A recent American Express commercial features a number of NBA stars describing their best & worst Christmas presents, with Cavs C Kevin Love explaining an uncle on his father’s side once gave him a stapler. After considering this might be a rather cheap/shitty gift for a child, Ball Don’t Lie’s Kelly Dwyer puts on his genealogy helmet :
A quick bit of internet research reveals that Kevin’s father, former NBA and ABA forward and all-around mensch Stan Love (who spent a chunk of his post-playing career trying to protect his cousin Brian Wilson from assorted hangers-on), only has one brother.
That brother’s name is Mike Love, whom you might know as the guy in the hat from the Beach Boys.
This seems perfectly in line with something that Mike Love – who rightfully fought for and won significant songwriting royalties on endless Beach Boys hits during Kevin Love’s youth – would do.
24 annual 25 hour Xmas Marathon is in progress on WPRB. Christmas story participants this year include but are not limited to Doug Gillard, Staring At Motorists, Bambi Kino, Mike Pace (ex-Oxford Collapse), and well, there’s a couple dozen more but you’ll just have to tune in.
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ESPN hoops analyst Doris Burke was interviewed Wednesday by the Louisville Courier-Journal’s Adam Himmelsbach, and amongst the topics covered (her collegiate playing career, treatment of female journalists, Greg Popovich’s brusque replies) is a January 30 on-camera exchange with Kevin Durant in which Burke was thought to be mocking KD’s faith :
That game I covered for Heather Cox, who has two young kids and had something that night and basically asked if I could replace her. It was a hectic day. To preface it, the year before in the NBA finals, I’d interviewed Danny Green after his big game, and he kept thanking God and then would answer the question. And that summer I got 10 photocopies from an anonymous man with anti-God, anti-religion sentiment. It was kind of a weird thing, but whatever.
Durant’s sort of caught me off guard, because usually when someone acknowledges God they then move on to the question I asked. Looking back, I regret being sort of caught off-guard, because I didn’t mean to in any way belittle his beliefs as a Christian. But I was unaware of the furor until the next day when I got off a plane in Louisville and there were messages from my bosses and ESPN PR saying we may need to think about addressing this.
Was it addressed?
There was an Oklahoma City columnist who basically ripped me pretty good. I basically said, ‘Listen, I’m a Christian. I’m in no way, shape or form trying to belittle Kevin Durant’s beliefs. He surprised me a little bit with his humility, frankly, and for not taking any credit for his play.
With former Mets OF Darryl Strawberry still owing the Internal Revenue Service unpaid taxes from 1989, 1990, 2003 and 2003, the latter will auction off the former’s remaining annuity from the deferred compensation o
above : some of last year’s enthusiastic attendees. I can’t even begin to imagine how horrible it must if you’re errands in midtown Manhattan and you have to negotiate sidewalks packed with Diet Coke-guzzling individuals like those portrayed.
PF Royce White was the 16th overall pick in the 2012 NBA Draft but repeated disputes over how best to handle his generalized anxiety disorder meant he never played a minute for the Houston Rockets (and eventually took the floor a handful of times for Sacramento before being waived at the end of last season). Writing for Medium.com, White insists, “our culture inspires and subsequently neglects serious mental illness in too many of its citizens.” And some of those citizens might well be wearing police uniforms.
As a conscientious citizen of this great nation, I have sympathy for our police. Their job is dangerous and often thankless, and many of them are overworked and underpaid in relation to the vital function they serve in our communities. Officers like Darren Wilson are humans; susceptible to the same stresses, fears, and other mental issues as any of us. Given the combination of their fallibility and the dangers of their jobs, it’s unfathomable that we still lack universal policies on psychological evaluations for police officers. It says something frightening about our culture that we’d rather increase the scope and sophistication of police weaponry than take steps that ensure the health of both police and those they serve.
These choices have dire consequences. It is obvious that some of our police officers now view themselves as soldiers rather than peacekeepers?—?a grave consequence of the increasing militarization of the police. The danger of this view?—?one that transforms communities into combat zones and engenders in police a sense of at-all-cost self-preservation rather than de-escalation?—?is that there’s an ever-increasing breakdown in trust and communication between police and citizens. Both sides have become inhuman in the eyes of the other, and no productive, progressive dialogue can exist within such a dynamic.
Just imagine how many more rings Rondo would’ve won in green had he learned to be more respectful of hardworking guys like Dan?
On the basis of such small sample size, I am not comfortable declaring Darko Milicic to be utterly hopeless at what Lloyd Dobler called “the sport of the future”. I’m not quite sure I’m buying Darko’s insistence that he’s “invicible”, either, however.
All of that said, was it really necessary for Larry Brown to email this video to hundred of people this morning…without using blind carbon copy?
On Monday’s broadcast of “Ellen”, cancer-stricken Phillies fan Julie Kramer was greeted with a surprise appearance by Philadelphia 2B Chase Utley, a gesture that struck Talk Radio 12120 morning host Chris Stigall as high comedy. The following comes courtesy of Philly.com’s Rob Tornoe :
“You know Chase Utley’s not going to be around to take the cancer patient to the games. It’s a nice invite, but he won’t even be there.”
If that wasn’t bad enough, Stigall then decided to mock Kramer, pointing out the 23-year-old Tabernacle resident battling stage 4 synovial sarcoma might not survive through 162 games:
“Plus, it’s probably terminal what that woman has. You think she’s going to live through an entire season?”
During Wednesday’s show, Stigall issued an awkward apology for his comments, claiming simultaneously the comments he made were beneath him while also blaming “people who wish to do me harm professionally” for taking his words out of context.
“I know my heart and intent was something very different than my words, but that doesn’t matter. It is my prayer that Mrs. Kramer was successful in her battle,” Stigall said. “And my thoughtless attempt at a joke about our show conveyed a sentiment that came off as much different. And for that, I am sincerely sorry.”
Of Marlins outfielder Giancarlo Stanton’s recent 10 year, $325 million contract extension, Pittsburgh president Frank Coonelly told Trib Live’s Rob Biertempfel that Florida aren’t sweating the details (“they thought it was a great deal,’ Coonelly said. ‘I just couldn’t get my head around the $325 million. They said to me, ‘You don’t understand. (Stanton) has an out clause after six years. Those first six years are only going to cost $107 million. After that, he’ll leave and play for somebody else. So, it’s not really $325 million.’”). 10 year MLB veteran CJ Nitkowski, writing for his Fox-hosted Just A Bit Outside blog, expresses outrage that Coonelly would “completely sell out” such upstanding citizens as Jeffrey Loria and David Samson (links swiped from Baseball Think Factory).
Baseball executives, coaches, players, etc., are always talking. They share ideas, thoughts and opinions and discuss the state of the game in every facet. There is an assumption of trust made among those in the inner circle in these conversations, a trust that is expected to never be betrayed publicly. Somebody apparently forgot to tell Coonelly.
I asked an executive with another club if I was reading too much into this and what he thought about Coonelly’s comments. He told me, “They were not professional and show an integrity flaw.”
The short-fuse of recently canned Nebraska head coach Bo Pelini has already been noted in this space and there’s already at least one audiotape in which the highly paid educator says of Cornhusker fans, “our crowd…what a bunch of fucking fair-weather fucking—they can all kiss my ass out the fucking door. ‘Cause the day is fucking coming now. We’ll see what they can do when I’m fucking gone. I’m so fucking pissed off.” On Wednesday, Pelini’s old sparring partners at the Omaha World-Herald celebrated his appointment as Youngstown State’s new head coach by revealing the transcript of a meeting with Nebraska players two days after his firing ; the World-Herald’s Dirk Chatelain provides the highights :
Pelini met with players on Dec. 2 at Lincoln North Star High School. In a 30-minute meeting, he provided a window into the strained — almost non-existent — relationship between his former boss and him.
“A guy like (Athletic Director Shawn Eichorst), who has no integrity, he doesn’t even understand what a core value is,” Pelini told players. “He hasn’t understood it from the day he got here. I saw it when I first met with the guy.
“To have core values means you have to be about something, you have to represent something that is important to you. He’s a f—— lawyer who makes policies. That’s all he’s done since he’s been here: hire people and make policies to cover his own ass.”
“I didn’t really have any relationship with the A.D.,” Pelini said. “The guy, you guys saw him (Sunday), the guy is a total p—-. I mean, he is. He’s a total c—.”
“I said to (assistant coach Rick Kaczenski) at one point, I said, ‘man, this is killing me.’ I said, ‘I don’t want to die doing this job.’ I meant it. I was like, ‘I don’t want to have a heart attack doing this job.’”
(the following story reminds of time Mike Gminski suggested he was bigger than Christ)
Former Philly G Evan Turner currently plies his trade for the Boston Celtics, and upon returning to the Wells Fargo Center for the first time since last season’s trade to Indiana, he received a harsh reception from his former acolytes. Once the contest started, anyway, as the following quotes collected by CSN NE.coms A. Sherrod Blakely illustrate :
“Before the game I signed like 100,000 autographs, I’m kissing babies and what not and all that stuff,” quipped Turner. “I’m getting my hand kissed by people; I got little girls come up to me fainting.”
“Once the game started, it was like, ‘what the hell is going on?’” Turner said. “I was like, ‘this is weird. Did they take all the good people out?”
Turner added, “I don’t worry about it anymore. I don’t want to sound super weird, but Jesus was hated too. At the end of the day, I just worry about the stuff that’s important. If it makes you happy to boo me, go ahead. I’m still happy. I put all that stuff behind me.”
The expression “mic drop” is equal parts overused/played out. But Andrew Hawkins just dropped some knowledge (hey, how’s that for played out?) on the Cleveland police union and anyone who’d prefer athletes merely entertain, stick-to-sports, etc.
Earlier this month, an item in this space highlighted MSG security’s harsh treatment of a Brooklyn Nets and his forcible ejection from a Nets/Knicks game at the World’s Most Dysfunctional Arena.
Less than two weeks later, the fan in question, Jeffrey Vanchiro aka Jeffrey Gamblero, has died after falling from a two-story window at his father’s Brooklyn apartment.
Here’s how the New York Post chose to mark Vanchiro’s passing (image culled from Nets Daily) :
A panel of exactly one person was convened to compile the lists shown below ; perhaps CSTB’s former contributors have some opinions on these matters, but frankly, they can all go piss off (until I need their help with something, anyway). Perhaps one of the national outlets they’re writing for is eager to publish an essay about some brutally dull festival gig or a reunion of a band that was downright rotten a full half decade before they broke up the first time.
As in past years, projects from labels that either pay the CSTB bandwidth bill or soak up all of CSTB’s ad revenue are ineligble. A version of this list was previously published elsewhere. If you’re seeing it for the second time today, congratulations on being well read – GC
Sleaford Mods – Divide & Exit (Harbinger Sounds)
Mordecai – Neil’s Generator (Richie)
Califone – Stitches (Dead Oceans)
Ultimate Painting – s/t (Trouble In Mind)
Rat Columns – Leaf (RIP Society)
Watery Love – Decorative Feeding (In The Red)
Mark Kozelek – Live At Biko (Calo Verde)
Musk – s/t (Holy Mountain)
Swans – To Be Kind (Young God)
Golden Pelicans – s/t (Total Punk)
Chris Forsyth & The Solar Motel Band – Intensity Ghost (No Quarter)
Good Throb – Fuck Off (White Denim)
Centro-matic – Take Pride In Your Long Odds (Navigational Transmissions)
Manateees – Sit n Spin (Pelican Pow Wow)
Spray Paint – Clean Blood, Regular Acid (Monofonus Press)
Exhaustion – Biker (Aarght)
OBN III’s- Third Time To Harm (Tic Tac Totally)
Low Life – Dogging (RIP Society)
Degreaser – Rougher Squalor (ever/never)
Wussy – Attica (Shake It)
John Schooley & His One Man Band – The Man Who Rode The Mule Around The World (Voodoo Rhythm)
Dark Blue – Pure Reality (Jade Tree)
Protomarytr – Under Color Of Official Light (Hardly Art)
Ausmuteants – Order Of Operation (Goner)
Kid Millions / Jim Sauter – Fountain (Family Vineyard)
Real Kids – Shake Outta Control (Ace Of Hearts)
Shellac – Dude Incredible (Touch & Go)
Institute – Salt – (Sacred Bones)
Nazi Gold – Climbing The Tower (Super Secret)
Uniform – s/t (Beggar’s Tomb)
Gary Wrong Group – Floods Of Fire (Jeth Row/Bat Shit)
Outer Spaces – Garbage Beach (Salinas)
Mystic Inane – “Deep Creep” (Negative Jazz)
Breakout – “True Crime” (Grave Mistake)
Deaf Wish – St. Vincent’s EP (Sub/Pop)
Hysterics – “Can’t I Live” EP (M’Ladys)
Sick Thoughts – “Moral Sickness” (Blast Of Silence)
Sick Thoughts – “Coming Over” (Going Underground)
Sick Thoughts – “I Got Hands” b/w “I’m Tired Of You” (Hidden Volume)
Total Abuse – “Looking For Love” (Deranged)
Lumpy & The Dumpers – “Gnats In The Pisser” (Total Punk)
reissues / archival pile :
Owen Maercks – Teenage Sex Therapist (Feeding Tube)
Flesh Eaters – A Minute To Pray, A Second To Die (Superior Viaduct)
The Sluts – 12″ Of Sluts (Spread ‘Em/Jeth Row/Race)
Bedhead – 1992-1998 (Numero)
Madrigal – s/t (Lysergia)
Jack Ruby – LP1 /Volume Two (Feeding Tube)
Medival – One Morbid (Buried By Time & Dust)
Shoes This High – Straight To Hell (Siltbreeze)
Deaf Wish – St. Vincent’s @ The Hi-Tone Cafe, Memphis (Sept 27, 2014) from vitreous on Vimeo.
Deaf Wish, Hi Tone, Memphis, Mohawk, Austin September
Counter Intuits, Now That’s Class, Cleveland, May
Swans, Lincoln Hall, Chicago, July
Wreckmeister Harmonies, Elysium, Austin, November
Midnight, Dirty Dog, Austin, August
Wreckless Eric, Hole In The Wall, Austin, October
Tom Carter, Salvage Vanguard Theatre, Austin, November
Radioactivity, Beerland, Austin, March, Hi Tone, Memphis, September
Mordecai, Now That’s Class, Cleveland, May
Life Stinks, Murphy’s, Memphis TN, Septmber
The Clean, Ace Of Cups, Columbus, July
eyehategod, North Door, Austin, November
Godflesh, Mohawk, Austin, April
Califone, someone’s house, Austin, April
Kraftwerk, Riveria Theatre, Chicago, March
The Rebel, Beerland Austin, March, Hotel Vegas, Austin, September
No Bails, Hotel Vegas, Austin, June
Devo, ACL LIve, July
Civil Union, The Grand, Austin, July
Prior to Sunday’s 30-0 loss at Cincinnati, Browns WR Andrew Hawkins (above) donned a t-shirt that specifically referenced the death of 12 year-old Tamir Rice, gunned down last month by Cleveland police officer Timothy Loehmann. The Cleveland Plain Dealer’s Adam Ferrise reports Cleveland police union president Jeff Folmer found Hawkins’ gesture, “disrespectful”.
“He’s an athlete. He’s someone with no facts of the case whatsoever,” Follmer said. “He’s disrespecting the police on a job that we had to do and make a split-second decision.”
The Browns in a statement said they respect Cleveland police and their players right to support certain causes.
“We have great respect for the Cleveland Police Department and the work that they do to protect and serve our city,” the statement says. “We also respect our players’ rights to project their support and bring awareness to issues that are important to them if done so in a responsible manner.”
Follmer said many Cleveland police officers work security for the Browns games and are employed by Browns.
“He should stick to playing football and let us worry about law enforcement,” Follmer said. “The players don’t know what our job entails. Don’t judge us by what you’re reading in the media.”
If you’re keeping score, the persons in charge of worrying about law enforcement saw the following occur on their watch ; they hired Loehmann and gave him a firearm despite his being deemed “distracted”, “weepy” and not “mentally prepared” to handle a gun by a neighboring city’s police force. After Loehmann responded to a dispatcher’s report of Rice wielding a pistol (that turned out to be an air gun), the latter was shot on sight. Rice’s death has since been deemed a homicide — but perhaps Follmer would prefer the county medical examiner stick to football as well.
Not brain injuries, domestic violence, nor the league’s complicity and/or cover ups of the above make a dent in the box office receipts or television rights income of the National Football League, and not even a steady stream of terrible Thursday night games can prevent the Boston Globe’s Bob Ryan from declaring (with considerable regret), “the product is too compelling for a little thing such as morality to interfere with America’s viewing pleasure.” And on the ethical tip, let’s just say Ryan’s not totally comfortable with how the sausages are made in Bill Belichik’s Meat Factory.
We’ve got a beauty in this Brandon Browner. He’s got his own version of the post office motto. Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail nor San Diego sunshine will keep Mr. B from making his appointed rounds, which include every form of hit: high, low, late, or otherwise. All that fuss on the Ladarius Green hit last Sunday was laughable. Yes, he led with his shoulder, not his head, as he claimed. But yes, he also could have targeted Green’s rather large torso, rather than his head area. This was not one of those fast-moving deals where a runner is dipping and a tackler really can’t avoid making head-to-head, or shoulder-to-head contact. This was a case of Brandon Browner, with plenty of time, in context, to decide, eschewing a clean, totally legal hit in favor of a shot to the head, which he finds so much more satisfying.
The pragmatic me says I’m glad he’s on our side. His pluses do outweigh his minuses. But he’s awfully hard to root for.
And now once again LeGarrette Blount is A-OK now that he’s back on our side. Forget about the fact that he was made available to the Patriots only because he acted like a selfish clown while wearing a Steelers uniform a few weeks back. Mike Tomlin didn’t hesitate to tell Blount to take a hike. And Coach Bill didn’t hesitate to pick him up. That’s the new Patriot Way, I guess.
Until further notice, the NFL remains America’s sports dictator. And it doesn’t even have to silence dissent. There is none.
…the XFL and LA KISS excepted. At at time when speculation surrounding a possible Chargers, Raiders or Rams relocation to Los Angeles runs rampant, Glenn Arthur Pierce, author of “Naming Rites: A Biographical History of North American Team Names”, takes us back to a prior decade in which “The Simpsons” alluded to LA’s strange role a massive city/media capital sans an NFL franchise.
In 2006, Springfield beat out Los Angeles’s bid to get the Meltdowns. That alludes to another argument … that the NFL keeps L.A. empty as a way of strong-arming smaller media markets into making huge concessions to keep their team.
The Meltdowns were slated to play at Duff Beer Krusty Burger Buzz Cola Costington’s Department Store Kwik-E-Mart Stupid Flanders Park, which mocks the absurdity of stadium-naming rights (as did Springfield’s Gee Your Hair Smells Terrific Arena, Buzz Cola Dome, Yahoo Search Engine Arena, and—our fav—an arena where the marquee reads “Naming Rights Available.”
New York Post baseball columnist Joel Sherman openly admits that Rockies SS Troy Tulowitzski (30) is not merely “injury prone”, but is currently rehabbing from the same hip ailment that’s all but ended Alex Rodriguez’ productivity. What’s more, Tulowitzki’s gaudy career numbers have benefited from his playing at Coors Field, and he’ll earn more than $21 million per year over the next half decade. Even so, Sherman insists that Tulowitzski could be the Mets’ 2015 version of acquiring Gary Carter, while hoping Colorado can be convinced “this is the Mark Teixeira deal from Texas to Atlanta that so improved the future of the Rangers.” MAKE UP YOUR MIND, JOEL.
To get him — defects and all — the Mets are going to have to give up a bevy of prospects. That hurts. This is not how little you want to give up if you are the Mets. Put yourself in the seat of a new Rockies general manager. What would he have to receive to move from implacable to willing to move a franchise cornerstone? The answer is something that will bring pain to Mets fans, particularly those deluded into thinking every prospect ever praised in Baseball America is going to be a star.
The Mets, though, should demand this concession: They are ready to win now, so Colorado cannot touch the major league roster. So no Matt Harvey, Zack Wheeler or Jacob deGrom. The trade begins with Noah Syndergaard. Because of that the Mets get to protect their second-best pitching prospect, Steve Matz.
After that they tell Colorado pretty much have it on any other three players you want from among, say, Rafael Montero, Kevin Plawecki, Brandon Nimmo, Wilmer Flores and Matt Reynolds. Michael Conforto can’t be traded until June, one year after he was drafted, but he could become a player to be named later.
The above intro to a Change.org petition comes courtesy of Larry Brown Sports’ Steve DelVecchio who reports the above plea to ESPN and the Pac 12 Network has received more than 900 signatures.
As I’m sure you’re aware, a number of NBA stars this week followed the lead of Chicago’s Derrick Rose in taking the floor wearing shirts emblazoned with “I CAN’T BREATHE”, their way of acknowledging a Staten Island grand jury’s failure to indict NYPD officer Daniel Pantaleo in the choking fatality of Eric Garner. When LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers visited the Barclays Center on Tuesday, I was not along in noting the choice of font on the shirts in question. Sadly, in the eyes of Dangerous Minds’ Martin Schneider, such observations can be summed up as “IDIOTIC HIPSTERS COMPLAIN ABOUT THE FONT OF ‘I CAN’T BREATHE’ PROTEST SHIRTS” :
All across America, a small minority of observers reacted in the expected way: they tut-tutted the shirts’ choice of font. The shirts, while admittedly embodying a courageous stand against the combined forces of intolerance, had committed the unpardonable sin of violating a bit of design etiquette.
The New York Times report on the shirts emphasizes the outsize efforts of Jay-Z and others to replicate the gesture made by Derrick Rose of the Bulls and makes no mention of Comic Sans or any other aspect of the shirts’ design, except to note that “Rameen Aminzadeh, a member of Justice League NYC, drafted a simple design for the text of the T-shirt, which other members of the group approved sometime after 1 a.m. [referring to late Sunday night/early Monday morning].”
Yeah? Well guess what you and the New York Times have in common, Martin? Other than being widely read and globally respected, of course. Neither of you found anything even slightly ironic or newsworthy about LeBron donning a garment prominently displaying the very font that was so infamously employed by his past & present paymaster in one of the most ill-advised kiss-off letters ever published.
Is that in any way, shape or form more important than James using his notoriety to make a social statement? Of course not. But some persons who picked up on it are neither idiotic or hipsters. They’re simply basketball fans whose sense of history goes back a whole 4 years.
Bringing to the mind the adage, “you can never be too left handed”, 14 year major league vet Barry Zito is said to be mulling a comeback at the age of 36. Agent Scott Boras promises there’s been “widespread interest” in his client, as InsideBayArea.com’s Alex Pavlovic eagerly nods.
“He’s been working hard on his mechanics,” Boras said of Zito. “He doesn’t cup the ball anymore, and his drive to home plate is a little bit different than it was. He’s got kind of new mechanical evolutions.”
“Remember, when Barry stopped pitching (after the 2013 season) he could still continue to pitch,” Boras said. “Even at that level without any improvement, I felt he could still compete and pitch in the big leagues. If he has added strengths and durability and more control, all the better. You’re talking about a guy that has really a historic record under his belt, so he certainly knows what’s necessary.”
Boras said Zito’s move to Houston shows how committed he is to the process, and that he’s found “a pitching guru” in Ron Wolforth the Houston-based trainer behind the recent career revival of Scott Kazmir. A recent ESPN The Magazine profile of Wolforth described the consultant as, “something of a general contractor, specializing in rebuilding broken-down pitchers through guidance, motivation and the occasional straight shot of tough love…he studies biomechanics yet despises absolutes, which results in a teaching approach that relies more on suggestion than dogma.”
(HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT)
A pair of Oregon Ducks players, F Dwayne Benjamin and F Jordan Bell, held their hands at chest level during the playing of “The Star Spangled Banner” prior to last Saturday’s home tilt with Ole Miss, then proceeded to frisk each other during player introductions. While the school’s press & information office failed to make either player available for questions after the game, their head coach, Dana Altman (above), tells the Oregonian’s Tyson Alger he’s not cool with the gesture :
Altman said he didn’t know the two players had planned the demonstration, though said he talked to them about it after.
“I think every player has a right to express their opinion, however I didn’t think that was the time and place for it,” Altman said. “On their own as individuals, they have that right. As part of our basketball team, when you put the Oregon jersey on, it’s a little different. So, I think there’s a time and place for everything. I don’t think that was the appropriate time.”
I’d be fascinated to learn when Altman considers the right time or place to take a public stand against civil rights violations, racial profiling or the indiscriminate use of deadly force. These are the sort of issues far more likely to impact the friends, peers and family members of Benjamin and Bell than say, a white, 56 year old D1 college basketball coach.
NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell unveiled the league’s new conduct policy today, perhaps giving new teeth to efforts to make professional football just slightly less anti-female. Of course, there’s other forms of institutionalized discrimination less egregious than say, a player’s spouse being knocked unconscious. Dubbed “3rd party vendors” by the Buffalo Bills and fracking tycoon owners Terry and Kim Pegula (above), the team’s since disbanded cheerleading squad, the Jills, include at least one former member who tells the New York Times’ Brendan Bannon, “I ended up feeling like a piece of meat.” Even worse, an unpaid piece of meat.
Supervisors ordered the cheerleaders, known as the Buffalo Jills, to warm up in a frigid, grubby stadium storeroom that smelled of gasoline. They demanded that cheerleaders pay $650 for uniforms. They told the cheerleaders to do jumping jacks to see if flesh jiggled.
The Jills were required to attend a golf tournament for sponsors. The high rollers paid cash — “Flips for Tips” — to watch bikini-clad cheerleaders do back flips. Afterward, the men placed bids on which women would ride around in their golf carts.
A not-incidental detail: The carts had no extra seats. Women clung to the back or, much more to the point, were invited to sit in the men’s laps.
For these and more humiliations, and for hundreds of hours of work and practices, Alyssa and her fellow cheerleaders on the Buffalo Jills received not a penny of wages, not from the subcontractor and certainly not from the Buffalo Bills, a team that each year makes revenue in excess of $200 million.
The team’s contractor handed the women a contract and a personnel code, and told them to sign on the spot. The team dictated everything from the color of their hair to how they handled their menstrual cycle.
The contractor required they visit a sponsor who was a plastic surgeon. He offered a small discount if they opted for breast augmentation and other services. Larger breasts, however, were not a condition of nonpaid employment.
(THEY’VE STILL GOT IT)
….courtesy of Fort Worth’s COMPLETE :
Great news everyone, our first official album Beginning Of A New Era will be releasing this weekend on over 30 digital music stores including Itunes! Physical copies will be $19.99 in the U.S. and that includes free shipping, add shipping costs outside of the U.S.
Official Track Listing!
3 The Wish
5 Beautiful Sunrise
6 Into the Night
7 Power Down
10 Roll On
11 Hoogie Boogie Land