Some things rattling around in my head that make me wonder, What’s up with that???
1. I love dogs. Love ‘em like nothin’ else. But I don’t understand how Michael Vick gets 18 months in prison for financing a dog fighting ring when Donte Stallworth gets only 30 days for killing a human while driving drunk? The law is an ass.
2. The Winnipeg Blue Bombers made 13 cuts on Friday. It’s 24 hours later. Without looking, do you remember five of them? That was something, but it wasn’t news.
3. Great Op-Ed piece in the New York Times on Friday, slugged “Let Steroids Into the Hall of Fame.” Written by Zev Chafets, it explores the hypocrisy of baseball’s steroids witch hunt and discusses most of the issues we’ve discussed here for more than a year. My favourite of many brilliant comments by Chafets is a point I’ve made here on numerous occasions: “For decades, baseball beat writers — the Hall of Fame’s designated electoral college — shielded the players from scrutiny. When the Internet (and exposés by two former ballplayers, Jim Bouton and Jose Canseco) allowed fans to see what was really happening, the baseball writers were revealed as dupes or stooges. In a rage, they formed a posse to drive the drug users out of the game.” Dupes, stooges, rage. That defines the Baseball Writers Association of America in three concise words. Why are sportswriters so important and pristine that they get to be the conscience of baseball? Dupes and stooges, I like that.
4. My good friend Marty Gold passed this along and asked, “What does this say about the state of live wrestling in North America?”: The results of the Thursday night Wrestling Supershow at Fort William Gardens in Thunder Bay in front of about 1500 fans
| Hacksaw Jim Duggan beat Sid Vicious,
Hannibal fought Abdullah the Butcher to a double dq, Koko B. Ware beat Jeremy Prophet, The Genius Lanny Poffo beat Brutus Beefcake and The Highlanders beat the Hollywood Hunks. And this show outdrew TNA in the Seattle market. Evidently, there are very few new wrestlers out there who tweak the imagination. Hacksaw Jim Duggan? Brutus Beefcake? I thought those guys were dead. 5. Now that the NHL has hung Phoenix Coyotes owner Jerry Moyes out to dry, Moyes still wants to be able to sell his dead hockey franchise by Sept. 15. The poor bastard. He’s lost nearly $300 million of his own money on that dreadful piece of crap of a franchise and he’s been told by the NHL and a gutless bankruptcy judge that he can’t have $212.5 million from Jim Balsillie for the franchise because Balsillie can’t take it out of Phoenix and move it into a real hockey market. You might not agree that Balsillie would make a good owner, but you have to agree that the NHL — which may or may not have an actual buyer with a real $130 million — just screwed one of their own governors right where the sun don’t shine. If you really liked money, would you ever do business with the NHL? |