of Donald Sterling’s federal lawsuit against the league. The remainder went to Shelly Sterling.
Donald Sterling’s attorney, Bobby Samini, said that “more or less” his client hasn’t seen a dime from the sale.
“Donald hereby demands an accounting and distribution,” the court filing said.
In March, Sterling added Shelly Sterling as a defendant in his lawsuit against the NBA and Commissioner Adam Silver in U.S. District Court in Los Angeles. He accused her of conspiring with the league to sell the Clippers against his wishes. That lawsuit said Shelly Sterling “fraudulently induced” and “fraudulently arranged” for the doctors to examine Donald Sterling last year.
James was a longtime color commentator for ESPN who quit to run for the Senate in 2012. During the campaign, James said he opposed gay marriage and that gay people would one day “have to answer to the Lord for their actions.”
James has alleged that a national Fox Sports spokesman told The Dallas Morning News that James was terminated from Fox Sports Southwest for religious beliefs against same-sex marriage.
Hiram Sasser, deputy chief counsel with the conservative advocacy group, said that when Fox fired James, the network publicly stated that his view on marriage was a reason. Sasser said that James was fired after Sports Illustrated magazine contacted Fox about the hiring in light of James’ comment during a primary debate that he opposed gay marriage.
“It’s pretty rare that a company engages in religious discrimination in the firing of an employee and then issues a statement confirming that’s the reason,” Sasser said.
The BBC have screened 3 episodes of “Britain At The Bookies”, a series pitched as “a documentary examining the winners and losers in Britain’s gambling revolution”. In the considered view of The Guardian’s Barry Glendenning, the segments concerning the machinations of wagering monolith Coral, “suggest the purpose of this documentary is not to present those in the industry as ruthlessly cold-blooded shysters obsessed with parting impressionable fools from their money, if anything it ventures too far the other way.”
With a couple of exceptions, almost all involved in the programme come across as preposterously optimistic and likable people, whether it’s, as one Huddersfield-based betting shop punter points out, “them trying to take our money or us trying to take theirs”.
“The vast majority of people bet for fun and have control over the money they spend,” says Simon Clare, Coral’s head of PR and a man this column personally knows to be a genuinely good egg. “The sad thing is that there are a vulnerable minority who don’t and we recognise that.”
Of course while recognising this vulnerable, hopelessly addicted minority and doing anything to help or protect them are two completely separate issues, during the making of Britain At The Bookies the four big chains did take out newspaper advertisements responding to “public concerns about the betting industry”. Discussing the advert in his Huddersfield branch, Tony Kendall, a more cheerful soul than any betting shop manager with 20 years’ experience has any right to be, considers whether it merely constitutes window dressing.
“We’re a decent company that are responsible,” he says. “So no, I don’t think they’re doing it to look good. I think they’re genuinely doing it because they want people to be in control.” With impeccable timing, his closing sentiment is rendered almost inaudible by the raucous effing and jeffing of a couple of punters roaring home a horse on a television screen just out of shot. Tony smiles. The horse loses.
The latest contender to Andy Dalton’s Inspire Pro Championship belt is no stranger to the Marchesa Hall-hosted promotion or Texas independent wrestling in general. And maybe that’s the problem, as Starks’ eloquent promo (above) illustrates. Whether he’s the man to end Dalton’s seemingly endless title reign will be revealed in one week, and amidst an absolutely stacked card, keep an (eagle) eye (cherry) out for the return of the previously banished Sammy Guevara.
With a 50-53 mark, Detroit entered tonight’s tilt against Baltimore trailing Minnesota for the 2nd AL Wild Card by 3 1/2 games, and as you’re probably aware, the Tigers were not sufficiently impressed by said status with two months of baseball to play ; earlier this week, GM Dave Dombrowski (above) dealt David Price, Yeonis Cespedes and Joakim Soria to alleged contenders. Keeping in mind that one of those contenders, Toronto, is only two games ahead of the Tigers, Detroit’s capitulation is either cowardly or a savvy plan for the future. It seems the Detroit News’ Jerry Green would lean toward the former (“the decision to become peddlers in July is a baseball blasphemy, an embarrassment for Detroit. A surrender that trampled logic”) :
The Tigers quit while they still had a shot. They turned Pollyanna when they would have been the able to qualify again for the October playoffs. They had a better shot than the more ambitious the Blue Jays, determined to reboot on the go. Better than the White Sox, below the Tigers in ballfield quality, playing with delusions of grandeur. Better than the Orioles, better than the Mets, the Rangers, the Diamondbacks — clubs that refused to quit.
The major question, with all the cooing and delusions about the Tigers’ near future, is how a perennial contender got itself in a situation that it would outright quit in July. the Tigers allowed too much quality pitching to drift away, via free agency with Max Scherzer and trades of Doug Fister and now Price.
What the Tigers have now is a load of prospects that other clubs off-loaded in the hopes of winning now. Maybe the touted Daniel Norris will become a humongous winner in Detroit. But he is not the equal of David Price.
Earlier today when the deadline-dealing New York Mets finally managed to land the big bat that eluded them Wednesday night, chances are you learned about the transaction via any number of platforms that were either available in 1975. Back in the bad old days, of course, persons like myself were often found blowing off family functions, shitty dates or Freedy Johnson record release parties to pump quarter after quarter into a disease-bearing payphone in the hopes of learning whether or not Terry Blocker was ever gonna get up off the ground.
(OK, I never actually attended a Freedy Johnson record release party. But I’m sure someone did and cut out of the room at the first available opportunity.)
On Friday, Newsday’s Neil Best interviewed a number of Sports Phone fixtures, amongst them Mets radio voice Howie Rose (“For me it was like anchoring the ‘CBS Evening News’…when you’re 21 and want more than anything to be on the air and someone says, ‘I heard you,’ that is the same sort of tonic a comedian must get when he gets on stage and hears a roar”), Devils announcer Steve Cangialosi (“I was a 20-year-old kid, and I probably knew more about Biff Pocoroba than any man should,”), and most awkwardly, Mr. Center Stage himself, Michael Kay :
The service was big business, but for the young (mostly) men in the offices, there was plenty of time for fun, too. P.J. Clarke’s was downstairs. So was Michael’s Pub, where Woody Allen appeared regularly on the clarinet. Runyon’s was nearby, too.Ken Samelson, a longtime staffer who later helped edit the Baseball Encyclopedia, recalled colleague Bob Grochowski — a/k/a Bobby G — dumping a bottle of Champagne on him during a raucous night at P.J. Clarke’s after the Mets won the ’86 World Series.
“Fordham didn’t have frats, so as close as we got to a frat is we’d go to Sports Phone and watch games and watch other things that maybe were unmentionable when you were waiting for the West Coast games to end,” John Giannone said.
Kay, 54, recalled once bringing sisters to the office on a double date with Giannone. “We made out with them at Sports Phone at like one in the morning,” he said. “We had the codes to get in. We didn’t have apartments or anything, so that’s what we did.”
Charlie DeNatale recalled Kay as a novice whom the veterans would send out for coffee. “Nobody wanted to put him on the air because he had a really awkward sounding voice,” DeNatale said.
As you almost certainly know, Ft. Worth’s COMPLETE are scheduled to make their long overdue NYC debut August 22 at Williamsburgh’s Union Pool alongside Octagrape and other lesser lights. Because Complete’s private jet cannot operate on vegetable oil YOU FUCKING HIPPIES, funds must be raised to make this journey a reality. Hence. the following auction :
Complete Nation! Up for grabs is the original banner for Complete from their infamous debut show that has struck youtube by storm! Complete is heading to New York August 22nd to headline @ Union Pool & we need to cover travel expenses to get there so we are putting this one of a kind piece of Complete history up for sale! The ropes to hang the banner are built in and the lettering is raised it’s a one of a kind custom! That’s a 60″ tv behind the banner to give you a grasp of how large the banner is!
Minneapolis’ Suicide Commandos — one time Pere Ubu labelmates and the trio that eventually propelled Steve Almaas to NYC’s Beat Rodeo — saw their 1978 classic “Burn It Down” covered in 2011 by Austin’s Cruddy, and followed that with some reunion action in 2013. More recently, however, the band have turned their attention to something a little unexpected ; they’ve adopted a stretch of highway in Minnetonka, MN. From the Minneapolis Star-Tribune’s Chris Riemenschneider :
“We certainly made a big enough mess around there in our younger years, it’s time we made up for it,” laughed Suicide Commandos guitarist/co-vocalist Chris Osgood, who approached Hennepin County staff on a whim a few months ago when he saw that particular stretch of road was up for adoption. “I’m frankly surprised they let us.”
Osgood and his bandmates, Dave Ahl and Steve Almaas, mean business. They plan to patrol their newly adopted stretch of road for the next two years, as the Adopt-a-Highway program dictates. “We have our green reflective safety vests now and everything,” Osgood said. “It might be our next album cover.”
It’s not just a random stretch of road for the Commandos. Considered Minnesota’s first punk-rock band – they recorded for Mercury Records in the late-’70s and mentored Hüsker Dü, the Suburbs and the Replacements — Osgood and Ahl spent three wild years living in a rundown house near the road (aka McGlinty Rd.), which they dubbed the Utopia House. It had no running water two of those years but was good enough for rehearsing and crashing — and was only $30/month to rent.
9 years +, to be exact. On any other night, the above exchange might’ve been the most spectacular incident at Citi Field, but Tuesday’s extended exercise in making Wilmer Flores Weep (and watching everyone from Hernandez to Terry Collins to Sandy Alderson blame social media for the episode) was a textbook example of a ballclub whose communication skills are so suspect, they can’t even keep their own manager (to say nothing of their TV broadcasters) in the loop.
Fearful Tulowitzki requesting a trade publicly would make the Rockies look weak, the team asked him to play good soldier, which he obliged, according to club sources. The organization’s dysfunction, from the power struggles between former co-GMs Dan O’Dowd and Bill Geivett to a hands-on owner in Monfort whose public comments about players often rubbed them the wrong way, was all too evident, not just to Tulowitzki but the team’s young core of Nolan Arenado, Charlie Blackmon, D.J. Lemahieu and Corey Dickerson.
As Rockies players said to one another, Monfort could have flown into Chicago, informed Tulowitzki in person, told him this was a deal they couldn’t pass up. That didn’t happen, and it’s the sort of thing that sears itself into the minds of the young and impressionable, the sort of players around whom Colorado wants to build a winner.
Off Tulowitzki went, out the clubhouse’s back door, fittingly enough. The Rockies had done him just like that, backdoored him and floored him, 10 years gone just like that, a reminder that spoken agreements are only as good as the people doing the speaking. In the end, the Rockies felt like they owed Tulowitzki nothing, and that’s business, brutal and unforgiving and, more than anything when it comes to the Rockies, typical.
…you’re a way bigger masochist than me. I’d say it beats following New York’s Number One’s worked feud with sundry CBS Sports Radio hosts, but honestly, said spat requires far less time investment, so it’s preferable for that reason alone.
If Cowherd could not be suffered, the lowest, most vulgar, most women-trashing, weapons-worshipping, N-wording rappers have long been beckoned by ESPN as this Disney network’s most cherished, promoted sports pals!
How quick and eager would ESPN boss John Skipper be to publicly recite the lyrics of ESPN’s embraced rappers? Or give an on-air biographical rundown of steady favorite Snoop Dogg, including his arrest record and details of his porn videos? As eager as Skipper was to jettison Cowherd?
What’s FOX now to do? How can it now kill Cowherd’s deal when last week it proudly promoted the viewer numbers for FS1 host Katie Nolan, who’s so socially sensitive that she smugly uses expressions such as “get laid” and mocks sufferers of Tourette’s syndrome?
Such are the terms of Nolan’s “one of the guys” employment and hopeful appeal, so how can FOX now rule Cowherd out of bounds?
Saturday’s 15-2 drubbing of the visiting Dodgers left the New York Mets with a 50-48 record, 3 games behind the NL East leading Nationals and 3 1/2 trailing the Giants in the race for the second NL Wild Card spot (with the Cubs a half game back of SF). Even with the call up of highly touted debutante Michael Conforto (above) and Friday’s acquisitions of infielders Kelly Johnson and Juan Uribe, who exactly looks at the Mets batting order and says, “this team is thoroughly equipped to overtake the Nats or the defending World Champs?” A : The New York Post’s Steve Serby, who insists the arrival of Johnson and Uribe constitute, “a badly needed psychological boost in the stands and in the dugout.” Though admitting, “none of the moves will remind Mets romantics of the arrivals of Gary Carter, Keith Hernandez or Mike Piazza” (NO SHIT, STEVE), he’s also quick to declare skipper Terry Collins has “64 games to pick up the pace and go get that elusive playoff berth and quite possibly save his job.”
Even now, without one additional professional bat, Alderson can make the argument if he so chooses that he threw Collins, virtually naked in the water and on the verge of drowning, a life raft, and it is up to the manager to sink or swim with what he has the rest of the way.
The statue of limitations is hereby over on I Managed Good, But Boy, Did They Play Bad.
Given Alderson’s revelation in the book “Baseball Maverick” that he pondered firing Collins last summer, you would have to conclude that it is Playoffs-Or-Bust this summer for his lame-duck manager, who is a fighter who has always welcomed any and all challenges.
With better options at his disposal, Collins has the delicate task of playing grand chess master, moving pieces around, resting the right players at the right time in the right positions.
Though I’m not typically in the habit of defending Terry Collins, it’s the height of hysteria to suggest that by adding a pair of veteran role players, TC has been gifted a highly competitive lineup, one that strikes fear in the heart of opposing NL pitching staffs. If Conforto can really stick around at the big league level, that’s fantastic, but it doesn’t diminish the damage done by the Michael Cuddyer signing, the abject lack of production from John Mayberry Jr., and squandering what little power the Mets’ punchless lineup has by installing Curtis Granderson as the leadoff hitter. The architect of this not-quite-Murderous Row is not Terry Collins, but rather, Sandy Alderson, who must realize that for the first 4 months of the 2015 season, he did far less than than give Collins and an astonishing (mostly assembled by Omar Minaya) pitching staff the best opportunity to win.