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Why Are Steroids Bad For Athletes and Fans and Why is Using Them Called Cheating?

As Mark McGwire comes clean and the mutton-headed mainstream media allows Jose Canseco to take shots at him, my Grassroots News publisher Arnold Asham asked the following rhetorical questions (this is a re-working of a Scott Taylor column that was published in Grassroots News in 2008).

“What’s wrong with professional athletes using steroids? And who cares if they do?”

The questions are brilliant in their simplicity and I must admit, I’ve had a lot of trouble trying to come up with an honest, moral and ethical argument against either query.

Let’s start with Question 2: “Who cares if they do?” Evidently nobody. Recently, you couldn’t buy a decent Detroit Tigers ticket (for Grapefruit League or the regular-season schedule) even though four Tigers’ stars at the time, Gary Sheffield, Carlos Guillen, Magglio Ordonez and Ivan Rodriguez, had been linked to steroid use.

Now, on to Question 1: “What’s wrong with professional athletes using steroids?” Well, let me tell you, I’ve heard all the arguments:

“Steroids are bad for you.”

“Using performance enhancing drugs is cheating.”

“It’s not a level playing field if you use steroids.”

OK, but why? No one, not even the king of drug cops, the World Anti-Doping Agency’s former chair Dick Pound has ever been able to answer that question. Pound and his followers have created the bad rap, but they’ve never once given a clear indication as to why steroids are bad.

In November of 2005 in the publication “Virtual Mentor,” the American Medical Association’s Journal of Ethics, Dr. Norman Fost, director of the Program in Medical Ethics at the University of Wisconsin, wrote an article entitled “Steroid Hysteria: Unpacking the Claims.”

He answered the questions Pound and the mainstream media horde have never answered. Although, I would doubt neither Pound nor the mainstream media would have appreciated or agreed with his answers.

“The long campaign to demonize and prohibit the use of anabolic steroids in sports—in the press, by the United States Congress, and by the offices of the leaders of sports—has been so strident and one-sided that a literate person would have little reason to suspect there is another side to the story,” Dr. Fost wrote. “But it is the business of ethics to present justifications for actions, and the claims that have been made for prohibiting the use of anabolic steroids by competent adults appear to be incoherent, disingenuous, hypocritical, and based on bad facts.”

The worst excuse is the one that suggests that because of steroids, the playing field is not level and competition is unfair. That would be true if performance-enhancing drugs were not easily available and if big league athletes didn’t make enough money to pay for them. And these are the same big league athletes who often take “legal” cortisone shots or naproxen sodium pills in order to play while injured. These are the people who eat legal painkillers “like M & Ms” and make regular use of the legal muscle-building supplement, Creatine.

According to Fost, “Competition can be unfair if there is unequal access to such enhancements, but equal access can be achieved more predictably by deregulation than by prohibition. It is hypocritical for leaders in Major League Baseball to trumpet their concern about fair competition in a league that allows one team (the Yankees) to have a payroll three times larger than most of its competitors.”

For years, we’ve heard the argument that taking steroids causes acne on the back, a large, square forehead, loss of hair, shrinking of testicles and, eventually, an early death. As an ethicist, those claims confuse Fost.

“Good ethics starts with good facts, and the claims on this point are, to understate the case, seriously overstated,” he wrote. “Articles abound in the mass media on the life-threatening risks of anabolic steroids: cancer, heart disease, stroke, and so on. What is missing are peer-reviewed articles in scientific journals to support the claims.”

Fost loves to site the case of former Oakland Raiders linebacker Lyle Alzado. According to Fost: “So Lyle Alzado, the NFL all-star, is presented on the front page of the New York Times and the cover of Sports Illustrated because of an alleged steroid-related brain tumor. What is missing is a single article, or evidence, or even a quote from any authority on the topic to support any connection between steroids and Alzado’s tumor.”

Another argument that makes Fost laugh in disgust is the one that suggests anabolics are unnatural and “undermine the essence of sport.”

“This claim seems predicated on the notion that there is some essence of sport. Oh, spare me,” Fost says. “Sports are games, invented by humans, with arbitrary rules that are constantly changing. Since the beginning of recorded history, athletes have used an infinite variety of unnatural assists to enhance performance, from springy shoes to greasy swimsuits, bamboo poles to better bats, and endless chemicals from carb-filled diets to Gatorade drinks. Why is there not a ban on training in high altitudes, or sleeping in a hyperbaric chamber, for the purpose of raising hemoglobin to unnatural levels?”

Here’s another one that gives our University of Wisconsin ethicist indigestion: “Steroids undermine the integrity of sports records.”

“Of all the proposed punishments for Rafael Palmeiro, the Baltimore Orioles slugger who was reported to have tested positive for steroids, the favorite seemed to be to abolish his home run records,” Fost recalled. “The implicit concern is that Babe Ruth or Roger Maris is being unfairly deprived of his place in history. But steroids are only one of many reasons why the old records keep falling. The fences are shorter, the pitching mound is lower, the ball is livelier, the strike zone keeps changing, and so on. The left field fence in Jacobs Field is more than 100 feet closer than it was in Municipal Stadium when it opened in the 1930s, so let’s have some asterisks for home runs at The Jake and every other stadium with shortened fences.”

Everyone will agree that kids shouldn’t use steroids. Kids shouldn’t use any drugs at all, frankly.

And don’t forget, scientific study provides clear proof that beverage alcohol is much worse for you – athlete or non-athlete – than steroids will ever be. Just ask former NHL all-star defenceman Rob Ramage who has gone to jail for four years because he drank too much and drove his car.

Strange but hypocritically true: Beverage alcohol is not only legal, our provincial government advertises it and encourages its use.

We live in a drug-centric society. All you have to do is watch the nightly news shows in the United States and you will see one drug advertisement after another. There is now a drug to get it up, take it down, wake up in the morning, go to sleep at night. There are drugs for acid reflux (burping), for restless leg syndrome (whatever) and too much cholesterol (change your diet). Our society now exists on drugs.

But as Dr. Fost maintains, the media has decided that the use of anabolic steroids in sport should be illegal. Trouble is, no one has made it very clear as to why. How is it that beverage alcohol and prescription painkillers are “good” for us, but muscle-building designer drugs are not?

Personally, I don’t doubt steroids should be outlawed in sport. I’m not sure our publisher, Mr. Asham, would argue that steroids should be outlawed. It’s just that we’d both like someone to give us a good reason why.

Some more things bouncing around inside my skull…

It was quite a week. We watched the Winnipeg Blue Bombers bring in a new quarterback, we headed off to Mankato, Minn., to watch opening day of Minnesota Vikings camp and then headed back to Minneapolis for the Twins-Angels series.

As a result, here are a few more things that went banging around in my brain this past week…

1) Last week, Blue Bombers head coach Mike Kelly was fined $1,000 for verbally abusing the officials in Week 4’s 19-5 loss to Toronto.

The Bombers were so dreadfully awful in that game that I didn’t really notice the officials much, but I will say this: CFL officials are so bad, so rotten, that somebody has to verbally abuse them. Just to keep them awake.

2) It sure didn’t take long for the Bombers to sour on defensive tackle Tyrone Williams and quarterback Richie Wlliams. Even before the team went to Toronto for this past Saturday’s game with the Argos, the two were gone. Released outright.

Wow! There was an awful lot of newspaper space wasted on those two four-week clunkers.

3) Here’s how you beat the Minnesota Twins: Walk Joe Mauer and Justin Morneau every time they come to the plate. Hell, I’ll take my chances with Michael Cuddyer or Jason Kubel.

If you let the “New M&M Boys” hit, they will. They’ll beat you. But if you never face them, they’ll score a couple of runs, but not enough to hurt you. After all, that Twins pitching staff is awful. It’s going to give up 8-12 a game (especially if you’re the Los Angeles Angels) and a couple of Twins runs won’t even dent that.

4) My old friend George Sherrill was traded from the Baltimore Orioles to the Los Angeles Dodgers on Thursday. He didn’t want to go, but he’ll now have a legitimate shot at winning a World Series. Not bad for a guy who spent 2002 and 2003 with the independent Winnipeg Goldeyes.

Asked by the Los Angeles Times after Friday’s game (where he struck out three of the four batters he faced) if he ever saw himself “reaching this point while he was toiling in the independent leagues,” Sherrill said: “I didn’t know what this point was. I just wanted to keep playing. I guess that’s why some girlfriends took off.”

5) There is a great deal of gnashing of teeth these days over “The List.” That’s baseball’s notorious list of people who were voluntarily and anonymously drug tested in 2003. It’s a list with 104 names on it, but only seven names have been leaked.

It’s a list that allows the mob-like mainstream media to continue to attack the game even though the mob-like mainstream media was a big part of the cover-up of steroid us in baseball when Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa were saving the game in 1998.

Because most members of the mainstream media have no idea what steroids are or what they do, they use the leaks from the list to vilify athletes and attack baseball’s credibility.

It’s unfortunate that commissioner Bud Selig is just a liar. He, of course, claimed that the people who agreed to be tested in 2003 would never see the results of those tests and that tests would never be made public. Now, the results are being leaked out bit by bit, most often to the New York Times, by someone who obviously has an agenda.

For the mainstream media, steroid use by athletes is always big news. For baseball fans, however, it’s meaningless. They really don’t care.

In fact, if I’m paying $100 for a ticket (remember, the mainstream media doesn’t pay for tickets and therefore doesn’t know what we’re paying to watch baseball these days), I want my jocks to be 6-foot-8, 300-pounds and have the ability to hit a baseball to the moon. I don’t care if fat, old Babe Ruth, a man who never hit against an African-American pitcher, has all his records broken, I want to be entertained when I pay exorbitant prices to watch a stinkin’ ball game in August.

6) The Ottawa Sun, home of the hopeful and silly Bruce Garrioch, a really nice guy who seems to go out of his way to create trade rumours that don’t exist — and never have — came up with a doozy this weekend. Even TSN and Rogers Sportsnet picked up on the story without checking out anything.

The latest rumour goes like this (and remember, this is the same Bruce Garrioch of the Ottawa Sun who had Vincent Lecavalier going to the Edmonton Oilers, Chris Pronger off to St. Louis, then Chris Pronger off to New Jersey, then Chris Pronger off to Boston, then Chris Pronger off to Toronto, Jay Bouwmeester to Edmonton — sheesh, he loves Edmonton — Scott Niedermayer off to Boston, Evgeni Malkin to the L.A. Kings, Ilya Kovalchuk to Montreal and on and on and on): The San Jose Sharks have offered F Jonathan Cheechoo and D Christian Erhoff to Ottawa in exchange for F Dany Heatley, but the deal won’t take place unless Montreal steps in and sends Mike Cammalleri (the free agent that Bob Gainey just signed) to San Jose to get Patrick Marleau (where did he come from?) and his $6.3 million contract.

The San Jose Mercury News called Sharks GM Doug Wilson. He denied he was interested in making a deal with the Senators. Meanwhile, if Garrioch had checked out the Habs payroll situation, it would become evident to him that the Canadiens couldn’t handle the salary cap hit.

At some point does the mainstream media look at Garrioch and say, “The Sky is Not Falling Today?” Or not? Do they just keep eating this stuff up.

If he was right once…

Things That make You Go, Hmmmmm…

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?

More Stuff Rattling Around in My Head.

I’m in the I-told-you-so mood. And the cranky mood. And the really disgusted mood.

So here’s what’s making me goofy today…

1) The Associated Press wrote a story about Selena Roberts’ book on Alex Rodriguez today. Evidently, A-Rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez, that made-up piece of garbage by a woman who went to the same journalism school as those famous and successful let’s-make-it-up artists, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams, has not been a big seller. Evidently, baseball fans don’t cotton to books filled with hundreds of un-named sources.

Now, in case you forgot, Fainaru-Wada and Williams were the dynamic duo wrote the book Game of Shadows using more than 225 un-named sources. That book turned out to be a very successful effort to vilify Barry Bonds, even though most of it was rubbish (one even two or three un-named sources is acceptable, hundreds make a story rubbish).

Roberts, meanwhile, is the woman who jumped to the wrong conclusion and slandered the lacrosse players at Duke University, only to have all of her vitriol turned to urine by a judge who threw the charges against the players out of court. She never apologized, only wallowed in her hubris — and got better journalism jobs.

Seems now that the rip on A-Rod as fallen on few eyes.According to the AP, the book was published in early May by HarperCollins with an announced first printing of 150,000. It has sold just 16,000 copies so far, according to Nielsen BookScan, which tracks about 75 percent of industry sales. The book sold 11,000 in its first week, then quickly faded. The book “A-Rod” fell off The New York Times‘ hardcover list of nonfiction best sellers after three weeks. According to AP, “As of Wednesday afternoon, the book ranked No. 2,904 on Amazon.com, where even James Frey’s discredited memoir A Million Little Pieces — at 1,776 — is outselling it.

Well, give Frey credit, at least he admitted he made it up. Roberts still hasn’t apologized for her destruction of a bunch of college kids and she won’t apologize for this dreadful bit of fiction.

2) Watched the American Hockey League Calder Cup final game between the Manitoba Moose and Hershey Bears on Tuesday night.

In the third period, the Bears dod not complete a single pass. That’s right, not one pass reached its target without bouncing off another player.

How did the Moose lose three games to these guys?

3) My new hero is Judge Redfield T. Baum. He became my hero with just one comment in that Phoenix courtroom on Tuesday. He told the lawyers for commissioner Gary Bettman and the NHL:

“Don’t tell me that you have ‘expressions of interest.’ It’s obvious to me that there is only one bidder, Mr. Balsillie. Expressions of interest are meaningless.”

The Canadian Press was quite impressed as well: “He (Baum) essentially dismissed the NHL’s assertions of four expressions of interest from potential buyers interested in operating the Coyotes in Phoenix — including Toronto Argonauts owners Howard Sokolowski and David Cynamon, and Chicago White Sox and Bulls owner Jerry Reinsdorf — as little more than hearsay. He added there was only one real offer, that of Balsillie.”

Evidently, Baum has a built-in Bullshit Meter and because he has it, the NHL is in for tough ride.

Selena Roberts joins a growing list of “Let’s Make it All Up,” mainstream media superstars

In this space, we have long railed about the mainstream media mess that was the Duke Lacrosse Case. For those who have forgotten, the Duke Lacrosse Case was a tragic miscarriage of justice fueled and then perpetuated by the mainstream media — particularly the New York Times. In this sad story, an ambitious North Carolina prosecutor named Michael Nifong, railroaded a number of Duke University lacrosse players, by using his pals in the mainstream media to convict the kids long before the charges ever got to trial. He and the media, essentially destroyed their lives.

Of course, the case unravelled, the media looked like a foolish, ignorant mob and Nifong lost his job and his license to practice law.

In the middle of it all was a woman named Selena Roberts who, from her bully pulpit at the New York Times, convicted the young men long before any of the false charges ever reached a court of law. Roberts looked like a hateful, mindless idiot when the smoke cleared, but she never did apologize to the young men, whose lives she personally destroyed, or even to the public, which was duped into believing Nifong was right, the kids were monsters and the hooker at the heart of the phony charges was some saint sent to clean up the mess left by men.

There is a deep, dark, white-hot hole in hell for people like Selena Roberts, but like so many mainstream media monsters before her, she can’t quit spewing the fictional venom. 

Now, she’s decided to destroy the life of baseball player Alex Rodriguez and she’s done a pretty damn good job, too. In a book entitled “A-Rod,” this entitled journalist (how does a hate-filled hack like Roberts get jobs at the New York Times and Sports Illustrated?), Roberts has used more than 115 un-named sources to make Rodriguez look like the worst human being ever to play baseball.

Like her scummy predecessors, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Wlliams, who wrote the books Game of Shadows using more than 225 un-named sources, in their very successful effort to vilify Barry Bonds, Roberts appears to make it all up.

I don’t see any other way to phrase it. When you use that many un-named sources, the only thing you can call it is fiction. Like Fainaru-Wada and Williams, who created a novel so gripping it forced the United States justice department to make up charges against Bonds — charges that have hung in the air for years and have still not resulted in a trial — you’ve done a remarkable job. It was so good, in fact, that Fainaru-Wada got a high-paying job with ESPN as a reward.

Obviously, there is a real benefit to writing fiction and the passing it off as fact. Selena Roberts is the latest mainstream media darling to go down that road and be rewarded for it. I don’t get it, when I wrote my two books, Home Run: The History of the Winnipeg Goldeyes and Canwest Global Park (2005) and the Canadian bestseller, The Winnipeg Jets: A Celebration of Professional Hockey in Winnipeg (2007), my editor wanted nothing less than every quote to be attributed along with dates, times and places, in order to source them all. I guess, when you’re a mainstream media star you can make up quotes and American editors will just blow them off as “un-named sources.”

Fortunately, the American mainstream media, embarrassed by Roberts’ incredible gall, has answered back:

Jason Whitlock of the Kansas City Star wrote on May 2:

Not long ago, sports writer Selena Roberts compared the Duke lacrosse players to gang members and career criminals

She claimed that the players’ unwillingness to confess to or snitch about a rape (that did not happen) was the equivalent of drug dealers and gang members promoting antisnitching campaigns.

When since-disgraced district attorney Mike Nifong whipped up a media posse to rain justice on the drunken, male college students, Roberts jumped on the fastest, most influential horse, using her New York Times column to convict the players and the culture of privilege that created them.

Proven inaccurate, Roberts never wrote a retraction for the columns that contributed to the public lynching of Reade Seligmann, Colin Finnerty and David Evans.

Instead, she moved on to Sports Illustrated, a seat on ESPN’s “The Sports Reporters” and a new target, baseball slugger Alex Rodriguez…

Roberts’ book [about A-Rod] is a long-winded blog. Why it’s being treated as an unimpeachable piece of journalism can only be explained by the cushy position she’s been handed by the New York Times, ESPN and Sports Illustrated and the unchallenged institutional bias found within the elite sports media institutions.

Then, a day or two later, Josh Alper wrote on nbcnewyork.com:

Matt Lauer of “Today” didn’t touch on Roberts’ role in that miserable moment in rushing to judgment (on the Duke lacrosse players) on Monday morning, but he did ask her about the use of anonymous sources, especially if any of them might be telling tall tales to fulfill their own motivations of seeing Rodriguez taken down a peg. Roberts’ response is curious, to say the least.

“But I think there’s not so much jealously as disillusionment because he’s so great, he’s such a great player, he didn’t need any of this,” Roberts told Lauer. ”He didn’t need to embellish anything, he’s a great story in and of himself.”

If, as Roberts’ book alleges, Rodriguez was doing steroids in high school, how is it true that he didn’t need any of this? According to Roberts, he wasn’t embellishing anything. Rather, he was maintaining the steroid use that he started well before stepping foot on a big league diamond. Unless his sixth-grade Little League season was so good that he could have been in the majors right then and there, it is Roberts’ contention that he was never a great player because he was always taking steroids.

And a great story? That’s not evident in what’s been leaked from her book. Stories about A-Rod tipping pitches for the opposition or forcing clubhouse attendants to put toothpaste on his toothbrush are meant to make judgments about Rodriguez’s character. Judgments that all flow from the fact that he used steroids, something that Craig Calcaterra, who hit on Roberts’ Duke connections before Whitlock, quite rightly calls bogus

Those stories, all anonymously sourced, are being roundly rejected by A-Rod’s teammates. Those denials are from Doug Mientkiewicz and Michael Young, which we know because they were willing to put their name behind their words.

As Roberts told Lauer, her use of anonymous sources broke the report of A-Rod’s failed drug test. Every word she writes may be true, but it certainly appears that she’s just as interested in using them to judge A-Rod as a person as she is in finding out if he broke any laws or rules of baseball.  

Selena Roberts’ book on Rodriguez, just like the Bonds’ book before that, is sleazy and yellow and all too typical. Sadly — and Jason Whitlock, among others, know it’s sad — the princes and princesses of the mainstream media milk their hateful, sick fiction for all it’s worth.

Three things rattling around in my cranium…

Yet again, after a hard day at the radio/internet/selling/consulting/newspaper grind, here are three things banging inside my gray matter…

 

(1) In the end, the Minnesota Vikings just didn’t have enough offence on Sunday. Defensively, the Vikings were not embarrassed in that 26-14 loss to the Philadelphia Eagles, but on offence, quarterback Tarvaris Jackson just couldn’t get it done. 

 

However, in fairness, his receivers didn’t do much to get open, and that’s probably because Jackson had virtually no time to throw. On Sunday, the Vikings mediocre offensive line didn’t even reach mediocrity. Jackson went 15-for-35 For 164 yards, no touchdowns and an interception. On Monday and Tuesday, all the pundits in the Twin Cities were calling for his head.

 

And that’s fine, but if the Vikings don’t fix the right side of the offensive line and don’t find a better left tackle than Bryant (Where’d he go?) McKinnie, it won’t matter if the Vikings make a trade to get Peyton Frickin’ Manning next season. Before poor Jackson got set on Sunday, his pocket had already collapsed. That offensive line was embarrassing.

 

Still, overall, it was a good season for the Vikes. Brad Childress isn’t much of a coach and while his offensive line is terrible and his defensive secondary is thin, it’s apparent you can build an offence around Adrian Peterson and Chester Taylor. There might be a future yet.

 

(2) Happy to see Canada beat Sweden 5-1 in the gold medal final at the 2009 IIHF World Junior Men’s Hockey Championship. Somewhat disturbed to see the Swedes live up to every Don Cherry stereotype.

 

I really thought, after Thomas Steen, Nick Lidstrom, Johan Franzen, Tomas Holmstrom, Mats Sundin and Peter Forsberg, that whole “Chicken Swede” thing had gone the way of the dinosaurs. After Monday night’s Canada-Sweden junior final, however, Cherry’s jingoistic rants about “Euro-hockey” might have been true.

 

If your goalie dives whenever someone comes within three strides of his crease and when your players spend every stoppage of play checking for blood, you’ve regressed back to the days when Swedish hockey players were so frightened of Canadians they almost always seemed on the verge of filing assault charges.

 

Sadly, the real gold medal final at the World Junior was Saturday night’s Canada-Russia semi. That was a great game featuring the two best teams in the tournament.

 

(3) Why is it, whenever I turn on a hockey game on Canadian television, I get Mike Milbury? Milbury is a Yank who singlehandedly destroyed the New York Islanders franchise, now he’s telling Canadians how the game should be played. Thank gawd for the mute button.

 

To make matters worse this week, former Detroit Lions president and franchise destroyer Matt Millen is now a TV football analyst and on Monday, he told the New York Times that he liked his new job. He also told the Times, he didn’t regret one thing about his eight seasons ruining the Detroit Lions and if he had to do it over again, he’d do it exactly the same way. That’s a moronic statement.

 

Sadly, that’s what passes for a TV football analyst these days.

 

Again, thank gawd for the mute button. 

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.