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It’s a Hate-Fest. And it’s not Surprising.

For the past 24 hours, two prominent athletes have been taken behind the barn by sports fans and beaten senseless. Talk about a hate-fest, we’re in the middle of one right now.

The two victims brought the wrath of sports fans down on themselves, but maybe I’m getting soft. Maybe, after two days of this relentless thrashing, LeBron James and Roberto Luongo deserve a break.

After all, both led their respective teams to the championship round of their respective sports and while one lost, the other one is very much alive.

LeBron has taken an incredible beating over the last 48 hours and he’s taken that beating for two reasons: 1) He told the world on a TV show last summer that he was leaving Cleveland and taking his talents to South Beach and 2) he and his new teammates celebrated winning a championship before they’d even had one practice together. Bad form on both counts.

Certainly, LeBron was not good in the championship final, but he didn’t really deserve the length and breadth of the hate that was heaped upon him. For instance:

1) John Kasich, the governor of Ohio named the Dallas Mavericks honourary “citizens’ of Ohio for avenging James’ defection and praised Mavericks’ series MVP, Dirk Nowitzki, for “keeping his talents in Dallas.” Ouch.

2) Sommee Cards, an electronic greeting card company, offered this epithet for sale on-line: ”Thanks for being less disappointing at your job than LeBron James.” My goodness. That’s a greeting? In fairness, they offered up another one that read: “I hope to someday will myself to succeed as effectively as I willed LeBron James to fail.”

3) A large group of, what we’re told were originally Cleveland-based tweeters,  proclaimed Monday to be “National LeBron James Day.” Anyone celebrating the holiday would be allowed to leave work 12 minutes early.

On Twitter it got a lot worse. At my radio station, Streetz 104.7, it was just one giant LeBron joke after another.

Granted, he brought it upon himself, but anyone who ran into him on Monday still wanted his autograph. He’s still a star and who knows, he might win next year. Maybe.

Regardless, he lost four basketball games out of six. That’s really all he lost. After awhile, all the hating, just seemed silly.

Meanwhile, poor Roberto Luongo couldn’t buy a polite comment after the Bruins beat his Vancouver Canucks 5-2 on Monday night. Of course, Luongo was yanked after eight minutes and 35 seconds, trailing 3-0. Frankly, I just get the sense he can’t see very well in that rink in Boston.

It got so nasty on Monday, there was even a takeoff of “The World’ s Most Interesting Man” going around that had Luongo pictured with his Dos Equis beer bottle saying, “I don’t always play like a bag of shit, but when I do, I prefer the playoffs.” OK, so it was funny, but the fact is, Luongo just came off a shutout at home and could very well get another one on Wednesday night. That would give Vancouver the Cup, for those keeping score at home.

Meanwhile, it’s nice that American hockey fans were ripping Luongo, but those people south of the border should have been less concerned about the Bruins clubbing the Canucks 5-2 and be more concerned about the fact that Monday night’s game on NBC was down 37 per cent in the ratings from last year.

And American hockey fans think Atlanta will be the only team to vacate? Right.

 

Just Plain Bad

Here’s today’s question: Have we watched the point in professional sport — outside of golf, of course — where we’re going to make up the rules as we go along?

The NFL and NBA have been making up the rules for a long time. Hockey has no rules, or to be more fair, despite a number of changes and league directives, the rules are still different in the third period than they are in the first. Major League Baseball has reached the level of pure, unadulterated joke (Why bother having a strike zone? Play call your own. Don’t waste the money on a homeplate umpire). Officiating in the World Cup was comical.

And there is the Canadian Football League.

Just watched the PVR of the Winnipeg Blue Bombers 28-7 loss to the Hamilton Tiger-Cats. Watched the live version at Assiniboia Downs on Friday night and have just re-watched that debacle once again.

There is NO justification for calling the Kevin Glenn fumble in the third quarter a “non-fumble.” It was a fumble. The textbook definition of a fumble. If you look up the word fumble in the CFL rulebook, you are asked to go to www.tsn.ca to watch the replay of that fumble. And yet, even with video replay, there was some sort of excuse made up to make it a non-fumble.

It happened, of course, at an extremely important point in the game and may have changed the outcome (on the next play, Glenn threw a touchdown pass to make the score 21-0). The CFL should be ashamed.

The Bombers lost and fell to 1-2 on the season, tied with Hamilton for last in the East. It’s really not that big a deal. After all, this 18-game season is only three games old and the Bombers get the lousy Eskimos in front of the beer cup snake at Canad Inns Stadium next week.

But it just makes the league look bad and nobody needs that.

Now This is Lousy Officiating

I’ll admit, I probably whine too much about bad officiating. I mean on Wednesday night I was throwing pillows at the TV after a call at first base in the Phillies-Cardinals game — and no, I didn’t give a rat’s ass who won or lost.

How a Major League umpire can call a player out at first when his entire body is past the bag when the ball arrives makes one wonder how the guy got the job in the first place. Frankly, if anyone complains about umpiring in the Northern League this season, I’ll just refer them to the Majors. There are now three-to-five downright rotten calls, on average, per game and the strike zone, well the strike zone is an outright joke. As bad as we all think the Northern League can be, our guys are no worse than the umps in the bigs.

However, as I complain about baseball, hockey and football (NBA officials aren’t officials, they’re game managers) I must admit that no referee in any sport anywhere in the world could possibly be worse than the guy in this story.

According to Eurosport Magazine, a 32-year-old Croatian soccer player named Goran Tunjic,, was given a yellow card by the referee for diving. Trouble is, he wasn’t DIVING, he was DYING.

That’s right, as the referee was flashing the card around the stadium, Tunjic, who had fallen to the turf, was laying on the ground dying of a heart attack. Eurosport reported that when the official finally discovered that the player was suffering a legitimate medical crisis, he called for medical help.

No word as to whether or not the referee revoked the yellow card.

Another Week of Craziness. The Business Just Gets Nuttier

It would be insane to suggest that anything at all is surprising anymore.

You have the owners of the Toronto Argonauts (a franchise that looked pretty good when they bought it) telling people they might be interested in acquiring the Phoenix Coyotes. Man, how many teams can you kill at once?

You have Kansas City Chiefs runningback Larry Johnson using “a gay slur” to describe newspaper reporters. No wonder gay people are upset.

And you have newspaper people wetting themselves over Mark McGwire’s return to baseball when every, single poll suggests that 65-80 per cent of baseball fans (depending on the poll) don’t care what he may or may not have done in 1997.

Of course, it doesn’t end there. This was another crazy week

1) The Ottawa Sun is at it again. The newspaper that creates more trade rumours than a handful of drunks at a sports bar now has the following on its plate: Brian Burke is actively pursuing a goaltender (who knew?), the Florida Panthers are trying to trade Nathan Horton (the GM has denied it), the Philadelphia Flyers are interested in signing Brendan Shanahan (should be easy, he’s an unemployed free agent) and the Carolina Hurricanes are ready to trade anyone and everyone (really?).

As I’ve always said, “If it’s in a newspaper, believe whatever it is you want to believe.”

2) The officiating in last Sunday’s Minnesota-Pittsburgh game was a complete embarrassment to the NFL. So embarrassing in fact, that it looked like a fix. I wonder which NFL officials had money on that game?

Sadly, all officiating everywhere at every level is awful. We’ve watched the horrible baseball umpiring this fall (how about that non-catch-turned-doubleplay by Ryan Howard on Thursday night?) and we’ve watched CFL, NFL, NBA and NHL officials look either lost or phony.

The biggest problem with sport these days isn’t steroids, it’s lousy officiating.

3) I love how even some Bomber players were sheepish about last Saturday afternoon’s 41-24 win over the Montreal Alouettes. Anthony Calvillo didn’t play and therefore, it wasn’t really a big win.

Baloney. If Calvillo had played last Saturday, the Bombers would have won by 30, not 17. Calvillo can’t run out of trouble like Adrian McPherson did.

Calvillo would have been killed last Saturday. Frankly, I think the Bombers are very, very pleased that Calvillo is playing this Sunday. I’m sure Phillip Hunt and Odell Willis are salivating at the thought of taking that rush to Montreal’s old man.

4) The publishing company that was going to back a book by former NBA referee Tim Donaghy has pulled the plug on the book, stating:  “After a close legal review of the final manuscript of ‘Blowing the Whistle’ by Tim Donaghy, and our independent evaluation of some of the author’s sources and statements, Triumph Books and Random House have decided not to go forward with the book’s publication. Our decision is wholly our own and was made without consultation with any outside parties or individuals.”

Yeah, right. That just smells like bullshit.

Donaghy was about to tell the truth and a lot of influential people in the United States want no part of the truth. Excerpts I’ve seen include a number of different accusations regarding wagering between officials that are actually handling the NBA games they’re gambling on (not in the least bit surprised), favoritism toward star players (that’s freakin’ obvious), and a desire on the league’s part to make sure playoff series went as long as possible (and that surprises people?).

Donaghy is painted as a rogue and a bad guy by the NBA. He is. But he’s also trying to get the truth off his back. And the truth is ugly. There is no game on the planet that looks as phony as the NBA. Like, whatever happened to travelling? Since when could stars take nine steps to the hoop? The NBA looks more like European team handball than basketball.

Even Bettman is starting to admit the truth about the NHL’s place in the Recession

It’s taken a while, but even NHL commissioner Gary Bettman has reached the point where he’ll now hint that the NHL could have some financial problems if the current recessions deepens.

 

As much as Bettman loves to say (and he did on his XM Radio Program on Thursday) “the NHL is not being impacted as deeply as the other major professional sports leagues in America are,” the fact is, the league is being hammered by this recession. It’s just that nobody inside the league really wants to talk all that much about it.

 

However, hockey people must face facts. The NHL has no significant U.S. television contract and it has teams in non-traditional markets that have been money-losers since they opened the doors. Now the league is faced with a falling Canadian dollar that, according to Minnesota Wild assistant general manager Tom Thompson, will “substantially impact the ability of the Canadian teams to turn profits,” and it’s been the Canadian teams’ revenues that have driven up the salary cap and put more money in the league’s bank accounts.

When Bettman claims the other major sports leagues will be “impacted” on a larger scale, he’s probably right, simply because the other leagues have more to lose. You can already see the sections of empty seats at NBA games on TV and the NFL has stopped selling out all their stadiums, all the time.

But those close to the business of professional sport seem to agree that the NFL will emerge from the downturn relatively unscathed. It’s just too big and too popular to take a long-lasting hit. Of course, it doesn’t hurt hat the NFL’s TV deal with four major networks is worth $2.2 billion (all figures U.S.). The NHL, on the other hand, is dependent of gate receipts and those receipts can vary wildly as the economy moves up and down. According to Forbes Magazine, the NFL generates an estimated $6.5 billion in annual revenue, Major League Baseball is next $6 billion, the NBA is third at $3.6 billion and the NHL at fourth at $2.5 billion.

However, more than one third of that $2.5 billion is generated by the six Canadian-based franchises. But now that the dollar is hovering around 70 cents US, that number could fall by as much as 30 per cent. If Canadian teams start to struggle, the teams in lousy U.S. hockey markets (not lousy sports markets, but lousy hockey markets) – Phoenix, Tampa, Nashville, Atlanta, South Florida, Carolina, Long Island and Washington, D.C. — could start to shutter or consider moving their operations. Right now, most U.S. owners are deeply in debt — one is already in bankruptcy protection — and all of them desperately need a strong credit industry, an industry now under siege, to survive.

Since 1999, 20 NHL teams have either changed owners or significantly altered their ownership structure, It’s no secret that some franchises have changed ownership two or three times (Islanders, Coyotes, Predators, Lightning). And what’s going to happen in Detroit if the Big 3 automakers go under? The Red Wings, one of the two or three best teams in the NHL and a team that is already in a tremendous hockey market, are already selling some tickets for $9 a game.

According to the Toronto Star, “The Florida Panthers have laid off staff, the Tampa Bay Lightning are said to be a financial basket case, the Phoenix Coyotes are believed to be hanging on by a thread.” Meanwhile, the Atlanta Thrashers owners are in a court battle, the New York Islanders desperately need a new arena that might not be built and the Nashville Predators are still trying to do something with co-owner Bootsie Del Biaggio’s 24 per cent stake.

It is becoming clear that with this recession, hockey is on its death bed in Gary Bettman’s “southern footprint.” He’s the man who took hockey away from Canada and gave it to non-traditional markets and while those non-traditional markets have always struggled, they are now in need of a financial I.V.

Of course, there is a problem. With such a lousy Canadian dollar, why would anyone want to move another franchise to Canada? 

That’s why Winnipeg is caught between a rock and a hard place. We have a small arena, only 700,000 citizens, a team that already folded up shop and moved south and a fading Canadian dollar. As much as I believe an NHL team in Winnipeg would draw large numbers of fans, I wonder if that’s enough anymore. 

 

I don’t like ‘em. I’m sorry, but I just don’t like ‘em.

I have to admit, I don’t like sports officials at the best of times. I believe that there is no one anywhere who can referee anything properly at anytime.

My battles with basketball referees, subjective sport judges (every subjective sport judge on the planet, doesn’t matter if it’s figure skating or gymnastics, is crooked) and hockey officials have become legendary and, for the most part, I’m not proud of many of them.

 

However, I have no remorse. Everytime I yelled at an official, he deserved it. Every technical foul I took, I rejoiced in it.

 

Among my favourite shots directed at umpires have come from baseball fans. Here’s one from a well-known New York heckler named Bill Ferraro. This was a man who hated umpires almost as much as I do: “Hey, Blue! How about using some Windex on that glass eye!”

 

And another: “Hey Blue! I’ve had better calls from my ex-wife!”

 

And one of the greatest of them all: “Hey Ump!!! Damn good thing you don’t have three choices!”

 

Ferraro’s heckling brilliance was first chronicled by the New York Daily News. The Daily News loved this one: “Hey Blue! Don’t ever think about donating your eyes to science. They don’t want ‘em!!!”

 

Then there was this classic: “Can I pet your seeing eye dog after the game!”

 

And this one: “Come on Blue!!! Pull the good eye out of your pocket!”

 

Oh yeah, and this one: “Lenscrafters called…they’ll be ready in 30 minutes!”

 

Now, that’s harsh. But true.

 

This past weekend, I sat in my big-ass easy chair and spent almost 20 hours screaming at the TV.

 

First of all, we got dreadful homeplate umpiring in the ALCS. I know EVERYBODY loves the Boston Red Sox, but you can only squeeze the strike zone so far until somebody notices. I noticed. I threw things. I really didn’t care all that much if Tampa won the ALCS, but the freakin’ homeplate umpires made me cheer out loud for the Rays. Good on ‘em, Tampa got screwed and still prevailed.

 

Not so for the Minnesota Vikings in Chicago on Sunday. A second-half pass interference call in the end zone that resulted in first-and-goal at the one instead of loss-of-ball-on-downs, fried my shorts. By no definition — and I am reading the NFL rulebook as I write — was that pass interference. Two players fell down. Period. It cost the Vikings the football game.

 

That call was so bad, in fact, it appeared as if the fix was in. If crooked NBA ref Tim Donaghy went to jail, that whole NFL officiating crew in Chicago yesterday should have been locked up. If was as if they all had the Bears on their Vegas parlay ticket. 

 

Gawd, I can still smell that gas bomb.

 

Officiating in every sport is generally awful. Frankly, it should all be done in the booth, with video replay. 

 

Was Game 6 of 2002 NBA Final fixed? Sure looked like it to me.

I sat down late last night (after returning from the monthly handicapping seminar I host at Winnipeg’s Assiniboia Downs), with no Stanley Cup or NBA final on the tube, no football and not even a decent baseball game, and watched “The Fixers.”

 

No, not the “The Fixer,” the 1968 Bernard Malamud/Dalton Trumbo epic starring Alan Bates, Dirk Bogarde and Ian Holm, but The Fixers, a DVD of Game 6 of the 2002 NBA final featuring the officiating of Dick Bavetta, Ted Bernhardt and Bob Delaney.

 

This week, there has been plenty of talk about that game. It started when Tim Donaghy, the referee with the gambling problem, filed papers in the Brooklyn, N.Y., Federal Court stating that games in the 2002 and 2005 playoffs had been rigged by the Association. Since then, most major American newspapers have looked at the game again and determined — to their own benefit, of course — that the game wasn’t fixed, but as Richard Sandomir of the New York Times wrote: “What I discovered was a master class in bad calls, missed calls and miscalls that was sloppy enough to undermine the notion that it was planned ineptitude.”

 

Nice turn of phrase, but absolutely wrong. At least, from I re-watched last night.

 

No NBA official can be that bad and keep his job unless the Association told him what to do. Case in point? The Sacramento Kings were leading the series 3-2, they were at home and they were heavily favoured, but in the fourth quarter, the Los Angeles Lakers were awarded 27 free throws, scoring 16 of their final 18 points at the line to even the series, a series they went on to win at home.

 

Overall, the Lakers took 40 free throws to the Kings 25 that night and both Kings’ big men, Vlade Divac and Scot Pollard fouled out. No Lakers fouled out. Not one. After the game, Sacramento coach Rick Adelman said: “I feel sorry for our team, because they did everything they could to win the game. It’s a shame, a real shame. … Our big guys get 20 fouls, and Shaq gets four. You tell me. Obviously, they got the game called the way they wanted to get it called.”

 

Sadly, because the mainstream media is a collection of pack journalists who don’t bother to ask big questions of big executives anymore, most of them just went along their merry way, calling Adelman a crybaby. 

 

While no one in Sacramento will admit it now — because the league’s shaky integrity and commissioner David Stern’s career is on the line — the outcome of that game was painfully, yet obviously pre-determined. 

 

Here’s an example of some of the fourth-quarter miscalls…

 

1. The Kings Mike Bibby is knocked to the floor — no call.

 

2. Derek Fisher takes out two defenders to allow Kobe Bryant a clear route to the hoop for a layup — no call. 

 

3. At the end of the play there is meaningless contact from Pollard AFTER the ball is laid in. Pollard gets his fifth foul, Bryant gets a three-point play.  

 

4. Pollard fouls out on a play described by Bill Walton thusly: “Oh, that’s not a foul. I’m sorry.” Shaquille O’Neal goes to the line and makes both free throws.

 

5. With 12 seconds left, Bryant takes an inbounds pass. He runs over Bibby, elbows him in the face, drops him to the hardwood, leaves him with a bloody nose and is awarded two free throws after incidental contact by Doug Christie. It was the phoniest thing I’ve ever seen in a major professional team sport.

 

Sorry NBA, the officiating wasn’t bad that night, it was WWE-like — without the actual script. I thought it was phony at the time and now that Donaghy has said it was pre-determined, it’s hard not to agree.

 

And don’t hand me this, “He’s a convicted felon,” line. If it wasn’t wasn’t for the testimony of convicted felons, the feds would not have taken down a long list of New York, New Jersey, Detroit and Chicago mafia dons.

 

Unless somebody who still has a job talks, we’ll never really know. But frankly, the NBA is a sport I already have trouble watching without a jaundiced eye and after watching that Game 6 from 2002 again, I just can’t conclude that the Association is on the level.

 

Interestingly, the day after the game, Michael Wilbon wrote the following sentence in the Washington Post: “I have never seen officiating in a game of consequence as bad as that in Game 6.”

 

No, Michael, it wasn’t bad. It was a fix. They knew it at the time and they know it today. And this has to be the end of David Stern’s reign.