As you’ve probably heard else, an overnight health scare of epic proportions for Matt Harvey turned out to be a mere bladder condition caused by the Mets starter’s heroic refusal to use the men’s toilets at Port St. Lucie’s Tradition Field until the state of Florida makes ‘em all gender neutral. Since Harvey’s a quiet, unassuming guy who shuns the spotlight, Jay Horowitz came up with a crazy story about NYC’s most eligible bachelor simply holding it in too long, and regrettably, the Wall St. Journal’s Andrew Beaton bought it, hook, line and sinker.
“The main issue is I hold my urine in for too long instead of peeing regularly,” said Harvey, adding that he underwent a procedure to ensure everything was clear, and that he will indeed make his scheduled opening-day start in Kansas City.
There are many potential causes for blood in the urine said Dr. Ash Tewari, the Chair of Urology for the Mount Sinai Health System. They can start in many places—the urethra, prostate, bladder and kidneys—and may be triggered by an infection, stones, or in the unlikeliest of cases, some form of cancer.
Infection, said Dr. Tewari, is the most common reason for having a clot. And yes, holding it can be a factor: The longer the urine is in one’s system, the longer bacteria it contains has a chance to infect.
“Think about a pond versus a stream,” Dr. Tewari said. “A stream is less likely to have an infection, but a pond is more likely.”
I’d like to presume this blog’s readership requires little introduction to Bill Walton, certainly one of the most dominant college basketball players in the game’s history, and an at times polarizing figure in post-Watergate America whose injury-plagued NBA tenure is agonizing to recount. In Sunday’s New York Times Magazine, Sam Anderson takes the occasion of the publication of Walton’s “Back From the Dead: Searching for the Sound, Shining the Light and Throwing It Down” to quiz the self-proclaimed “most-injured athlete in the history of sports” on a variety of topics. For those who’ve followed Walton on and off-the-court, it will come as no surprise that the Grateful Dead figure strongly in Anderson’s excellent article.
Walton and I spent much of our time together in his car, listening to the Grateful Dead on our way to and from San Diego’s most scenic vistas. Walton knew every song that came on. Several times, he got excited because the music seemed to be speaking directly to us. Once, for instance, when we were talking about Larry Bird, the Dead sang the words “leader of the band,” and Walton said: “See, that’s exactly what Larry was: the leader of the band.” It became increasingly clear that the Grateful Dead was an omnipresent scripture rolling through Walton’s mind.
On our second morning together, driving downtown, Walton and I hit a particularly good patch of Dead. The jam grew and broke into multiple subjams, which wove themselves back together into something bigger and then bounced around. This made Walton genuinely happy. He turned the volume up, then turned it up some more, until the music was the only thing in the car. Even when we reached our destination, when Walton pulled to the curb and the valet-parking attendant came over to take the keys, Walton couldn’t bring himself to leave: The flow was too strong. Interrupting it would have been sacrilege, so he waved the parking attendant away and turned the music up even louder.
Walton and I sat there for several minutes, not moving, at the curb, inside the music. Occasionally, he would shout out some ecstatic explication —“That’s Phil Lesh on the bass, laying down that flesh-eating low end.” Or: “This is from 1968, before the band really even knew what it could do.” Hearing this song first thing in the morning, Walton decided, was a good omen. We would have a lucky day.
Millennials live in the now. They don’t want to hear about tomorrow because they realize today is tenuous, having grown up when planes were crashing into the World Trade Center and social media began to sabotage lives.
Yes, you know, social media, where people circulate stories about sportswriters beating up their girlfriends and pleading guilty. Total life-destroying stuff.
What’s endearing about the Warriors is how they don’t hide their desire to establish history, yet do so in a way that doesn’t create resentment among opponents or the nation’s sports fans.
Yes, Spurs fans LOVE the Warriors. Not only are they rooting for Golden State to set the record, they’re praying San Antonio is victim no. 72! Such is the universal affection for all things Stef Curry!
In the algorithmic extravagaza known as Nate Silver’s FiveThirtyEight site, the latest postseason forecast came out Monday. The Warriors were given a 36 percent chance to win the NBA title. The Spurs were given a 37 percent chance.
There is always a doubter to quiet.
When you’ve hung with Anthony Kiedis and signed autographs for half of the fucking L.A.P.D. (who know a thing or two about famous men being set up), you can prognosticate all you want. Until then, well, SUCK IT NERD(S).
OK, that’s not exactly what 2003 no. 2 overall pick Darko Milicic — last seen in this space making his sport of the future debut — had to say about a peripatetic, underachieving NBA career highlighted by being super-glued to the Pistons bench. With comments culled from Blic by Hoops Hype, Darko insists, “I don’t miss basketball. I live very well, thank God.”
“I thought as a kid that talent was God-given, but it’s not. God gives you talent and you should use that talent with the real meaning of that word. I was stubborn. Maybe being young had something to do with it. There was option then of going to the NBA or staying in Serbia because Hemofarm knew that if I went to NBA they would get more money than they would get if I went to some European club. Here you had poverty and money was there.”
“Their system is cruel and I don’t like it. If a young player doesn’t succeed, they don’t look after him. That sucks. You have players who are first or second in the draft that get a chance to play. I didnt get the chance. LBJ is a killer now, but he did get a chance in his first year, he could shoot from the stands if he wanted. I barely got the chance. I had that situation in Orlando where if I shoot from perimeter, my coach Hill would yell, “Pass to Howard.” In Detroit nothing went right. Larry Brown always told me to go near the basket. They offered me a $40 million, four-year contract in Orlando, and then their manager blows it off, out of nowehere. My manager told me he would deal with it. I said OK, but just not Memphis. Anywhere but there. And, of course, I went to Memphis. Then I got injured, didn’t play much.
“I can’t play with American players. They only talked about who dunked on whom, who crossed over whom. I was weird to them because I didn’t think that way.”
Fisher said the report regarding Sam was “absolutely absurd.”
“It’s 100% incorrect,” Fisher said. “I was really taken aback by those comments. It’s insulting, from my standpoint, as it relates to Michael.
“We had three seventh-round picks. We drafted Michael, he was the best player on the board. Who in their right mind would think that you give up a draft choice to avoid doing something like that, something that I think that would benefit the organization?”
The Rams cut Sam, who signed with the Montreal Alouettes of the Canadian Football League. He left the team in 2015 for personal reasons.
“Michael worked so hard,” Fisher said. “He was the best player on the board.
“He worked so hard to try to make this football team. Obviously, we had a good defensive line. But really not fair to Michael because of all the hard work he put in as well.”
OK, the views expressed by one M.H. Wiebe are without question, as reprehensible as her (ahem) unique brand of delivery. On the bright side, however, there’s finally a rapper that Dino Costa can really get behind.
Though regarded by some portion of US media and public alike as a reliable/easy source of mirth, life as an actual constituent of former Toronto Mayor / crack cocaine enthusiast Rob Ford (above, left) was something less than a laff riot writes Haemorrhage Music’s Richard Feren. Ford, who died from cancer Tuesday, was “a disastrous mayor, but also a liar, a bully, an abuser, and an all-around horrible person,” writes Feren. But at least he was a man of the people!
Ford doesn’t deserve our compassion because he refused to ever learn from his wrongdoing, instead blaming everyone else, and because he showed so little compassion for anyone who didn’t belong to his small coterie of supporters. Everyone else was a target for his intolerant wrath: people who lived in the old city of Toronto, bicyclists (whom he blamed entirely for their own traffic fatalities), journalists, members of unions, homosexuals, civil servants, police chiefs… and all substance abusers other than himself. He once publicly proclaimed that crack smokers should be jailed, and even as his own drug-abuse scandal unfolded he railed against a proposal for safe-injection sites, which he claimed, without irony, would “set a bad example”.
Ten years ago, when he was a city councillor, a drunken Rob Ford caused such a disturbance at a Maple Leafs game that he had to be removed by security. A couple visiting from out of town received the brunt of his abuse, as he shrieked things like “How would you like your little wife to be raped and shot in Iran?” to them. While he could be forgiven for this misbehaviour (after all, he’s not the first person to be an obnoxious drunk at a sporting event), what he did next cannot be forgiven. Two days after the game, he was confronted by National Post reporters who’d gotten wind of this incident when they learned of a complaint filed by that visiting couple to the city clerk. Ford, presumably not drunk at the time, insisted to the media that it wasn’t him, he wasn’t even at that game, and that the couple must be lying. The following day, he reluctantly admitted the truth, but a pattern was established that he would repeatedly follow for the rest of his life: when caught doing something wrong, he would first deny it, and call his accusers liars, until his own lie could no longer be sustained, at which point he would begrudgingly own up to his own actions, while lashing out at anyone who mentioned it. This despicable modus operandi would be repeated on the 2010 campaign trail, when he denied that he’d ever been charged with drug possession in a 1999 Florida drunk-driving incident, and most famously when he denied for six whole months that he’d been caught on video smoking crack with violent street-gang members. For those six months, Ford continually accused reporters who’d seen the video of lying, until eventually when the police recovered the video, he finally admitted to smoking crack, and claimed that his six months of lying was the fault of reporters who “hadn’t asked the right question”.
One of Ford’s most jarring hypocrisies, given his condition, was his rejection of public healthcare: “I don’t believe in all this public-funded healthcare,” he said. “If you want healthcare, you pay for it.” To my knowledge, Ford never publicly revised his stand on this issue, and there’s been no hint that the Ford family intends to repay taxpayers for the costs of his medical treatment. This, above all, really sums up who Rob Ford truly was: a spoiled rich guy who rejected public healthcare until he needed it himself, while still wanting to deny that same treatment to other cancer victims. Let that be his epitaph.
HIATT : You’ve said, “In the good old days, he would have been ripped out of his seat so fast, you wouldn’t believe it.” Isn’t that condoning violence?
TRUMP: No, because what I am referring to is, we’ve had some very bad people come in. We had one guy — and I said it — he had the voice — and this was what I was referring to — and I said, “Boy, I’d like to smash him.” You know, I said that. I’d like to punch him. This guy was unbelievably loud. He had a voice like Pavarotti. I said if I was his manager I would have made a lot of money for him, because he had the best voice. I mean, the guy was unbelievable, how loud he was. – Washington Post, March 22, 2016
You know what actually has no place in legitimate sports radio? Or the locker room? Or in America more generally? Anything that makes it harder to be women. Anything. I’m owning my privilege here, I’m a feminist but not a woman, no one’s asked me to speak for them, and god knows women don’t need my defense. I’m speaking because I’m mad, and only because I’m mad. But if you’re like me and you’ve spent the last few years watching street harassment videos and shockingly belligerent snaps from dating apps go viral you hopefully have no choice but to realize that sexism is a sickness that is deep in America’s soul, and all that’s special about Dino is he was dumb enough to say it out loud, without coding it first.
For sexists like you, you think there’s just something women could never understand about male sports and let me tell you I know exactly why you wish that were true. Women in sports are smarter than you, Dino, although from over here that doesn’t look that hard. They’re tougher than you because they’ve had to put up with you and people like you for a very long time. And if there’s any justice in the world, a woman will take your job real soon. There’s no place in this world, this America, for Boys’ Clubs, and the most important reason that’s true is because only little boys want to belong to them.
“No, I think the WTA – you know, in my next life when I come back I want to be someone in the WTA, (Laughter because they ride on the coattails of the men. They don’t make any decisions and they are lucky. They are very, very lucky.
“If I was a lady player, I’d go own every night on my knees and thank god that Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal were born, because they have carried this sport. They really have.”
The above quotes come courtesy Indian Wells CEO Raymond Moore who for reasons only known to himself, chose the morning of the BNP Paribas Open final between Serena Williams and Victoria Arazenka to suggest (among other things) that the women’s tour has a number of (physically) “attractive” players. While campaigning for Moore’s resignation, Forbes’ Patrick Rishe asks, “I wonder if any of the young whippersnappers at MIT have come up with a formula to quantify stupidity?”
First of all, for a variety of reasons, women’s tennis is every bit as popular as men’s tennis…and has been for a long time. Has Mr. Moore attended any of the major events in recent years? Or how about the last two decades?
Second, how out-of-touch (or at least temporarily careless) can a guy be when he makes gender sensitive comments as the leader of any organization…let alone the leader of a tennis event.
Third, let’s talk about the timing of these comments. To make these comments on the morning of the women’s finals is insensitive enough. But to make matters worse, you say it when Serena Williams – who had not participated at this particular venue for several years and surely helped sell tickets to this year’s event – is one of the contestants in the finals.
Dino Costa’s first week on the air at St. Louis’ KFNS was marked to some degree by the growing feud between himself and the station’s incumbent afternoon host, Kevin Slaten. After a testy exhange between the pair on March 11, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch’s Dan Casesar reports both broadcasters have been ordered by station owner Randy “Money” Markel to cease the bickering, but not before Costa, as unimaginative a misogynist as you’ll find, wondered, “since when has this alleged king turned into the queen of St. Louis radio?…if he left our station tomorrow, there’s not a station in this market that would pay him to be on their airwaves.” That’s a funny position to take given there’s zero evidence Costa has generated ratings anywhere or that any of his whistle stops across the radio landscape have suffered even the slightest dip in advertising revenue after his termination. Or as Slaten puts it, “I’ll put my W-2s up against his any time of the day…unlike Donald Trump, I’ll show mine.”
“If I couldn’t get hired in this town, how come I’ve been hired everywhere I’ve wanted to be hired?”, Slaten said. “I don’t come into a strange town and attack teammates. He does. I don’t come into a town trying to destroy what people have built up. He does. I don’t get into his sandbox and play juvenile games. He does. Anytime he wants to take me on, try it again. I guess if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, there’s always a second time.”
“He somehow thinks it’s good radio if he attacks me. It’s not good radio, it never has been to attack people you work with. It’s juvenile radio, and that’s the tactic people use who have no talent. … He’s a psycho.”
Been thinking today about the passing of Mad Deadly Worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God / Transparency / Iridescence Records‘ Michael Sheppard and how his fantastic musical taste would’ve been thoroughly out of step with any incarnation of SXSW (and his somewhat loose grasp of commercial realties a incredible low-tech precursor to the contemporary scam action being unveiled all over Austin at this very moment). Many who did business with Michael were mega-exasperated more than once, but credit where du(d)e : he was running into credit rating hell slapping out records by Half Japanese, Sonic Youth, Christmas, Savage Republic, Keith Levene and Phil Milstein back when today’s reigning A&R bozos were trying to pass off shit like Broken Homes as “alternative” music.
I don’t know if it’s true that he really tried to bootleg the Kathy McGinty CD, but that only adds to the legend. I don’t believe in an afterlife but if I did, I’d reckon there’d be a place somewhere where other residents of the-great-beyond were getting their ears talked off about some of history’s greatest recorded arts.
…the Bruisers, of course, being the first. Via Change.org, Brian Kelly takes issue with the fact, “there is currently no statue of Portsmouth native Ronnie James Dio, paragon of Rock and Roll, anywhere in Portsmouth.”
Ronnie James Dio is a hero and a champion of art and deserves to be memorialized forever on his native soil. This petition is to help bring a statue, bust or memorial of Ronnie James Dio (born Ronald James Padavona; July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010) to an agreed upon location in Prescott Park the South End of Portsmouth, NH
Dio was a musician that had, and still has, a great influence on many in the music industry. There are currently other towns and cities with Dio’s likeness, but at this time, his birthplace has nothing. Mr. Dio sold over 47 million albums in his life and is still selling today. He was a heavy hitter in bands like Elf, Rainbow, Dio, Black Sabbath and more. His contributions are undeniable. We have to do something.
This petition will help gauge and demonstrate interest in a tribute we can all agree upon. The tribute itself will be crowd or city funded (through provisions set aside in Portsmouth to pay for artistic installations) and multiple designs will be presented before asking for approval. We truly hope the city of Portsmouth will help us find the right tribute to one of the most influential musicians of our time.
We would love to see him him to be depicted as he was in the video for “Holy Diver}, sword in hand, ready to fight for the Arts and what is right. We understand this might not coincide with the wishes of all, so we will of course work with the estate of Mr. Dio to determine how they would like him depicted.
So it seems Dino Costa is far from alone when it comes to using social media to issue wild threats ; the CBC reports Jays fan Nicholas Kharshoum, 24, of Kitchener, Ontario, received a home visit from the local mounties after threatening to throw a a statue of Ted Rogers into Lake Ontario if Toronto fails to extend Jose Bautista’s contract.
Kharshoum, who was dressed in sweatpants and watching an English soccer match in the basement, said he was surprised to see police officers at his door. When they told him they were there because of his tweet threatening the Rogers Centre statue, Kharshoum said he immediately rolled his eyes.
On Feb. 22, Karshoum, who goes by @Torontohooligan on Twitter, posted: “F**king pay the man or I’m throwing the Ted Rogers statue in the harbour you pieces of s**t.”
The tweet linked to a video of Bautista — who is seeking a new multi-million dollar deal before his contract with the Rogers-owned Blue Jays ends at the end of this season — saying he felt he’d given the Blue Jays a “hometown discount” already.
“I know that I said something dumb, and it is not the only dumb thing I’ve said on the internet,” he admits, bringing up another recent post where he suggested a soccer analyst should jump in front of a train — an exaggeration he doesn’t really believe in.
OK, that’s not exactly what syndicated scribe Norman Chad had to say about yesterday’s horror show on CBS, but y’know, close enough. Of college hoops in general, Chad declares, “they just round up the usual suspects every year…the game is rotten at its core; it’s only cheating if you get caught, and if you get caught, you’re only liable if you’re losing.”
I wouldn’t watch it even if Chris Rock were hosting; besides, it’s about as rigged as the Oscars. What, I need to room with Jay Bilas to know that Kansas and North Carolina are going to be No. 1 seeds?
Plus, back in the day, we’d get the entire bracket in 30 minutes on CBS – it was the most efficient half-hour on television. Now, the whole shebang has bloated to 120 minutes. Hey, I’m not sitting there for two hours to see what the 8-9 matchup in the Southeast Regional is unless they throw in a good cassoulet recipe and El Chapo makes a surprise appearance on set.
(Column Intermission: We now present our annual literary excerpt from serial author John Feinstein, who has cleared more forests with more bad prose than any scribe in America. In his latest college basketball tome, “The Legends Club,” he writes, “Elephants – and coaches – never forget.” Here it is again in case you missed it the first time: “Elephants – and coaches – never forget.” Available in bookstores everywhere!)
Those familiar with the tweets of Harold Levenson, aka @cluckman25, know he’s relentless in badgering Costa. Whether that makes him more or less credible, is of course, up to you. The following is an email Q&A conducted over the weekend.
Q: How long have you listening to and/or following Dino Costa?
A : I came across him when he was on SXM, probably the second year he was there.
Q : It’s fair to say that you’ve been a frequent, some might say obsessive baiter of Costa on Twitter. Short of replying and/or blocking you, has Dino have sought you out via email or telephone? Has he ever tried to contact an employer or family member?
A: When Dino was at SXM I started a banter with him on twitter. He ended up blocking me. Several months after he was fired from SXM I got a VM from my friend of 20+ years, Anthony Menicola, who became Dino’s first investor in his online platform. I called them back and had a conversation with Dino. Even though I strongly disagree with Dino on just about anything he says I backed up this project for my friend. Dino unblocked me from twitter. It was during this time that Dino went on one of this twitter rampages against Chris Russo.
I suggested to Anthony that Dino stop trolling Russo as he looked like an amateur. A few hours later on got a DM from Dino stating “GET YOUR DICK OUT OF RUSSO’S MOUTH, GET ON BOARD THIS TRAIN OR GET THE FUCK OFF”.
That was it for me. I am not the type of person who is going to support someone like this even for a good friend. So I started getting on him on twitter.
After his online venture failed he started attacking me. Calling me a raging homosexual (I am straight, not that being gay is a bad thing). He stole Facebook photos of my family and myself and started posting them on Twitter with homophobic insults that are too gross to print. In January 2015 he called my employer to say I was harassing him, which I find ironic since he is such an avid 1st Amendment supporter. My boss laughed at him. He also threatened to call the police. Below is e-mail from Dino from January of this year :
Legal team is next as I explained to your human resources director…my call was one of courtesy as I was doing you a favor. I was instructed by our ownership group to make the initial phone call before determining if legal counsel was needed.
Nobody ‘stole’ pictures, and if they did, we have a pretty stronger case than we ever imagined.
I will be phoning Christine one more time this coming Monday for one other crucial piece of news she needs to be made aware of.
All of your tweets over 9 months, emails, IP address info showing a diabolical obsessiveness, your stalking of me, other fans of my show, their own testimony, all of this is ready for lift off the second you act again.
Your use of your company computer with recorded IP address and the pretty incredible amount of recorded time you have used to be on our website is almost stunning to consider and paints a picture of a pretty maniacal and single minded person.
Your phone call to the Florida radio station, again, recorded, documented paperwork obtained by our legal counsel.
You have harassed and stalked with a criminal intent, if this was on the street you’d be prosecuted, and I would not rule that out at this juncture either.
I’m actually begging you to continue your juvenile conduct.
We indicated we answered you with pictures and comments and dropped to your levels momentarily.
The next move is yours – then our legal counsel will take over.
I’d suggest you continue to send me messages of all kinds like the one you did to get this response. You have been on record for 9 straight months..that won’t be stopping anytime soon.
Your most recent email will be sent to your company…there are now total of 12 other individuals waiting to contact your employer with similar if not exact stories.
Q : Please explain the approximate time and nature of Dino’s comments directed at you on Periscope Friday night.
A: The Periscope transmission was on around 8pm West Coast time so 10pm STL time. Dino was coming back from the Blues game and was Periscoping during his ride back. I was on egging him on a bit, he started going off. For about 10 minutes he was lacing into me calling me a cocksucker. Then went on to say my father was a degenerate pig who did a broke cab driver. Saying my mother was a whore who constantly got fucked at my father’s club (side note : my father owned Plato’s Retreat in the 70’s).
Q : Had you send anything to Dino recently that would’ve provoked a direct threat of violence?
A: After Dino ranted on about my father and mother for 15 minutes on Periscope I said something about his family. He then looked into the phone and said “If I ever meet you I will kill you, and it will be very slow. Blood is my game, I love blood.”
Q : Have you considered contacting law enforcement?
A: I did consider it.
Q : Do you think there’s ever a point where calling out a public figure crosses a line? You’ve certainly done your best to get under Dino’s skin ; most halfway mature/intelligent persons would simply ignore the abuse, but you know he’s got a short temper. Do you take any satisfaction in goading him into what some might consider criminal activity?
There are plenty of instances I believe a person crosses the line. But Dino crosses it every day, he trolls people on Twitter like Peter King, Chris Russo etc. But if someone disagrees with him, he attacks and when he feels attacked, he threatens lawsuits. Its a one way street with Dino. Of course there is satisfaction getting under his skin since it shows how thin skinned he is for an industry that he believes he is the king of
Q :Ideally, what would you like to see happen to Costa?
(apologies to both Paul Stanley and Mark E. Smith for the above headline)
Though it trails on the priority list compared to tracking the development of Matt Harvey’s shaving habits and surveying the nation’s litany of angry dudes yelling into microphones, college basketball remains somewhere in the Top 2 of CSTB’s Favorite Exploitative “Amateur” Sporting Endeavors. For the past decade, the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament has provided you, the loyal reader, with an opportunity test your college hoops savvy against myself (ahem) and a veritable all-cast of fantasy sports degenerates, and this year’s competition is no exception.
Though former CSTB contributor David Roth has profited wildly from the demolition of Death By Audio moved upward and onward, I cannot allow this annual tradition to go by the wayside (though it is pretty tempting — I sure as fuck have better things to do, even if most of you don’t). For those bemoaning the crushing loss of daily fantasy games that ran the commercial with the dude in the Patriots throwback rubbing his dopey face like he’s trying to pull the skin away from his useless head, REJOICE, because for the next 3 weeks you again have something to live for. Sure, the stakes aren’t nearly as that Draft Kings garbage, but I can offer the winner a box of 12XU swag and an autographed photo of #4 overall pick in the 2000 draft, Marcus Fizer.* So let the best person of any or all genders be the victor.
(* – still haven’t determined who is autographing the photo, I’ll get back to you about this).
Though apologies have already been offered, there’s still considerable ill-will stemming from a Friday night clash between the basketball squads from Newton North (MA) and Catholic Memorial. The latter is an all-boys institution, which provoked a chant of “where are your girls?” from the host fans. Sadly, visiting supporters responded with their own chant of, “you killed Jesus”. From the Boston Globe’s Evan Allen :
“I found it chilling,” said Newton Superintendent David Fleishman, who arrived at the game, which was held at Newton South High School, about 20 minutes later. Fleishman said he was immediately approached by a visibly upset parent who told him she was shaken. “In my mind, this is incredibly upsetting and troubling, and they have a lot of work to do at Catholic Memorial,” Fleishman said.
Fleishman contacted the Anti-Defamation League about the incident, and said Newton students would discuss it at school on Monday. Newton officials will also discuss the Newton fans’ use of a joking reference to male anatomy, which Fleishman acknowledged could also be offensive.
The president of Catholic Memorial issued a statement Saturday condemning the “abhorrent behavior” of the students and promising to work to end it.
Last month, the debut album by Austin’s Empty Markets, ‘Stainless Steel’ (12XU 086-1) was previewed in this space. Led by former Cruddy vocalist/guitarist Drew Schmitz, Empty Markets are unique in that they’re one of the only bands in town who aren’t playing a half dozen times or more during SXSW week ; their only appearance will be this coming Tuesday, March 15 at Hotel Vegas (8:30pm).
The above clip, directed by Schmitz, debuted earlier this week via Noisey. ‘Stainless Steel’ can be preordered here.
Following an unseemly public meltdown Wednesday night, Sacramento hit chronic malcontent DeMarcus Cousins with a one-game suspension Friday, but in the view of the Bee’s Andy Furillo, that’s not nearly punitive enough. “Trade him, cut him, whatever. It would be a steal if the Kings could get 50 cents on the dollar, a bargain at 35 cents and a good deal at a quarter. Maybe even a nickel,” surmises Furillo, adding, “they have never won with him, and there is no reason to believe they ever will.”
His recent suspension, like his others, resulted from his disrespect for the game and many of the people who play, coach, officiate and work around it. This time, he ripped on Kings coach George Karl for not protecting him from the refs. Please. What Cousins wanted his coach to do was support his bad behavior. But what Cousins needs to do is change that bad behavior. The Kings’ new upper-level managers have enabled it for three years. Now they’re going to be stuck with his bad vibe when they move into their new arena in October unless they wise up and cut him loose.
After he was suspended, Cousins put a cartoon on Instagram that depicted two men sitting at separate tables underneath banners reading “comfortable lies” and “unpleasant truths.” The line for the lie stretched out of the frame. Nobody wanted to hear the truth.
This might come as an unpleasant truth to Cousins, but the No. 1 person in this world who can protect him from his own behavior is himself. Most people begin to learn this about the seventh grade. Cousins, however, prefers to blame others while he spins out of control. It is part of the comfortable lie he’s been telling himself for six years.
“What does this kid know? This kid doesn’t know squat about the game, and [has] no respect for it,” Gossage said with audible disgust. “Here he is making millions of frickin’ dollars; that’s great. I’m happy for all the players and all the money that they’re making, because it’s hard-earned by all the players that came before these guys. Ninety percent of these guys never went through a strike, a work stoppage. They don’t know the blood sweat and tears that has been spent on what these guys are making. All we wanted was a piece of the pie. Marvin Miller did that, Curt Flood, from on up. My career started out on the first strike in 1972, and it ended in the last one in 1994, when we lost a World Series, which should have never happened, but it did. … We fought for everything these players are getting. So let me tell Bryce Harper something: go look at the history, figure it out and quit acting like a fool.”
So let it be noted, every time a bat is flipped, a pie is tossed, contemporary players are disrespecting the memory of Marvin Miller.