Welcome to the Early Summer Edition of the list of songs that are annoying the crap out of me. You’d think that there would be a lot of popular songs on this list, and you’d be wrong, because I don’t watch videos and I don’t listen to any radio stations that play any of the crap that we all know would really piss me off, like “Tatted Up” or the Usher/R. Kelly collabo that I still have yet to hear. My listening to those stations wouldn’t be a good thing for me or you. Or them, for that matter, because that could be the final tic that sends me over the edge. But these songs are the ones that have found their way into my headspace, despite my best efforts to keep them out.
Lost Without You – Robin Thicke
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a bad song. Quite the contrary, in fact. It’s just a victim of what radio stations always do with a good song: Actively try to make you hate it. What’s most impressive here is, I only listen to the radio for an hour in the morning every day and they’ve still managed to make me want to drive my car into oncoming traffic every time it comes on. The radio stations must be able to detect my nausea, so they alternate it every morning with the next song on this list…
Please Don’t Go – Tank
And really, I wish he would go. I know it’s a hackneyed joke, but dammit, I’m sick of this song. I never even thought it was that good in the first place. Now, this is the first time I’ve ever actually listened to Tank. When he first came out, he happened to be a victim of the Great R&B Boycott of the late 90s. But having listened to him, I’m just not that impressed. Being a child of the 80s and early 90s, I quickly grew tired of hearing grown men whine when Keith Sweat came out, so you can see why hearing this man screech the words “please don’t go” over and over could tend to grate on my nerves just a little. Let me just lay this question out there: With a name like “Tank,” does anyone else think he should sound like Teddy P or is it just me?
Right Now – Pussycat Dolls
And don’t think that this is the last time they’re going to show up on this list. As far as this song goes, I don’t even know if there’s more to the song than the hook, because that’s the only part ABC ever plays. Obviously, for reasons beyond the ken of my understanding, nothing says “playoff basketball” like a Pussycat Dolls song. It must be nice to live in the fantasy world of the marketing executive. Last year, it was Tom Petty (I think) and this year, the Pussycat Dolls. I’m willing to bet that every year, they just put their iPod on shuffle and pick the 12th song that it plays. Why 12th? I guess for the same reasons that you’d play the Pussycat Dolls during a basketball game.
Don’t Cha – Pussycat Dolls
When the promise of a Busta Rhymes verse couldn’t get me to stomach this song again, you knew it was in trouble. And it’s not like anyone could take a song seriously when it contained a line like “Don’t cha wish your girl was a freak like me?” There could be worse lines, but I don’t know because I’ve only heard it once. After a while, the song went away, but in a strange turn of events, it was remade by someone else less than a year later, inserted into a beer commercial and played during basketball games, where I wouldn’t be able to escape from it. Anyone who’s familiar with remakes can probably back me up here: Hearing the remake automatically makes me revert back to the original song. Except in this case, the original song sucks, too. Why would you do a crappy remake of a song that wasn’t good to begin with, not even a year after it came out? And why am I being punished with it during every commercial break? I already have to open and close the commercial breaks with “Right Now,” and somewhere in there, the remake of “Don’t Cha” gets played, because Heineken just couldn’t do any better. It’s the kind of conundrum that could just make your head explode.
Irreplaceable – Beyonce
You know what, Bianca? I’ve tried to be nice to you over the years. When you were with Destiny’s Child, I didn’t get on you too much for the fact that out of six or seven total members, you were the only one who couldn’t dance. Hell, I can’t dance, either. I tried (and failed miserably) to get past your squealing phase during “Writing’s on the Wall.” I even wrote you a letter of support back when everyone else seemed to hate you. And when you and Jay-Z got together, I tried to embrace you just because it would make things easier between the three of us. But I just can’t live this lie anymore. I just don’t like you. And clearly, you don’t like me. I say this because you keep putting out songs that annoy the crap out of me AND singing them in a way that makes me want to punch the radio every time I hear your voice. “Irreplaceable” was the last straw. I hate this song, cannot escape it, and I don’t even listen to radio stations that play it.
Remember The Name – Fort Minor
This song has been in my life for the last two or three years, and I’ve actually prayed that the meteor that’s going to kill us all would hit before someone else could use this song in something sports related. I don’t even think Fort Minor had another song besides this one, but who needs one when you’ve got endless royalties coming from a modest hit (and that’s being kind) that’s forever being supported by unimaginative monkeys in the production department? It was a smart move to use it for TNT’s NBA coverage…in 2004-05. Then, the TV series “Friday Night Lights” decided to use it for their promotion, which was constant. Then “Gridiron Gang” decided to use it for its promotion, which was also constant. Apparently, TV and movie execs don’t know how to promote in any other way besides “driving you to suicide.” And when you factor in that TNT is STILL using that song in 2007, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone reading when I say that if I ever see anyone from Fort Minor in Decatur (and actually recognize them), I’ll finally be able to add the first notch to my “Celebrities I Ran Over With My Car” belt.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
A Short Missive About the Hate Crime Bill
There are people out there who are against the changes to the Hate Crime bill that add gay people to this list of people who fall under its protection. They claim that it infringes on their right to oppose homosexuality.
My bad...I wasn't aware that opening someone's skull with a cinder block was an expression of free speech.
Come on, people. You can't be serious.
No one's saying that you gotta like gay people or have them over for dinner. You can not like them all you want to. You just can't light them on fire or hang them from trees or shoot them for allegedly whistling at you. I don't see how that's hard to do. Since when did it become a struggle not to engage in violence?
It's that line of thinking that has the law there in the first place. Apparently, bigots haven't learned much since the law was first enacted to help protect black people. I mean, it's not like these people are doing anything to you. Other than, you know...existing and living their lives. I mean, how dare they?
I understand a lot of people don't agree with the law in the first place, as they say that it makes some crimes more illegal than others. Then again, when a bunch of dudes jump in a truck to go attack someone who didn't even do anything other than enjoy sucking dick in the privacy of his own home...well, I'd say that's a special kind of crime that deserves a special kind of penalty.
Gay people deserve special protection mainly because a whole lot of you can't seem to keep control when you see one. The problem isn't with them. It's with you. Because if you look at a gay person and can't control your completely-made-up urge to tie them to the back of your truck, I'd say you're probably secretly gay yourself.
My bad...I wasn't aware that opening someone's skull with a cinder block was an expression of free speech.
Come on, people. You can't be serious.
No one's saying that you gotta like gay people or have them over for dinner. You can not like them all you want to. You just can't light them on fire or hang them from trees or shoot them for allegedly whistling at you. I don't see how that's hard to do. Since when did it become a struggle not to engage in violence?
It's that line of thinking that has the law there in the first place. Apparently, bigots haven't learned much since the law was first enacted to help protect black people. I mean, it's not like these people are doing anything to you. Other than, you know...existing and living their lives. I mean, how dare they?
I understand a lot of people don't agree with the law in the first place, as they say that it makes some crimes more illegal than others. Then again, when a bunch of dudes jump in a truck to go attack someone who didn't even do anything other than enjoy sucking dick in the privacy of his own home...well, I'd say that's a special kind of crime that deserves a special kind of penalty.
Gay people deserve special protection mainly because a whole lot of you can't seem to keep control when you see one. The problem isn't with them. It's with you. Because if you look at a gay person and can't control your completely-made-up urge to tie them to the back of your truck, I'd say you're probably secretly gay yourself.
Keep Snitchin'
Please…snitch more.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve never understood the “Stop Snitching” Movement. So, you’re telling me that if a person commits a crime right in front of me, I shouldn’t help that person find their rightful jail cell? You’re telling me that they’re somehow right in their actions?
From what I’ve been able to understand, it’s supposed to be a black thing. But I don’t feel that way. No, I don’t entirely trust the cops. THAT is a black thing. But if it comes down to the person that’s selling drugs on my block versus the people who are paid to arrest people who sell drugs on my block, then guess which side I’m siding with?
And I don’t see anything wrong with that. It’s not like the drug dealer is my friend. I’m not telling on him, I’m doing what I can to help my community. I don’t know about that guy’s life and I truly don’t care, because, well…he’s selling drugs. I wasn’t aware that I should be sympathetic. It’s not like he’s doing it to help improve the neighborhood. The money he makes isn’t going back into the community.
Maybe I’m missing the point here.
Of course, there’s the thing about criminals “snitching” on other criminals. Somehow, that’s supposed to be wrong, but let’s look at this: Both sides are doing illegal stuff. Neither side has morals. But there’s supposed to be some kind of honor amongst thieves? Seriously, you shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, how could you not see it coming? Let’s face it, you’re probably not friends and even if you are, how can you really trust someone who robs, steals, or kills for a living? You’re the fool for getting in the mix with him in the first place.
What’s funny is, the “Stop Snitching” Movement was popularized by a series of DVDs and T-Shirts put out by a company called “Let Us Live Entertainment.” That name kills me, because they’re called Let Us Live, but they want to live on the pain and death of others. Why can’t you “Let THEM Live?”
There are people out there wearing these shirts into courtrooms, trying to intimidate witnesses who are testifying against known murderers. Now, I don’t know any murderers, but should you ever kill anyone, your best bet is not to tell me about it. I might tell, I might not, but I will tell you to do the right thing and turn yourself in. However, don’t be surprised if I testify against you. You did wrong. You know you did wrong. You can’t really expect me not to tell what I know. If you were a real friend, you wouldn’t expect me to risk myself to protect you. I would never ask a friend to do that for me. I don’t think a real friend would let a person go on thinking that they’re right for doing something wrong. Maybe it’s because I’m one of those rare people who prefer to know the truth.
Thing is, this disconnect that we have between the cops and black people has nothing to do with criminals and everything to do with the fact that cops in black neighborhoods were not there to protect the citizens. But criminals and hip-hop have taken a justifiable concern and perverted it so they can get over. And they’ve convinced a healthy number of you dumb motherfuckers to act like it’s the right thing to do.
They aren’t united with you. This isn’t a new “black movement.” It’s some dumb shit that’s holding us back as a people. Plain and simple. The drug dealers in your neighborhood don’t give a hell about you. The dude that’s robbing houses don’t give a hell about you. Every black man in jail is NOT a political prisoner or falsely accused. Stupid ass rappers like Cam’ron…I don’t know why you’d listen to him, anyway. First of all, this is a cat that prefers the respect of teenagers to his own peers. Secondly, he said to Anderson Cooper that he wouldn’t rat on a serial killer living next door. He said he’d move.
That shit ain’t noble. Because when the serial killer gets someone at YOUR house, and you find out that Cam’ron knew he was there and moved away instead of telling (his words, not mine), do you really think that you’re gonna be talking all that “Code of the Street” noise then? Do you really believe that you won’t tell the cops that you saw a dude come through your window with an ax and get to swinging? If you won’t, then you’s a stupid motherfucker. We’ll see if you call them when that guy comes back. Meanwhile, Cam’ron has moved, ‘cause he can afford it. Across the hall, you’re wiping up your relatives with paper towels.
Oh, my bad. You can’t clean it up yet, because it’s still fresh evidence.
Fuck the “Stop Snitching” movement.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve never understood the “Stop Snitching” Movement. So, you’re telling me that if a person commits a crime right in front of me, I shouldn’t help that person find their rightful jail cell? You’re telling me that they’re somehow right in their actions?
From what I’ve been able to understand, it’s supposed to be a black thing. But I don’t feel that way. No, I don’t entirely trust the cops. THAT is a black thing. But if it comes down to the person that’s selling drugs on my block versus the people who are paid to arrest people who sell drugs on my block, then guess which side I’m siding with?
And I don’t see anything wrong with that. It’s not like the drug dealer is my friend. I’m not telling on him, I’m doing what I can to help my community. I don’t know about that guy’s life and I truly don’t care, because, well…he’s selling drugs. I wasn’t aware that I should be sympathetic. It’s not like he’s doing it to help improve the neighborhood. The money he makes isn’t going back into the community.
Maybe I’m missing the point here.
Of course, there’s the thing about criminals “snitching” on other criminals. Somehow, that’s supposed to be wrong, but let’s look at this: Both sides are doing illegal stuff. Neither side has morals. But there’s supposed to be some kind of honor amongst thieves? Seriously, you shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, how could you not see it coming? Let’s face it, you’re probably not friends and even if you are, how can you really trust someone who robs, steals, or kills for a living? You’re the fool for getting in the mix with him in the first place.
What’s funny is, the “Stop Snitching” Movement was popularized by a series of DVDs and T-Shirts put out by a company called “Let Us Live Entertainment.” That name kills me, because they’re called Let Us Live, but they want to live on the pain and death of others. Why can’t you “Let THEM Live?”
There are people out there wearing these shirts into courtrooms, trying to intimidate witnesses who are testifying against known murderers. Now, I don’t know any murderers, but should you ever kill anyone, your best bet is not to tell me about it. I might tell, I might not, but I will tell you to do the right thing and turn yourself in. However, don’t be surprised if I testify against you. You did wrong. You know you did wrong. You can’t really expect me not to tell what I know. If you were a real friend, you wouldn’t expect me to risk myself to protect you. I would never ask a friend to do that for me. I don’t think a real friend would let a person go on thinking that they’re right for doing something wrong. Maybe it’s because I’m one of those rare people who prefer to know the truth.
Thing is, this disconnect that we have between the cops and black people has nothing to do with criminals and everything to do with the fact that cops in black neighborhoods were not there to protect the citizens. But criminals and hip-hop have taken a justifiable concern and perverted it so they can get over. And they’ve convinced a healthy number of you dumb motherfuckers to act like it’s the right thing to do.
They aren’t united with you. This isn’t a new “black movement.” It’s some dumb shit that’s holding us back as a people. Plain and simple. The drug dealers in your neighborhood don’t give a hell about you. The dude that’s robbing houses don’t give a hell about you. Every black man in jail is NOT a political prisoner or falsely accused. Stupid ass rappers like Cam’ron…I don’t know why you’d listen to him, anyway. First of all, this is a cat that prefers the respect of teenagers to his own peers. Secondly, he said to Anderson Cooper that he wouldn’t rat on a serial killer living next door. He said he’d move.
That shit ain’t noble. Because when the serial killer gets someone at YOUR house, and you find out that Cam’ron knew he was there and moved away instead of telling (his words, not mine), do you really think that you’re gonna be talking all that “Code of the Street” noise then? Do you really believe that you won’t tell the cops that you saw a dude come through your window with an ax and get to swinging? If you won’t, then you’s a stupid motherfucker. We’ll see if you call them when that guy comes back. Meanwhile, Cam’ron has moved, ‘cause he can afford it. Across the hall, you’re wiping up your relatives with paper towels.
Oh, my bad. You can’t clean it up yet, because it’s still fresh evidence.
Fuck the “Stop Snitching” movement.
The Moron Lexicon: Unconscious Racism
(this is at least a couple of months old. Just bear with me.)
A new term has come to my attention that describes the supposed unintentional bigotry by people who don’t know that they’re doing it. It’s called “unconscious racism,” and we need to nip this in the bud right now.
Don’t invent words to excuse people who get caught tucking in their Klan robes. I don’t know how long this term has been around, but it popped up in my life during “Paula Zahn Now,” while she was covering this mess at Clemson with that party with the white kids dressed like “black people.” This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of this happening, but there’s smoke in the city right now, mainly because white people are doing damage control before black people really get started.
The white kids claim that they didn’t know that they were offending anyone. I’ve tried to claim that I didn’t know that women don’t like to have their breasts fondled and called “chesticles” at work, but that doesn’t mean anyone believed it. It’s why I’m out of a job now. And if I had to go down for that, then some spoiled white kids should have to do the same for making elaborate black jokes when there are no black people around.
And that’s one of the reasons why I know that they knew what they were doing. They saw to it that there would be no black people there. Claiming ignorance is like claiming that you didn’t know that Indian people don’t like it when you push the red dot on their foreheads. Punjab isn’t going to be any happier with you than Leroy is.
If you didn’t know that you were going to offend someone, why did you do it on Martin Luther King’s birthday? You couldn’t have thought that we were going to be happy about the whole thing. And if you did, I guess Clemson has lower admissions standards than I thought. Only a person who regularly eats paste could be that stupid.
And even throwing all of that out of the window, let’s be real here. You are grown-ass college students. You go to a major university. There are black people there and chances are, these aren’t the first black people you’ve ever met. Some of you have caught the beating of a lifetime after saying the word “nigger.” So you know better. If you know why you shouldn’t say “nigger,” then you know not to dress up like that where they can see you. By planning, throwing, and attending that party, you have said more about who you really are than your half-ass apologies ever could. If you weren’t bigoted in some way, you wouldn’t have even been there. You would have thought to yourself, “this is some racist bullshit,” and stayed your ass at home.
But that’s not what you did. You and all your cracker-white friends got together, put on some “urban wear,” stuffed your flat-backsides with pillows to add some shape to your body, and one of you even had the nerve to dress up in blackface. You probably talked in slang and played rap music the whole night. And it was jolly good fun, wasn’t it?
The ironic part is, you really do listen to our music, wear our clothes, subvert our culture, wish that you had big dicks and shapely asses, full lips, curly hair, rhythm, and darker skin. You wish that your people were viewed as the purveyors of what is “cool.” You wish that your people weren’t viewed as the cause of all that’s wrong in this world. You wish that you could say the “n-word.”
Well, for one night, you got your wish. If there was any real justice, you’d get dealt with as harshly as we would if the shoe was on the other foot. If there was any real justice, you’d get the kind of punishment that a gang of us would have gotten if we had showed up at that party and saw what your asses were up to.
Here’s a tip for next time you want to express your “unconscious racism:” Don’t take pictures and post them on a website. That’s just asking for trouble.
“Unconscious racism.” That’s about as ridiculous as “trustworthy Catholic priest,” or “rock music that you can dance to.” Or, of course, “daylights.”
A new term has come to my attention that describes the supposed unintentional bigotry by people who don’t know that they’re doing it. It’s called “unconscious racism,” and we need to nip this in the bud right now.
Don’t invent words to excuse people who get caught tucking in their Klan robes. I don’t know how long this term has been around, but it popped up in my life during “Paula Zahn Now,” while she was covering this mess at Clemson with that party with the white kids dressed like “black people.” This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of this happening, but there’s smoke in the city right now, mainly because white people are doing damage control before black people really get started.
The white kids claim that they didn’t know that they were offending anyone. I’ve tried to claim that I didn’t know that women don’t like to have their breasts fondled and called “chesticles” at work, but that doesn’t mean anyone believed it. It’s why I’m out of a job now. And if I had to go down for that, then some spoiled white kids should have to do the same for making elaborate black jokes when there are no black people around.
And that’s one of the reasons why I know that they knew what they were doing. They saw to it that there would be no black people there. Claiming ignorance is like claiming that you didn’t know that Indian people don’t like it when you push the red dot on their foreheads. Punjab isn’t going to be any happier with you than Leroy is.
If you didn’t know that you were going to offend someone, why did you do it on Martin Luther King’s birthday? You couldn’t have thought that we were going to be happy about the whole thing. And if you did, I guess Clemson has lower admissions standards than I thought. Only a person who regularly eats paste could be that stupid.
And even throwing all of that out of the window, let’s be real here. You are grown-ass college students. You go to a major university. There are black people there and chances are, these aren’t the first black people you’ve ever met. Some of you have caught the beating of a lifetime after saying the word “nigger.” So you know better. If you know why you shouldn’t say “nigger,” then you know not to dress up like that where they can see you. By planning, throwing, and attending that party, you have said more about who you really are than your half-ass apologies ever could. If you weren’t bigoted in some way, you wouldn’t have even been there. You would have thought to yourself, “this is some racist bullshit,” and stayed your ass at home.
But that’s not what you did. You and all your cracker-white friends got together, put on some “urban wear,” stuffed your flat-backsides with pillows to add some shape to your body, and one of you even had the nerve to dress up in blackface. You probably talked in slang and played rap music the whole night. And it was jolly good fun, wasn’t it?
The ironic part is, you really do listen to our music, wear our clothes, subvert our culture, wish that you had big dicks and shapely asses, full lips, curly hair, rhythm, and darker skin. You wish that your people were viewed as the purveyors of what is “cool.” You wish that your people weren’t viewed as the cause of all that’s wrong in this world. You wish that you could say the “n-word.”
Well, for one night, you got your wish. If there was any real justice, you’d get dealt with as harshly as we would if the shoe was on the other foot. If there was any real justice, you’d get the kind of punishment that a gang of us would have gotten if we had showed up at that party and saw what your asses were up to.
Here’s a tip for next time you want to express your “unconscious racism:” Don’t take pictures and post them on a website. That’s just asking for trouble.
“Unconscious racism.” That’s about as ridiculous as “trustworthy Catholic priest,” or “rock music that you can dance to.” Or, of course, “daylights.”
Prayer is NOT the answer
(written a couple of days after the VT shootings...I know it's dated now)
Okay, maybe that’s a bit extreme.
But, in the wake of the Virginia Tech massacre, the bible-thumpers have been out in force. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like to be force-fed religion in the face of a national tragedy.
I know a lot of people look to religion for comfort in times of duress. I know there are people out there who believe that religion is the thing to cure all ills. I know a lot of people find all the answers that they’re looking for in their religious texts. I am not one of those people.
I’m the kind of person who asks questions like, “Why isn’t there an alternative option to women,” or “Can my voice get stuck like that if I inhale too much helium?” I haven’t read either the Bible or the Koran in their entirety, but it’s a safe bet that they haven’t addressed those topics yet. Nope, not even in the back. And if your answer is ever “Because it is the will of God,” I’m telling you flat out, your answer isn’t good enough.
So I’m sure you can see why I might get a slight bit annoyed when this lady called into the Steve Harvey show the other day and said that this happened because we don’t have prayer in schools. This led to a discussion about how Billy Graham’s daughter said something that Steve Harvey and Co. found to be extremely profound. After Hurricane Katrina, this lady got on TV or radio or something (I don’t know, because I don’t listen to the relatives of crackpots too much), and said something to the effect of, “if you ask God to get out of your schools and government and etc, etc, you can’t get mad at him when stuff like this happens.”
So to someone like me, I wonder, how is this helping? Aren’t you supposed to be comforting, say….someone? I don’t think that the destruction of an entire coastal area is the time to remind us all that you believe that your God is an omnipotent child who says, “I’ll show you.”
Steve Harvey and crew, being the religious type, bought into that mess. Me, I think she’s full of it.
Pat Robertson had comments like this in the wake of September 11, basically blaming America for what happened, by saying being nice to gay people caused 19 loons pretend that they were in a real life Jerry Bruckheimer movie. Not only do I think Pat Robertson is crazy, I also think that comments like that are irresponsible and anyone who takes him seriously shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. Again, how is that helping the situation? Weren’t you watching the same newscast as I was? You had to be, because it was literally on every channel.
So listening to this lady on Steve Harvey’s show blather on about how we need prayer in schools and not to take “In God We Trust” off of the money and to essentially ignore the separation of church and state, and to have Steve and Tommy agree with her, needless to say, I was ready to call into the show myself and curse at all of them.
Let’s be adults here. If a guy decides that he needs to shoot up 32 people to feel better about his life, then kill himself, having prayer in schools and God’s name on our money isn’t really gonna help too much. Clearly, the guy was unstable, and according to reports that I’ve seen, had a problem dealing with rejection. The solution to THAT is good parenting and in extreme cases, counseling. All having prayer in schools is gonna do is piss some people off. Like, roughly half the country.
As far as “In God We Trust” is concerned, I don’t believe that was even always on the money. I don’t know for certain, but I do know that the Founding Fathers of this country weren’t necessarily Christians. They were agnostic, at best and in some cases, flat out atheists. There was a reason for the separation of church and state. I know that we didn’t start adding God’s name to the pledge of allegiance until the 40s and that was a political move, to contrast ourselves against the atheistic Communists. So don’t act like government moving away from religion is the root of all of our problems. If anything, we’re doing things more like we were supposed to, to begin with.
It just bothers me that people will take this situation as an opportunity to try to convert people or the take shots at the rest of us for not drinking the Kool-Aid that they’re serving. I think it’s uncalled for and really, it stinks of childishness. You might as well be making faces at us with your thumbs in your ears, going “neener, neener, neener.” Either way, you’re being about as sensitive to the feelings of others.
You want to do something helpful? Just say a prayer for those who lost their lives and their families. Try being an example for the positive things that your religion could bring if you weren’t busy being so damn negative. Maybe if you did that, your religion wouldn’t be cast in such a negative light so much.
Go pray on that.
Okay, maybe that’s a bit extreme.
But, in the wake of the Virginia Tech massacre, the bible-thumpers have been out in force. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like to be force-fed religion in the face of a national tragedy.
I know a lot of people look to religion for comfort in times of duress. I know there are people out there who believe that religion is the thing to cure all ills. I know a lot of people find all the answers that they’re looking for in their religious texts. I am not one of those people.
I’m the kind of person who asks questions like, “Why isn’t there an alternative option to women,” or “Can my voice get stuck like that if I inhale too much helium?” I haven’t read either the Bible or the Koran in their entirety, but it’s a safe bet that they haven’t addressed those topics yet. Nope, not even in the back. And if your answer is ever “Because it is the will of God,” I’m telling you flat out, your answer isn’t good enough.
So I’m sure you can see why I might get a slight bit annoyed when this lady called into the Steve Harvey show the other day and said that this happened because we don’t have prayer in schools. This led to a discussion about how Billy Graham’s daughter said something that Steve Harvey and Co. found to be extremely profound. After Hurricane Katrina, this lady got on TV or radio or something (I don’t know, because I don’t listen to the relatives of crackpots too much), and said something to the effect of, “if you ask God to get out of your schools and government and etc, etc, you can’t get mad at him when stuff like this happens.”
So to someone like me, I wonder, how is this helping? Aren’t you supposed to be comforting, say….someone? I don’t think that the destruction of an entire coastal area is the time to remind us all that you believe that your God is an omnipotent child who says, “I’ll show you.”
Steve Harvey and crew, being the religious type, bought into that mess. Me, I think she’s full of it.
Pat Robertson had comments like this in the wake of September 11, basically blaming America for what happened, by saying being nice to gay people caused 19 loons pretend that they were in a real life Jerry Bruckheimer movie. Not only do I think Pat Robertson is crazy, I also think that comments like that are irresponsible and anyone who takes him seriously shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. Again, how is that helping the situation? Weren’t you watching the same newscast as I was? You had to be, because it was literally on every channel.
So listening to this lady on Steve Harvey’s show blather on about how we need prayer in schools and not to take “In God We Trust” off of the money and to essentially ignore the separation of church and state, and to have Steve and Tommy agree with her, needless to say, I was ready to call into the show myself and curse at all of them.
Let’s be adults here. If a guy decides that he needs to shoot up 32 people to feel better about his life, then kill himself, having prayer in schools and God’s name on our money isn’t really gonna help too much. Clearly, the guy was unstable, and according to reports that I’ve seen, had a problem dealing with rejection. The solution to THAT is good parenting and in extreme cases, counseling. All having prayer in schools is gonna do is piss some people off. Like, roughly half the country.
As far as “In God We Trust” is concerned, I don’t believe that was even always on the money. I don’t know for certain, but I do know that the Founding Fathers of this country weren’t necessarily Christians. They were agnostic, at best and in some cases, flat out atheists. There was a reason for the separation of church and state. I know that we didn’t start adding God’s name to the pledge of allegiance until the 40s and that was a political move, to contrast ourselves against the atheistic Communists. So don’t act like government moving away from religion is the root of all of our problems. If anything, we’re doing things more like we were supposed to, to begin with.
It just bothers me that people will take this situation as an opportunity to try to convert people or the take shots at the rest of us for not drinking the Kool-Aid that they’re serving. I think it’s uncalled for and really, it stinks of childishness. You might as well be making faces at us with your thumbs in your ears, going “neener, neener, neener.” Either way, you’re being about as sensitive to the feelings of others.
You want to do something helpful? Just say a prayer for those who lost their lives and their families. Try being an example for the positive things that your religion could bring if you weren’t busy being so damn negative. Maybe if you did that, your religion wouldn’t be cast in such a negative light so much.
Go pray on that.
Friends Don't Let Friends Do Dumb Shit
Michael Vick has thrown his friends and family members under the bus over this dog-fighting stuff happening on property that he owns. Niggas everywhere are thinking (most likely, I assume, because I don’t really deal with niggas) that he sold out his people and blah blah blah, stop snitching.
I say, go on Mike. Keep snitching.
Recently, with the talk about Cam’ron being on 60 Minutes, follow up comments by one of the members of dead prez, a lifetime’s worth of police run-ins by NFL players Adam “Pacman” Jones and Chris Henry, and now this, I gotta tell you, I’m tired of the “Stop Snitching” movement. I’m tired of the “Code of the Street.” Can we go ahead and start the “Code of the Suburbs?” It usually involved calling the cops when the shit goes down.
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not saying that if you know someone involved in some mess that you should tell on him. And I’m definitely not saying that the cops are always right. Hell, the way cops are shooting black people around here, I’m not so certain if I’d call them myself. Like that Dave Chappelle joke, they might say, “He’s still here!” and beat me in my own house.
But in the case of Michael Vick, his cousin was busted on Vick’s property with a bunch of dogs that he might have been using for dogfights. Vick has to not only distance himself from this, and shady family members, but at this stage of the game, sell them out if he needs to. Why? Because those people don’t have anything to lose.
That’s what the friends of these athletes don’t understand. I know, I know, you came up together and that’s your boy and ya’ll were poor together and now that ya’ll are rich, it’s you against the world. Ride or die and all that shit. I got it. But what’s being missed is ya’ll ain’t rich. He’s rich. And that “richness” can be taken away even faster than he got it. Just look at Pacman Jones, who will lose about 1.5 million dollars by being suspended for the entire upcoming season. The final straw for him was being involved in a strip club shooting that left a man paralyzed.
So the moral here is, just because you boy has a little paper doesn’t mean that you are untouchable. And when your boy goes down, what then? Are you gonna pick up the slack? Will you be there to kick in $750,000 that you just have lying around?
Of course not, because that guy was your meal ticket and any money that you had was actually his. If you had any useful or marketable skills, you wouldn’t be mooching off of him. All you are is part of his entourage, which is a nice way of calling you an “accepted groupie,” or even his “personal bitch.” It all reminds me of Damon Wayans’ friends in “The Great White Hype.”
So while you have a vested interest in his future (because the money that you’re throwing at strippers just isn’t gonna fall out of the sky), you certainly don’t have anything to lose. And if you were a true friend at all, you wouldn’t be encouraging him to get involved in stupid stuff. And you certainly wouldn’t be staging dogfights in his house.
So to bottom line all this, Michael Vick has millions on the line here. Michael Vick has a career on the line here. Michael Vick has a reputation (sullied though it may be) on the line here. Most importantly, even though he has great lawyers, Michael Vick’s freedom could ultimately be on the line here. You, Davon Boddie, won’t lose anything, except the opportunity to have Vick’s weed man on speed dial.
You are not anyone. You use Michael Vick’s name to pick up women at the club.
To all the friends of celebrities and athletes: They still have things to accomplish. Their future is bright. Their possibilities are endless. Your life peaked that day at the outlet mall after they signed their first deal. See the difference? If you screw something up, you take the bullet. No one outside of your family will care if you go to jail, but it will be firestorm if he goes to jail. Be a true friend and help keep them away from stuff like that. You should have been trying to do that anyway, even if they were broke.
That is, if you are a true friend. Or maybe I’m just wasting my breath here, because niggas don’t read.
I say, go on Mike. Keep snitching.
Recently, with the talk about Cam’ron being on 60 Minutes, follow up comments by one of the members of dead prez, a lifetime’s worth of police run-ins by NFL players Adam “Pacman” Jones and Chris Henry, and now this, I gotta tell you, I’m tired of the “Stop Snitching” movement. I’m tired of the “Code of the Street.” Can we go ahead and start the “Code of the Suburbs?” It usually involved calling the cops when the shit goes down.
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not saying that if you know someone involved in some mess that you should tell on him. And I’m definitely not saying that the cops are always right. Hell, the way cops are shooting black people around here, I’m not so certain if I’d call them myself. Like that Dave Chappelle joke, they might say, “He’s still here!” and beat me in my own house.
But in the case of Michael Vick, his cousin was busted on Vick’s property with a bunch of dogs that he might have been using for dogfights. Vick has to not only distance himself from this, and shady family members, but at this stage of the game, sell them out if he needs to. Why? Because those people don’t have anything to lose.
That’s what the friends of these athletes don’t understand. I know, I know, you came up together and that’s your boy and ya’ll were poor together and now that ya’ll are rich, it’s you against the world. Ride or die and all that shit. I got it. But what’s being missed is ya’ll ain’t rich. He’s rich. And that “richness” can be taken away even faster than he got it. Just look at Pacman Jones, who will lose about 1.5 million dollars by being suspended for the entire upcoming season. The final straw for him was being involved in a strip club shooting that left a man paralyzed.
So the moral here is, just because you boy has a little paper doesn’t mean that you are untouchable. And when your boy goes down, what then? Are you gonna pick up the slack? Will you be there to kick in $750,000 that you just have lying around?
Of course not, because that guy was your meal ticket and any money that you had was actually his. If you had any useful or marketable skills, you wouldn’t be mooching off of him. All you are is part of his entourage, which is a nice way of calling you an “accepted groupie,” or even his “personal bitch.” It all reminds me of Damon Wayans’ friends in “The Great White Hype.”
So while you have a vested interest in his future (because the money that you’re throwing at strippers just isn’t gonna fall out of the sky), you certainly don’t have anything to lose. And if you were a true friend at all, you wouldn’t be encouraging him to get involved in stupid stuff. And you certainly wouldn’t be staging dogfights in his house.
So to bottom line all this, Michael Vick has millions on the line here. Michael Vick has a career on the line here. Michael Vick has a reputation (sullied though it may be) on the line here. Most importantly, even though he has great lawyers, Michael Vick’s freedom could ultimately be on the line here. You, Davon Boddie, won’t lose anything, except the opportunity to have Vick’s weed man on speed dial.
You are not anyone. You use Michael Vick’s name to pick up women at the club.
To all the friends of celebrities and athletes: They still have things to accomplish. Their future is bright. Their possibilities are endless. Your life peaked that day at the outlet mall after they signed their first deal. See the difference? If you screw something up, you take the bullet. No one outside of your family will care if you go to jail, but it will be firestorm if he goes to jail. Be a true friend and help keep them away from stuff like that. You should have been trying to do that anyway, even if they were broke.
That is, if you are a true friend. Or maybe I’m just wasting my breath here, because niggas don’t read.
Monday, January 29, 2007
I Can't Believe I Rented It - Superman Returns
The following might be offensive to gay people. Just know that it's nothing against you, I really just don't like Bryan Singer. That is all.
"I didn't know it were possible for one movie to suck the balls of another until I saw "Superman Returns." Actually, it shouldn't surprise me that this movie had that ability, judging by the alleged ball-sucking skills of its allegedly homosexual director, Bryan Singer. Allegedly."
Those were my original thoughts as the opening credits rolled across the screen. Okay, so my thoughts read like I was writing them for a column. So what? The point is, I was judging the movie before it got started. And let's face it, it's hard not to do that the movie can't get through the opening credits without ripping off a movie from 1977.
And I knew Bryan Singer was going to do it. I knew he was going to reuse parts of the original score and I knew he was going to reuse Marlon Brando's voice, being a huge fan of "Superman: The Movie," but I don't understand why. I loved those first two Superman movies as much as the next guy, but not enough to where I would actually copy parts of that movie and put them into my 2006 update. And if I worked for Warner Bros, I would be wondering exactly what the hell he spent $200 million dollars on. Maybe he spent it on male strippers or a special lens to look longingly into Brandon Routh's eyes from afar, because it certainly wasn't spent on originality.
Or entertainment, for that matter, because unless I misjudged how entertaining Superman being a stalker could be, this movie was pretty damn boring. Whether he was watching Lois in the elevator or looking through the walls in her house, this was a creepiest Superman I have ever seen. Since Bryan Singer was so intent on "tweaking" the costume, he should have just given him a dirty trench coat with a "S" on the back.
Congrats on being the only Superman to make me uncomfortable, Brandon Routh. I hope you're proud. I know you worked hard at making me shudder at the fact that a man can watch me use the toilet from space.
As far as the rest of the cast, I'm probably just nitpicking, but I don't like my
I guess my main problem with this movie is not because it's poorly written or that he tried to shoehorn things in, because that's not the case. My problem is mostly that it was goddamn boring, but also because I simply don't agree with some of his choices of direction. I guess Singer just preferred having a dopey Lex Luthor instead of one that people would, I don' t know…actually take seriously. And since I didn't go to film school, I never learned the rule that said, "Through Brando, all things are possible. You are nothing without Brando." After all, he was so invaluable the first time. Then again, what do I know? I'm not the director.
I mean, if I was the director, I would have made sure I had things like action in my action movie. But because he was so focused on that fantasy about tonguing down Brandon Routh's muscular chest, Bryan Singer actually forgot to add things like tension, excitement, and confiict to the movie. He might have gotten so lost in the dream that he thought he was actually on the set of "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman," because I don't think Superman punched a single thing during the whole movie. That would be kinda like Bryan Singer not dreaming about Brandon Routh's crotch. Not a day passes by where it doesn't happen.
In the end, the whole thing played out like The Hulk: In both, the title character had maybe 20 minutes of total screen time and the rest of the movie was a bunch of relationships between characters I didn't care about. Listen, if I didn't care about Cyclops in three X-Men movies, what makes you think I'm going to care about him in this one? You know what would have made me care? The part where he tried to kill Lois with his optic rays for letting him believe that was his kid for all these years. That part had to get edited out so we could get 30 more seconds of watching Superman get shot in the face in slow motion.
I swear, gay people really need to stop making superhero movies. I'm just saying. Between Joel Schumacher, Bryan Singer, and whoever invented "Captain
Really, this just wasn't a good movie. I see why no one wanted to go see it and I would have had to start a full-fledged
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Stop Whining? Stop Asking!
For "The Wizard," @ The Sports Generals.
Chargers runningback and NFL MVP LaDainian Tomlinson is being criticized by ESPN for continuing to talk about the Patriots' postgame celebration.
He's being called a "whiner." He's being told to shut up and get over it.
One thing that's never brought up when a player is called a "whiner," or that he needs to "get over it," is that the player is just answering the question that is asked.
How hypocritical is it to ask a guy the same thing over and over and then criticize him for giving the same answer?
Maybe if sports media were more imaginative, they wouldn't have to deliberately press buttons to create a story out of nothingness.
True enough, Tomlinson's team lost and he should graciously accept defeat.
True enough, the Patriots did mock the dance that Chargers linebacker Shawne Merriman does after sacks and tackles.
True enough, Tomlinson wasn't happy about that and refused to speak to certain members of the Patriots' team after the game.
True enough, Tomlinson has been highly critical of the Patriots ever since.
But is it true that he would still be talking about it if sportswriters weren't always asking?
It is true that at the heart of a lot of sports controversies, there's a sportswriter stirring the pot. Maybe they need to point the finger at themselves for once.
The Majestic One has spoken.
Friday, January 05, 2007
There IS No Loyalty In Sports
The sports world is up in arms about the way Nick Saban left the Miami Dolphins to go to the University of Alabama. Everyone is talking about things like "loyalty."
Where did everyone get this idea that loyalty has anything to do with business? As soon as multimillion contracts became the norm in sports, loyalty went out the window. And since when did Nick Saban owe Dolphins owner Wayne Huizenga anything? Didn't he just meet him a couple of years ago? Didn't Huizenga come looking for Saban and not the other way around?
It's time that the sports world learned that there is no loyalty in sports. This is a business, and a billion dollar one, at that. Cutthroat moves are made all the time and no one even bats an eye. So Saban allegedly lied to the media about his intentions? Yeah, like the media has never been dishonest.
What would the world have had him say? He was in a no-win situation, no matter what he did. If he stayed, he would have had to deal with his personal unhappiness. If he admitted that he was thinking about leaving, he would have been strung up, kind of like what's going on now. If he said "no comment," he would have been criticized for not putting the rumors to rest. What would you have had him do?
Nick Saban doesn't owe anything to anyone. He doesn't owe any of you and explanation for what he did. He doesn't have to justify anything. He did what he felt was the best thing for him and his family. Let me put it another way: Let's say that you are working at Burger King, and you hated it. You are constantly looking for a way out of there. You are clearly being disloyal to the company that employs you.
How are you any different than Nick Saban? People leave jobs that they don't like all the time. Just because a company pays them doesn't mean that there's any bond of trust or loyalty there. The company isn't loyal to you. Do you think that if you got sick or in some sort of personal trouble, the company would come to your aid? Would they hold your job for you? No, you'd be replaced, plain and simple.
That's simply the way of the world that we live in. We live in a capitalist society and a lack of loyalty is part and parcel of the deal. You could love working where you work and make good money doing it, but if the place across the street offers you a better deal, 8 out of 10 people would wipe their ass with the job that they had been holding. It's all about what you can get for you in America. The company will recover. So will the Dolphins. There are other coaches out there and one of them is bound to do a better job than Saban was doing.
So for everyone that believes that Saban should have sacrificed his own wants for that of a multi-millionaire owner, no matter how nice a guy he appears to be, I ask you this: What about the times when a team was disloyal to player or coach?
What about how the Sixers just treated Allen Iverson after 10 years of throwing his body at the floor for a team that never had a chance at a championship?
What about Art Shell's original firing from the Oakland Raiders despite having a winning record and the support of all of his players, or the high turnover rate of the Oakland head coaching job, in general?
What about the Bulls refusal to renegotiate Scottie Pippen's contract after he became an elite level player?
What about the Detroit Lions' complete lack of support for Barry Sanders during his 10 years in the NFL?
What about Pete Babcock trading Dominique Wilkins because he was afraid he wouldn't resign with the Hawks, despite playing there for more than a decade?
What about the saintly New England Patriots refusal to pay Deion Branch, even at Golden Boy Tom Brady's insistence, in addition to other star players since they started winning Super Bowls?
What about the treatment of Steve McNair by the Tennessee Titans, even though he sacrificed his health to carry their sub-par teams for a decade?
What about numerous colleges, firing their coaches for having more than three losses in a season or losing to a fierce rival (Florida, Nebraska, etc.)?
What about the Detroit Pistons firing 50-win coach Rick Carlisle the second Larry Brown became available?
What about Tom Benson desperately trying to move the Saints to any available stadium, even in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, despite the New Orleans fans diehard support of that poorly run organization for the last 30 years?
Don't tell me about loyalty in sports. Clearly, no one told the ownership. I hope Nick Saban's Alabama team beats a Florida school for the National Championship.
Where did everyone get this idea that loyalty has anything to do with business? As soon as multimillion contracts became the norm in sports, loyalty went out the window. And since when did Nick Saban owe Dolphins owner Wayne Huizenga anything? Didn't he just meet him a couple of years ago? Didn't Huizenga come looking for Saban and not the other way around?
It's time that the sports world learned that there is no loyalty in sports. This is a business, and a billion dollar one, at that. Cutthroat moves are made all the time and no one even bats an eye. So Saban allegedly lied to the media about his intentions? Yeah, like the media has never been dishonest.
What would the world have had him say? He was in a no-win situation, no matter what he did. If he stayed, he would have had to deal with his personal unhappiness. If he admitted that he was thinking about leaving, he would have been strung up, kind of like what's going on now. If he said "no comment," he would have been criticized for not putting the rumors to rest. What would you have had him do?
Nick Saban doesn't owe anything to anyone. He doesn't owe any of you and explanation for what he did. He doesn't have to justify anything. He did what he felt was the best thing for him and his family. Let me put it another way: Let's say that you are working at Burger King, and you hated it. You are constantly looking for a way out of there. You are clearly being disloyal to the company that employs you.
How are you any different than Nick Saban? People leave jobs that they don't like all the time. Just because a company pays them doesn't mean that there's any bond of trust or loyalty there. The company isn't loyal to you. Do you think that if you got sick or in some sort of personal trouble, the company would come to your aid? Would they hold your job for you? No, you'd be replaced, plain and simple.
That's simply the way of the world that we live in. We live in a capitalist society and a lack of loyalty is part and parcel of the deal. You could love working where you work and make good money doing it, but if the place across the street offers you a better deal, 8 out of 10 people would wipe their ass with the job that they had been holding. It's all about what you can get for you in America. The company will recover. So will the Dolphins. There are other coaches out there and one of them is bound to do a better job than Saban was doing.
So for everyone that believes that Saban should have sacrificed his own wants for that of a multi-millionaire owner, no matter how nice a guy he appears to be, I ask you this: What about the times when a team was disloyal to player or coach?
What about how the Sixers just treated Allen Iverson after 10 years of throwing his body at the floor for a team that never had a chance at a championship?
What about Art Shell's original firing from the Oakland Raiders despite having a winning record and the support of all of his players, or the high turnover rate of the Oakland head coaching job, in general?
What about the Bulls refusal to renegotiate Scottie Pippen's contract after he became an elite level player?
What about the Detroit Lions' complete lack of support for Barry Sanders during his 10 years in the NFL?
What about Pete Babcock trading Dominique Wilkins because he was afraid he wouldn't resign with the Hawks, despite playing there for more than a decade?
What about the saintly New England Patriots refusal to pay Deion Branch, even at Golden Boy Tom Brady's insistence, in addition to other star players since they started winning Super Bowls?
What about the treatment of Steve McNair by the Tennessee Titans, even though he sacrificed his health to carry their sub-par teams for a decade?
What about numerous colleges, firing their coaches for having more than three losses in a season or losing to a fierce rival (Florida, Nebraska, etc.)?
What about the Detroit Pistons firing 50-win coach Rick Carlisle the second Larry Brown became available?
What about Tom Benson desperately trying to move the Saints to any available stadium, even in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, despite the New Orleans fans diehard support of that poorly run organization for the last 30 years?
Don't tell me about loyalty in sports. Clearly, no one told the ownership. I hope Nick Saban's Alabama team beats a Florida school for the National Championship.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The Double Standard of Muhammad Ali
Cassius Clay, later known as Cassius X and Muhammad Ali, was a brash, young fighter out of Louisville, KY, who went on to become one of the most beloved sports figures in history. Beloved by people of all races for his flashy boxing style and his arrogant, trash-talking persona, he is arguably the greatest boxer who ever lived.
He's probably talked more trash than any athlete in any sport and backed all of it up.
Today, he is revered by older white men for being a breath of fresh air in a time when he was hated for being an uppity and arrogant Negro. Poeple would come watch his fights just to see him lose. It would never happen.
His trash-talking is looked at as entertaining, even though he regularly interrupted his interviewers and called his opponents names. He's called a "masterful self-promoter" today.
His political stances are credited with changing a lot of the ways that athletes are viewed in America as role models and he helped define the swagger for an entire race of people, simply by being himself.
He is easily the most influential athlete in American history. If he were boxing today, he would be the most hated athlete alive.
Today's athletes are frowned upon for talking trash. Chad Johnson or Terrell Owens might give you a little taste every now and then. Shaq would occasionally take shots at upcoming opponents. These guys are regularly called "SHAMELESS self-promoters."
Muhammad Ali didn't just talk trash; he put on a show. He'd loudly shout all through the interview, brag on himself, then freestyle a little bit to close things out. In the ring, he would sometimes taunt his opponents. As Sonny Liston lay prone on the canvas, there was Cassius Clay standing over him, steadily running his mouth. It's probably the most famous shot of a boxing match, ever.
Roy Jones, Jr. gets chastised for doing stuff like that. He's called things like "a showboat," or "cocky." He's talked about in a negative light, when all he does is the exact same things that Ali did. Roy Jones, Jr. showed a simliar dominance at multiple weight classes. But something's wrong with him, because he just won't shut up. Why couldn't he just be stoic and humble, like the great fighters of old?
He is. He's exactly like the greatest fighter of all time.
Today's athletes are also discouraged from taking controversial stances. Back in 1996, NBA player Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf (formerly Chris Jackson), refused to stand for the National Anthem before games, saying that the United States had a "history of tyranny," and that the American flag is a "symbol of oppression." The league suspended him for one game, before reaching a compromise with him. Basketball fans nationwide made derogatory comments about him for taking such a stance against the country of his birth. A similar incident happened in 2002, with Toni Smith, a college basketball player who didn't agree with the Iraq "War" and turned her back on the American flag during the anthem, despite threats from fans.
Muhammad Ali was drafted to go fight in Vietnam and flatly refused to go. He cited religious differences with the philosophy of wars not declared by Allah or The Messenger and also stated that he had no issues with the Vietcong. He was sentenced to five years in prison, stripped of his title and not allowed to get a boxing license. He's celebrated today for his courage to stand up for his beliefs.
So what's the difference between Ali and other athletes? I seriously doubt that Terrell Owens will be looked at as "misunderstood" in 30 years. I don't think Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf will ever be remembered for anything other than protesting the flag, despite being one of the most accurate shooters in NBA history or overcoming Tourette's Syndrome.
Why the double standard? Why is Cassius Clay allowed to call other fighters out of their names and interrupt interviewers, but someone like Allen Iverson can't? Allen Iverson is painted as a malcontent who complains about having to practice; Ali is viewed as a revolutionary force in history.
Not to say that Ali isn't a revolutionary figure, but he talked trash and slighted his opponents just like today's athletes are criticized for doing. They're called "disrespectful." He's called "a brilliant strategist."
Just call a spade, a spade. It's shit-talking, either way. That's all I'm saying.
He's probably talked more trash than any athlete in any sport and backed all of it up.
Today, he is revered by older white men for being a breath of fresh air in a time when he was hated for being an uppity and arrogant Negro. Poeple would come watch his fights just to see him lose. It would never happen.
His trash-talking is looked at as entertaining, even though he regularly interrupted his interviewers and called his opponents names. He's called a "masterful self-promoter" today.
His political stances are credited with changing a lot of the ways that athletes are viewed in America as role models and he helped define the swagger for an entire race of people, simply by being himself.
He is easily the most influential athlete in American history. If he were boxing today, he would be the most hated athlete alive.
Today's athletes are frowned upon for talking trash. Chad Johnson or Terrell Owens might give you a little taste every now and then. Shaq would occasionally take shots at upcoming opponents. These guys are regularly called "SHAMELESS self-promoters."
Muhammad Ali didn't just talk trash; he put on a show. He'd loudly shout all through the interview, brag on himself, then freestyle a little bit to close things out. In the ring, he would sometimes taunt his opponents. As Sonny Liston lay prone on the canvas, there was Cassius Clay standing over him, steadily running his mouth. It's probably the most famous shot of a boxing match, ever.
Roy Jones, Jr. gets chastised for doing stuff like that. He's called things like "a showboat," or "cocky." He's talked about in a negative light, when all he does is the exact same things that Ali did. Roy Jones, Jr. showed a simliar dominance at multiple weight classes. But something's wrong with him, because he just won't shut up. Why couldn't he just be stoic and humble, like the great fighters of old?
He is. He's exactly like the greatest fighter of all time.
Today's athletes are also discouraged from taking controversial stances. Back in 1996, NBA player Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf (formerly Chris Jackson), refused to stand for the National Anthem before games, saying that the United States had a "history of tyranny," and that the American flag is a "symbol of oppression." The league suspended him for one game, before reaching a compromise with him. Basketball fans nationwide made derogatory comments about him for taking such a stance against the country of his birth. A similar incident happened in 2002, with Toni Smith, a college basketball player who didn't agree with the Iraq "War" and turned her back on the American flag during the anthem, despite threats from fans.
Muhammad Ali was drafted to go fight in Vietnam and flatly refused to go. He cited religious differences with the philosophy of wars not declared by Allah or The Messenger and also stated that he had no issues with the Vietcong. He was sentenced to five years in prison, stripped of his title and not allowed to get a boxing license. He's celebrated today for his courage to stand up for his beliefs.
So what's the difference between Ali and other athletes? I seriously doubt that Terrell Owens will be looked at as "misunderstood" in 30 years. I don't think Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf will ever be remembered for anything other than protesting the flag, despite being one of the most accurate shooters in NBA history or overcoming Tourette's Syndrome.
Why the double standard? Why is Cassius Clay allowed to call other fighters out of their names and interrupt interviewers, but someone like Allen Iverson can't? Allen Iverson is painted as a malcontent who complains about having to practice; Ali is viewed as a revolutionary force in history.
Not to say that Ali isn't a revolutionary figure, but he talked trash and slighted his opponents just like today's athletes are criticized for doing. They're called "disrespectful." He's called "a brilliant strategist."
Just call a spade, a spade. It's shit-talking, either way. That's all I'm saying.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
The Truth About James Brown's "Superbad"
The following was written with the utmost respect for the late, great, James Brown. I grew up in a house where James was played on the regular, because he is, to this day, my father’s favorite artist. We don’t even call him by his last name. We just call him James, like we know him. And I like to believe that if James were to read this, he would see the humor in it, even if it’s not actually funny. He had to have a sense of humor, because let’s face it, he wrote and performed “Living in America” with a straight face.
James Brown
1933-2006
James Brown’s “Superbad” is about jerking off.
Yes, I said it. I came to this revelation in much the same way I FINALLY realized that Prince was singing about Jesus in “I Would Die 4 U:” I actually paid attention.
I was listening to the song in the car on Tuesday and the following lyrics caught my attention:
I love, I love to do my thing,And I, and I don't need, no one elseSometimes I feel so nice, good godI jump back, I wanna kiss myself
I thought to myself, What? It was at this point that decided to listen to the song over again. I had listened to this song a million times in my life, but it had never occurred to me what James Brown had been trying to tell us…he was just trying to pop one off. And he doesn’t need anyone’s help to do it. In fact, he was so good that he would make love to himself if he could do it.
The timing of this was especially strange, because, as we all know, “The Hardest Working Man In Show Business” just passed on Monday. Was he speaking to me from beyond the grave? Were the secrets behind his mostly unintelligible songs finally being revealed?
Or maybe I’m just a pervert.
The actual text of his lyrics can be found anywhere, but I’ll just be highlighting certain parts. First of all, he likes to be watched while he does it:
Watch me!
Watch me!I got it!Watch me!
I got it!HEY!
Later in the song:
Now I got a move that tells me what to do
(The move is called “Five-Knuckle Shuffle)Sometimes I feel so nice, I wanna try myself with you
(He’s so good at it, he wants you to watch him do it.)
Now, did I just imagine all that or does James Brown prefer an audience when he diddles himself? Continuing through the song, James tells us a little more about how he likes to do things:
Slap it downand round and roundup and downall around
(He likes it rough. Probably doesn’t use lotion.)right-on peoplehuh, let it all hang outif you don't brothas and sistasthen you won't knowwhat it's all about
See what he did in those last three lines? “If you don’t…then you won’t know what it’s all about.” If you don’t jerk off, then you won’t know about the first part, slapping it down and etc. etc. It’s secret code for people who also hook themselves up. I…I think I may have just told on myself.
Anytime he says, “I got a move that tells me what to do,” that means, “I’m horny.” He needs a nut, and dammit, he needs it NOW!
Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I’m certainly not making a case for my own sanity here. It seems to me that James has cleverly hidden a song about his own desires within a song that appears to just be gibberish. Well, I’m onto you, James!
Is James Brown a pervert? Am I? Well, I probably am, but the facts are laid bare…you decide.
James Brown
1933-2006
James Brown’s “Superbad” is about jerking off.
Yes, I said it. I came to this revelation in much the same way I FINALLY realized that Prince was singing about Jesus in “I Would Die 4 U:” I actually paid attention.
I was listening to the song in the car on Tuesday and the following lyrics caught my attention:
I love, I love to do my thing,And I, and I don't need, no one elseSometimes I feel so nice, good godI jump back, I wanna kiss myself
I thought to myself, What? It was at this point that decided to listen to the song over again. I had listened to this song a million times in my life, but it had never occurred to me what James Brown had been trying to tell us…he was just trying to pop one off. And he doesn’t need anyone’s help to do it. In fact, he was so good that he would make love to himself if he could do it.
The timing of this was especially strange, because, as we all know, “The Hardest Working Man In Show Business” just passed on Monday. Was he speaking to me from beyond the grave? Were the secrets behind his mostly unintelligible songs finally being revealed?
Or maybe I’m just a pervert.
The actual text of his lyrics can be found anywhere, but I’ll just be highlighting certain parts. First of all, he likes to be watched while he does it:
Watch me!
Watch me!I got it!Watch me!
I got it!HEY!
Later in the song:
Now I got a move that tells me what to do
(The move is called “Five-Knuckle Shuffle)Sometimes I feel so nice, I wanna try myself with you
(He’s so good at it, he wants you to watch him do it.)
Now, did I just imagine all that or does James Brown prefer an audience when he diddles himself? Continuing through the song, James tells us a little more about how he likes to do things:
Slap it downand round and roundup and downall around
(He likes it rough. Probably doesn’t use lotion.)right-on peoplehuh, let it all hang outif you don't brothas and sistasthen you won't knowwhat it's all about
See what he did in those last three lines? “If you don’t…then you won’t know what it’s all about.” If you don’t jerk off, then you won’t know about the first part, slapping it down and etc. etc. It’s secret code for people who also hook themselves up. I…I think I may have just told on myself.
Anytime he says, “I got a move that tells me what to do,” that means, “I’m horny.” He needs a nut, and dammit, he needs it NOW!
Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I’m certainly not making a case for my own sanity here. It seems to me that James has cleverly hidden a song about his own desires within a song that appears to just be gibberish. Well, I’m onto you, James!
Is James Brown a pervert? Am I? Well, I probably am, but the facts are laid bare…you decide.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
ECW: Another Missed Opportunity
I don't know who out there watches wrestling, but that's what this blog deals with. The WWE website has a feedback option that i sometimes use, and I don't know why I bother. I don't really believe that anyone who matters actually reads what I write, but I do it anyway. I guess it's cathartic, in a way. I personally believe that only interns at Titan Towers are reading this stuff, hence the greeting...
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Hey interns...
ECW's on right now...Boring Lashley is having his thing with Rene Dupree, so I thought that would be a good segment to ignore and write you guys.
I just don't get it, ya'll. I really don't. You had a unique opportunity and it's not the first time this one has landed in your lap. I'm not talking about pushing a certain wrestler or about Paul Heyman no longer being involved (although I don't like that, either). You guys...you just don't even want to diversify your audience, do you?
Twice now, actually three times...you've had the opportunity to cover multiple bases in the wrestling industry and failed every time. I don't think it even occurred to you. In fact, I know it didn't, because you didn't even try. When WCW closed, you had the opportunity to actually have two distinct fanbases under one umbrella. Instead, you alienated the old WCW fan and forcefed them the WWE. You could have continued to serve the WCW fan, to keep them interested, but instead, you crapped on the style of wrestling they knew and loved. You even brought it up on that Raw episode, having Michael Cole bring up that WCW fans might not get to see their brand of WRESTLING again. And they haven't. There is only WWE.
Then came the brand extension. Once again, there was an opportunity to have two distinct shows, each with a feel different than the others. Instead, it's all WWE. Raw and Smackdown are barely different. They just have different wrestlers, but it's the same mentality, the same tone. The same style of wrestling. No real difference.
Now, there's ECW. And I know you're thinking this is where I get into how you should have brought back the old ECW, that you should have left Paul Heyman to his own devices and let him do what he does. But i'm not going to do that. Yes, it would have been fun for a while, but the truth of the matter is, there's only so much garbage matches that I can watch before I get bored. But that isn't the point. The point is that once again, you could have done something different, something that wasn't WWE, and at least tried to recapture some of the audience that isn't even considering watching WWE programming.
Let's face it: the WCW fans have not come back. The ECW fans are most likely watching Japan, indy wrestling or TNA. The tape traders are also watching Japan, indy wrestling, or TNA. These fans don't want to see John Cena. These fans don't want to see Batista. These fans don't want to see Boring Lashley. They want wrestling: they don't want sports entertainment. Once again, you let a grand opportunity slip through your fingers by trying to make everyone love the WWE.
It's never going to happen. Why? Because there are too many styles of wrestling out there to try to boil everything down into the "WWE style." And sometimes, you just don't want to see that. But you don't care. That's why we have three identical shows.
Of course, Vince isn't listening. He'll probably never even see this letter. Stephanie or Triple H won't see it, either. All of them are too busy splashing around in their money-and-mermaid fountain.
Oh, Jesus...first a Boring Lashley interview, now a Borecore Holly interview. Apparently, you don't want good ratings, either. So much for growing the business.
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Hey interns...
ECW's on right now...Boring Lashley is having his thing with Rene Dupree, so I thought that would be a good segment to ignore and write you guys.
I just don't get it, ya'll. I really don't. You had a unique opportunity and it's not the first time this one has landed in your lap. I'm not talking about pushing a certain wrestler or about Paul Heyman no longer being involved (although I don't like that, either). You guys...you just don't even want to diversify your audience, do you?
Twice now, actually three times...you've had the opportunity to cover multiple bases in the wrestling industry and failed every time. I don't think it even occurred to you. In fact, I know it didn't, because you didn't even try. When WCW closed, you had the opportunity to actually have two distinct fanbases under one umbrella. Instead, you alienated the old WCW fan and forcefed them the WWE. You could have continued to serve the WCW fan, to keep them interested, but instead, you crapped on the style of wrestling they knew and loved. You even brought it up on that Raw episode, having Michael Cole bring up that WCW fans might not get to see their brand of WRESTLING again. And they haven't. There is only WWE.
Then came the brand extension. Once again, there was an opportunity to have two distinct shows, each with a feel different than the others. Instead, it's all WWE. Raw and Smackdown are barely different. They just have different wrestlers, but it's the same mentality, the same tone. The same style of wrestling. No real difference.
Now, there's ECW. And I know you're thinking this is where I get into how you should have brought back the old ECW, that you should have left Paul Heyman to his own devices and let him do what he does. But i'm not going to do that. Yes, it would have been fun for a while, but the truth of the matter is, there's only so much garbage matches that I can watch before I get bored. But that isn't the point. The point is that once again, you could have done something different, something that wasn't WWE, and at least tried to recapture some of the audience that isn't even considering watching WWE programming.
Let's face it: the WCW fans have not come back. The ECW fans are most likely watching Japan, indy wrestling or TNA. The tape traders are also watching Japan, indy wrestling, or TNA. These fans don't want to see John Cena. These fans don't want to see Batista. These fans don't want to see Boring Lashley. They want wrestling: they don't want sports entertainment. Once again, you let a grand opportunity slip through your fingers by trying to make everyone love the WWE.
It's never going to happen. Why? Because there are too many styles of wrestling out there to try to boil everything down into the "WWE style." And sometimes, you just don't want to see that. But you don't care. That's why we have three identical shows.
Of course, Vince isn't listening. He'll probably never even see this letter. Stephanie or Triple H won't see it, either. All of them are too busy splashing around in their money-and-mermaid fountain.
Oh, Jesus...first a Boring Lashley interview, now a Borecore Holly interview. Apparently, you don't want good ratings, either. So much for growing the business.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Most Useless Day of the Year
There are a great many things that I have deemed to be completely useless. Paris Hilton, an unattractive socialite who's claim to fame is being a slut, and didn't even have the brains to get paid for being that way. Daylights, the most useless feature ever added to a car, because during the day, we've all got access to a light that will never blow out in the lifetime of our species: the sun. Valentine's Day, a competition between women about whose man will get them the most crap that says things that men should be saying without being prompted by a corporate marketing blitz. And while these things are undoubtedly at the top of a list of useless things, I can say that I have discovered the latest addition to this illustrious list just the other day: Black Friday.
It's not a celebration. It's not even a fake celebration. It's just the day when stores put more stuff on sale than any other day of the year, perfectly timed to coincide with the excuse that we all use to buy more junk and they use to sell more junk: Christmas.
It wasn't my first Black Friday, but I sincerely believe it will be my last. Mainly because I don't ever again want to be involved in what is the saddest display of greed and materialism that Americans engage in as a group, every single year.
Most people wouldn't think that this day is such a bad thing. Most people think Black Friday is a good thing, because you can get so much stuff for cheap. I suppose that a decent argument can be made for that, but I also suppose that the argument gets thrown to the winds when people start camping outside of electronics stores as early as 7 PM the night before, just to be first in line when the doors open at 5 AM.
It's not like something brand new is coming out, like the PlayStation 3 or the Nintendo Wii, or a new Star Wars movie. Don't get me wrong, I still think it's sad to camp outside of a store for any length of time just to spend $600 for the same overpriced machine that will be in stores continuously for the next five years. I don't care if there was only 400,000 of them in the country. There will be more in March. No, these people participated in the same sadness, except it was for stuff that was in the store yesterday. It just wasn't 40% off.
So when five in the morning hits, that 40% makes people run to the back of the store at top speed, without a care for the safety of the people standing in front of them, who are likely to be run over by their greed. Who cares if they work at the store? I gotta gets my sake cups and a new cuisinart! Oh, yeah, dude…what's a cuisinart? Who cares! It's 40% off!
And two hours later, these people are still wandering around the store, looking for stuff to buy, with a shopping part full of appliances and computer parts that no reasonable person could afford. The reasonable people that can afford that stuff buy the high quality versions from stores that they don't have in your neighborhood.
Because these people have been up all night, they're a little cranky. And crankiness doesn't mix well with greed. That's when people start fighting with each other over the last wireless router that's only $16.49. And watching two slobs make even bigger jackasses out of themselves is probably the only thing that makes the day worthwhile. Except for, possibly, watching them get arrested. Or maybe even the look of realization that comes when they look up three shelves to see the wireless router that's only three dollars more, yet is twice as fast and doesn't have the reputation for being a piece of crap that the one they were just fighting over does.
Eventually, the early morning rush gives way to the crowd of people who have enough of a life that they don't camp outside, yet still wake up hours earlier than they normally would have just so they can rush down to the store, desperate to find something to buy that's cheap. They might have one or two things in mind, but mostly these people wander aimlessly and keep looking in the sale paper for something that might catch their eyes. They're not as sad as someone who would wake up their kids to come look at stuff that they MIGHT buy, but still pretty sad, nonetheless.
Lastly, these people give way to the people who have rushed in from wherever they came from looking to get that one item that they couldn't afford under normal circumstances, but they're going to try to get it today because, well…they're practically giving it away, right? The only thing is, they didn't consider the following things: The store opened at 5 AM and it's now 8:30 PM. Between now and then, there were well over a thousand people in this store looking for the same item. These are the people that get upset because they also didn't consider this little tidbit: The iPod is extremely popular. They really thought that no one else had considered buying one. I'd like for these people to know that when they're walking away, pissed because the store ONLY had 1,200 of them, the people who work in the store are laughing at them for showing up 13 and a half hours too late. Because these are the people who have a chance at being saved from stupid situations like this, I have prepared the following remarks to help drill home the point that they should do something different next time:
"What did you think was going to happen? You knew when you got in the car to get here that it was going to be gone. So now you're reduced to wandering around the store, like everyone else, looking for something cheap to buy, except your reason for doing so is because you don't want to feel like you wasted your gas to drive to
I want people in this category to feel extra shame so they'll stop doing it.
Am I understanding of anyone involved in this? Yes. The people who are working in those stores, who have to listen to you complain about the service, even though you bowled over people to get inside the store, or the people who have to help you understand which is the better product, because you don't even understand the technology you're buying. What people don't realize is that, while it's is the worker's job to do these things, on this day, everything is magnified by 1000. They'll probably have to work longer hours, too. Some stores don't even pay overtime. Would you want to put up with your ass? Try doing it for $8.00 an hour for 18 straight hours.
I guess what really bothers me the most about this day is that it epitomizes what's wrong with our society. Do we have that much disposable income where now, we just have to buy things because they're a reduced price? Are we that bored where bargain hunting is an actual hobby and one that causes us to waste money on things we don't need or even want? What does that say about our society where people will stay up all night or camp out in the street just for the right to contribute to what's annually the biggest shopping day of the year? Most people weren't even buying Christmas gifts. Did they really need a whole case of tube socks, 12 packs of blank CDs, 4 300G hard drives, 3 packs of diapers, even though they have no babies, and a GPS system? Only because it was "a good deal?"
Or maybe the plan was just to sell it on eBay. I guess the joke's on me.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
This Week In Sports 12/13/06
Controversial Cowboys wide receiver Terrell Owens recently gave an interview where he made comments that caused babies to cry and old white ladies to pass out. When asked about his dropped passes (something he has been known to do when, say…gravity is applied to any passing situation), he had the nerve to respond with this:
"I'm not Superman. I'm human. Michael Jordan doesn't make every shot. Jerry [Rice] hasn't caught every pass. Tiger [Woods] doesn't make every putt. I understand the expectations of me. People want me to catch every ball. The likelihood of that happening is not going to be great. I understand that."
And with those vitriolic comments, sportswriters in America finally had this bastard. They were going to nail him to the wall this time! After all, he had just compared himself to some of sports’ all time greats! Why, he hadn’t even won a championship or an MVP, boy howdy!
But for those of us who don’t think with our anuses, he didn’t compare himself to them at all. For those of us, who aren’t constantly trying to find fault with a guy who can buy and sell, say…sportswriters with the change in his ashtray, he merely said that those guys, who are great, didn’t come through every time and he isn’t going to, either. It’s just not realistic to expect him to. I think that sounds pretty humble, and the sportswriters would think so too if they weren’t busy being all-around assholes.
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And speaking of hated athletes, in their quest to erase all positive thoughts and words about Allen Iverson from the hearts and minds of America, the sportswriters have decided to reject the notion that not only is Allen Iverson NOT one of the greatest players ever seen, he’s also a terrible human being and a poo-poo head.
Just because one doesn’t like Allen Iverson doesn’t mean he’s not a great player. It’s just means that you’re probably an older white man who likes his black people to be quiet and respectful to his betters, like a nigra should be.
Two things that can’t be argued about the man:
He is one of the two best guards in the league since Michael Jordan, the other being Kobe Bryant. He is one of the two most feared players in the league, the other also being Kobe Bryant. He is one of those rare players who cannot be stopped and can win a game just through sheer force of will.
He has never had a good team around him. People bring up the team that went to the Finals, but that team only went because Allen was throwing up 50 point games. I’ve never seen a bigger group of sad sacks in the Finals in my life. The only other player worth a damn on that team besides Iverson was Dikembe Mutombo, and he was already 58 years old by that point.
His critics call him a selfish ballhog, but they don’t ever want to talk about the subpar quality of his teams. Lately, all they do is point to how he has a past-his-prime Chris Webber (who still hasn’t been worked into the offense enough, I think), and yet he still shoots too many shots. They also forget the fact that since Larry Brown left town, his assists (currently 10th), as well as scoring (currently 1st), have been up. They don’t ever want to talk about how guys like Kyle Korver, Willie Green, or Andre Igoudala have never been consistent producers when given the opportunity. They don’t want to talk about how NO ONE on the Sixers plays defense, and how, at 5’11”, there’s not much AI can do to defend a lot of players, so it’s not like he can pick up the slack. And while I use this stat against LeBron James all the time, Allen Iverson is second on the league in steals.
I don’t like the idea that it’s Allen Iverson’s fault that the Sixers don’t win when general manager Billy King has been doing about as well as a guy who’s randomly picking a roster from the D-League players on NBA Live 07. If you move about 1000 miles west, you don’t hear any complaining about Kevin Garnett being at fault for why the Timberwolves don’t win. Everyone readily admits that it’s Kevin McHale’s fault, yet they’re in the same situation. Just admit that Billy King knows about as much as being a general manager as I do about inventing a machine that lets you hump your dreams in real-time. And seeing as how I’m not getting ready to pound Laura Oliver’s guts until her liver falls out while we ride a coal powered train throughout 1850’s South Carolina (an actual dream I had in the fourth grade), I’d say that my inventing career is turning out just like Billy King’s managing career: an abject failure.
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Today, it was actually newsworthy that Daisuke Matsuzaka was on a plane, flying back to Boston to sign his contract to join the Boston Red Sox. For those who don’t know, the Boston Red Sox paid $51.1 million dollars to the Seibu Lions for permission to talk to Matsuzaka’s agent and translator. I referred to it as the “world’s most expensive peep show.” And finally, the Red Sox have signed him to a 6 year, $52 million dollar deal, which basically means that they’re paying $17 million a year for a guy that might turn out to be a bust. Not since Isiah Thomas became the Knicks’ boss did one organization set itself to be made fun of so easily. And the ins and outs of this situation had become such frequent news that I was honestly able to spell Daisuke Matsuzaka from memory.
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I know this has absolutely nothing to do with sports, but KFC has started printing on their buckets of chicken that they have a “food safety assurance.” They want to assure the customer that their food is safe to eat and at first glance, it’s all well and good. But when you think about it, how many people had to die for KFC to put something like that on their buckets? How much flesh-eating bacteria was in there before they added the guarantee? You didn’t see Wendy’s telling everyone that there was “over 78% less severed fingers in our chili!” Taco Bell never felt the need to let us know that their beans had been “lovingly prepared with less human feces.” Burger King didn’t have a promotional blitz that included telling people about how there were no more chicken heads in their chicken tenders or no more psychopaths jerking off in the mayonnaise.
Which leads me to wonder: What the hell happened at KFC to make them put that on their buckets? What scandal was swept under the rug to keep us from vomiting at the thought of finding something awful in our two piece extra crispy? How many millions were paid to that lucky person to keep them from showing the thing that they found on CNN? KFC would tell me it was nothing. A giant “nothing” that required millions in damage control.
"I'm not Superman. I'm human. Michael Jordan doesn't make every shot. Jerry [Rice] hasn't caught every pass. Tiger [Woods] doesn't make every putt. I understand the expectations of me. People want me to catch every ball. The likelihood of that happening is not going to be great. I understand that."
And with those vitriolic comments, sportswriters in America finally had this bastard. They were going to nail him to the wall this time! After all, he had just compared himself to some of sports’ all time greats! Why, he hadn’t even won a championship or an MVP, boy howdy!
But for those of us who don’t think with our anuses, he didn’t compare himself to them at all. For those of us, who aren’t constantly trying to find fault with a guy who can buy and sell, say…sportswriters with the change in his ashtray, he merely said that those guys, who are great, didn’t come through every time and he isn’t going to, either. It’s just not realistic to expect him to. I think that sounds pretty humble, and the sportswriters would think so too if they weren’t busy being all-around assholes.
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And speaking of hated athletes, in their quest to erase all positive thoughts and words about Allen Iverson from the hearts and minds of America, the sportswriters have decided to reject the notion that not only is Allen Iverson NOT one of the greatest players ever seen, he’s also a terrible human being and a poo-poo head.
Just because one doesn’t like Allen Iverson doesn’t mean he’s not a great player. It’s just means that you’re probably an older white man who likes his black people to be quiet and respectful to his betters, like a nigra should be.
Two things that can’t be argued about the man:
He is one of the two best guards in the league since Michael Jordan, the other being Kobe Bryant. He is one of the two most feared players in the league, the other also being Kobe Bryant. He is one of those rare players who cannot be stopped and can win a game just through sheer force of will.
He has never had a good team around him. People bring up the team that went to the Finals, but that team only went because Allen was throwing up 50 point games. I’ve never seen a bigger group of sad sacks in the Finals in my life. The only other player worth a damn on that team besides Iverson was Dikembe Mutombo, and he was already 58 years old by that point.
His critics call him a selfish ballhog, but they don’t ever want to talk about the subpar quality of his teams. Lately, all they do is point to how he has a past-his-prime Chris Webber (who still hasn’t been worked into the offense enough, I think), and yet he still shoots too many shots. They also forget the fact that since Larry Brown left town, his assists (currently 10th), as well as scoring (currently 1st), have been up. They don’t ever want to talk about how guys like Kyle Korver, Willie Green, or Andre Igoudala have never been consistent producers when given the opportunity. They don’t want to talk about how NO ONE on the Sixers plays defense, and how, at 5’11”, there’s not much AI can do to defend a lot of players, so it’s not like he can pick up the slack. And while I use this stat against LeBron James all the time, Allen Iverson is second on the league in steals.
I don’t like the idea that it’s Allen Iverson’s fault that the Sixers don’t win when general manager Billy King has been doing about as well as a guy who’s randomly picking a roster from the D-League players on NBA Live 07. If you move about 1000 miles west, you don’t hear any complaining about Kevin Garnett being at fault for why the Timberwolves don’t win. Everyone readily admits that it’s Kevin McHale’s fault, yet they’re in the same situation. Just admit that Billy King knows about as much as being a general manager as I do about inventing a machine that lets you hump your dreams in real-time. And seeing as how I’m not getting ready to pound Laura Oliver’s guts until her liver falls out while we ride a coal powered train throughout 1850’s South Carolina (an actual dream I had in the fourth grade), I’d say that my inventing career is turning out just like Billy King’s managing career: an abject failure.
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Today, it was actually newsworthy that Daisuke Matsuzaka was on a plane, flying back to Boston to sign his contract to join the Boston Red Sox. For those who don’t know, the Boston Red Sox paid $51.1 million dollars to the Seibu Lions for permission to talk to Matsuzaka’s agent and translator. I referred to it as the “world’s most expensive peep show.” And finally, the Red Sox have signed him to a 6 year, $52 million dollar deal, which basically means that they’re paying $17 million a year for a guy that might turn out to be a bust. Not since Isiah Thomas became the Knicks’ boss did one organization set itself to be made fun of so easily. And the ins and outs of this situation had become such frequent news that I was honestly able to spell Daisuke Matsuzaka from memory.
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I know this has absolutely nothing to do with sports, but KFC has started printing on their buckets of chicken that they have a “food safety assurance.” They want to assure the customer that their food is safe to eat and at first glance, it’s all well and good. But when you think about it, how many people had to die for KFC to put something like that on their buckets? How much flesh-eating bacteria was in there before they added the guarantee? You didn’t see Wendy’s telling everyone that there was “over 78% less severed fingers in our chili!” Taco Bell never felt the need to let us know that their beans had been “lovingly prepared with less human feces.” Burger King didn’t have a promotional blitz that included telling people about how there were no more chicken heads in their chicken tenders or no more psychopaths jerking off in the mayonnaise.
Which leads me to wonder: What the hell happened at KFC to make them put that on their buckets? What scandal was swept under the rug to keep us from vomiting at the thought of finding something awful in our two piece extra crispy? How many millions were paid to that lucky person to keep them from showing the thing that they found on CNN? KFC would tell me it was nothing. A giant “nothing” that required millions in damage control.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
This Week In Sports - 10/15/06
There is an old adage that says, “Try not to be a fool.” Apparently, OJ Simpson wasn’t around when they came up with that one.
Mr. Simpson is apparently going to give a series of interviews for Fox entitled, “If I Did It, Here’s How,” or something like that. I don’t really care. I may or may not watch it. My interest in OJ Simpson begins with “The Naked Gun” movies and ends with “Not guilty.” Oh, yeah…and his fine ass daughter.
OJ, we know you’re broke. We know the Goldman family has taken you for everything you have. We know that you’re making about $3.5 million for this and probably stand to make a lot more, if America takes interest in these interviews. (and they probably will). Your trial was a racial flashpoint back in 1996. Things aren’t exactly sunshine and roses in 2006. Why do you want to bring all that back up now?
Okay, so you can’t get tried for the same crime again. Okay, you already lost the civil trial. Most of America already believes that you did it. So you want to feed into that just to get paid now? You’re going to go on TV and give a confession that’s not really a confession? I just don’t see the point. You can’t be hurting that badly financially, because you still don’t have a job, yet all you do is play golf all day and yell at people that you hit with your car. Where is all this going? Really, unless you’re going to admit to doing it or name the person who did (because if you didn’t do it, you know you did), there’s no sense in even going there.
Then again, $3.5 million is hard to say no to. I can be bought for way less than that.
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Bobby Knight has sent the world into an uproar again.
This time, in a game against Gardner-Webb (yet another no name school that gets more airtime than Jackson State), he forcefully nudged guard Michael Pierce’s chin upward, so he’d make eye contact with Knight. The first time you see it, it looks like he stole on Pierce. After the shock (or eye-rolling) passes, you can clearly see that he was just nudging his face up. He just did it really hard. He didn’t punch him. He didn’t slap him. No one who’s actually involved (or matters) with the situation didn’t have a problem with what happened, including this boy’s parents. But that’s not good enough for the sportswriters’ community.
“Oh, you should never put your hands on a player! Oh, he should be suspended! Oh, he punched this boy in the face! I knew something like this would happen! He’s such a bully! When will he learn?” I swear, sportswriters need to pull their heads out of their asses.
Let me state here that I am no fan of Bobby Knight. I think the man is a walking disaster and I’ve always believed that one day, he was going to openly beat up a player. He carries way too much anger inside of him. There have been times in the past where I’ve felt that he was clearly wrong and that he should have been fired for things that would have landed him in jail out in the real world. This time wasn’t one of them.
I think the only reason why the sportswriters have taken this position that Knight did something wrong is because they thought America would go along with it. Usually, that’s why they take the moral high ground, I believe. But when the ESPN SportsNation poll came back, 72% of America didn’t see anything wrong with what happened. But the sportswriters were out there already, so they had to stick with their position, even though they knew they weren’t right.
All Knight was trying to do was get the boy to make eye contact and encourage him to play his game, by all accounts. Yet, if another coach had done the same thing, it wouldn’t have been a big deal at all. For example, in last year’s NCAA Tournament, UNC coach Roy Williams grabbed one of his players and forced him into a chair so he could yell at him. Didn’t even make a blip on the radar. I am a huge North Carolina fan and watch all their games and I didn’t even remember this. That’s how minor it was. But had it been Bobby Knight doing the same thing, the world would have been in an uproar again. Just like if Roy Williams had done what Knight did on Monday, you would have never heard about it.
This story has been news all week, but what story was glossed over a few weeks back? The one where Knight suspended his star player for not reaching HIS academic standards. The player wasn’t on academic probation and his wasn’t in violation of NCAA or Texas Tech standards. Bobby Knight holds his players to a higher standard academically than the NCAA does. And when the player didn’t reach that standard, he was gone until his grades came back up. Why wasn’t that one being discussed until people rolled their eyes at the mere mention of the topic?
I guess reading about the outrage of Knight’s anger outburst sells more papers than reading about something good that he did. I’d buy that if it wasn’t for the fact that no one buys a newspaper based on anything a sportswriters says or thinks. I hate sportswriters.
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Randy Moss has stated this week that he can’t play well unless he’s happy. Of course, everyone’s up in arms about his one. ESPN’s football analysts are pissed. Everyone is saying that his comments are a slap in the face to football players everywhere and that a leader wouldn’t do this. They feel that no matter what, he should still go try his best, no matter how much the team sucks. And they’re right.
The thing is, none of this is a surprise to me. You all should have been ready for this. But most importantly, you all were the fools for buying the crap he was flinging in the offseason about being a leader on that Raiders team. Had you done like I did, and brushed off all that “leader” talk, this comment wouldn’t have even fazed you.
I don’t care how good Randy Moss is/was. I would have never looked him to become a leader. He would have never become a captain on any team that I was coaching. Actually, it’s a telling sign that Oakland is in serious trouble, if they’re forced to look to Randy Moss for leadership. Let’s face it, Randy Moss walking off the field during a game or fake-mooning the crowd wasn’t that long ago. It’s either the captaincy of Randy Moss or the captaincy of Jerry Porter. Neither option really screams, “good situation.”
Personally, I commend his honesty. He could have just let us go on thinking that something was wrong with him or maybe that he had lost a step. In a way, it’s similar to Vince Carter admitting that he didn’t give his all for Toronto in those last years. I didn’t hold that against Carter because he had watched management destroy a team that was two points away from going to the Eastern Conference Finals in 2001. They hadn’t made any effort to make that team better, yet he’s expected to carry a subpar team year after year? The difference is, Randy Moss has only been in Oakland for two years and all he does is the equivalent of running wind sprints for two hours.
If that’s all he’s doing (because that’s all most receivers do), maybe he should just shut up and play.
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The Boston Red Sox have paid a Japanese baseball team $51.1 million for the right to talk to a pitcher that they have on their roster. They have 30 days to sign this player to a contract. Let that sink in for a second. They didn’t pay $51.1 million to the player – they paid $51.1 million for TEMPORARY RIGHTS to NEGOTIATE with a player. So they have to pay the player on top of paying the team for permission to talk to him. It’s the most expensive peep show of all time. Chances are, you think that’s as stupid as it sounds. For that kind of money, he better not give up a single hit all season, on the way to a 100 home run season that sees the Red Sox win two World Series at the same time. What’s that, you say? That sounds ridiculous? So does paying $51.1 million for permission to essentially talk to a guy’s interpreter and agent.
Mr. Simpson is apparently going to give a series of interviews for Fox entitled, “If I Did It, Here’s How,” or something like that. I don’t really care. I may or may not watch it. My interest in OJ Simpson begins with “The Naked Gun” movies and ends with “Not guilty.” Oh, yeah…and his fine ass daughter.
OJ, we know you’re broke. We know the Goldman family has taken you for everything you have. We know that you’re making about $3.5 million for this and probably stand to make a lot more, if America takes interest in these interviews. (and they probably will). Your trial was a racial flashpoint back in 1996. Things aren’t exactly sunshine and roses in 2006. Why do you want to bring all that back up now?
Okay, so you can’t get tried for the same crime again. Okay, you already lost the civil trial. Most of America already believes that you did it. So you want to feed into that just to get paid now? You’re going to go on TV and give a confession that’s not really a confession? I just don’t see the point. You can’t be hurting that badly financially, because you still don’t have a job, yet all you do is play golf all day and yell at people that you hit with your car. Where is all this going? Really, unless you’re going to admit to doing it or name the person who did (because if you didn’t do it, you know you did), there’s no sense in even going there.
Then again, $3.5 million is hard to say no to. I can be bought for way less than that.
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Bobby Knight has sent the world into an uproar again.
This time, in a game against Gardner-Webb (yet another no name school that gets more airtime than Jackson State), he forcefully nudged guard Michael Pierce’s chin upward, so he’d make eye contact with Knight. The first time you see it, it looks like he stole on Pierce. After the shock (or eye-rolling) passes, you can clearly see that he was just nudging his face up. He just did it really hard. He didn’t punch him. He didn’t slap him. No one who’s actually involved (or matters) with the situation didn’t have a problem with what happened, including this boy’s parents. But that’s not good enough for the sportswriters’ community.
“Oh, you should never put your hands on a player! Oh, he should be suspended! Oh, he punched this boy in the face! I knew something like this would happen! He’s such a bully! When will he learn?” I swear, sportswriters need to pull their heads out of their asses.
Let me state here that I am no fan of Bobby Knight. I think the man is a walking disaster and I’ve always believed that one day, he was going to openly beat up a player. He carries way too much anger inside of him. There have been times in the past where I’ve felt that he was clearly wrong and that he should have been fired for things that would have landed him in jail out in the real world. This time wasn’t one of them.
I think the only reason why the sportswriters have taken this position that Knight did something wrong is because they thought America would go along with it. Usually, that’s why they take the moral high ground, I believe. But when the ESPN SportsNation poll came back, 72% of America didn’t see anything wrong with what happened. But the sportswriters were out there already, so they had to stick with their position, even though they knew they weren’t right.
All Knight was trying to do was get the boy to make eye contact and encourage him to play his game, by all accounts. Yet, if another coach had done the same thing, it wouldn’t have been a big deal at all. For example, in last year’s NCAA Tournament, UNC coach Roy Williams grabbed one of his players and forced him into a chair so he could yell at him. Didn’t even make a blip on the radar. I am a huge North Carolina fan and watch all their games and I didn’t even remember this. That’s how minor it was. But had it been Bobby Knight doing the same thing, the world would have been in an uproar again. Just like if Roy Williams had done what Knight did on Monday, you would have never heard about it.
This story has been news all week, but what story was glossed over a few weeks back? The one where Knight suspended his star player for not reaching HIS academic standards. The player wasn’t on academic probation and his wasn’t in violation of NCAA or Texas Tech standards. Bobby Knight holds his players to a higher standard academically than the NCAA does. And when the player didn’t reach that standard, he was gone until his grades came back up. Why wasn’t that one being discussed until people rolled their eyes at the mere mention of the topic?
I guess reading about the outrage of Knight’s anger outburst sells more papers than reading about something good that he did. I’d buy that if it wasn’t for the fact that no one buys a newspaper based on anything a sportswriters says or thinks. I hate sportswriters.
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Randy Moss has stated this week that he can’t play well unless he’s happy. Of course, everyone’s up in arms about his one. ESPN’s football analysts are pissed. Everyone is saying that his comments are a slap in the face to football players everywhere and that a leader wouldn’t do this. They feel that no matter what, he should still go try his best, no matter how much the team sucks. And they’re right.
The thing is, none of this is a surprise to me. You all should have been ready for this. But most importantly, you all were the fools for buying the crap he was flinging in the offseason about being a leader on that Raiders team. Had you done like I did, and brushed off all that “leader” talk, this comment wouldn’t have even fazed you.
I don’t care how good Randy Moss is/was. I would have never looked him to become a leader. He would have never become a captain on any team that I was coaching. Actually, it’s a telling sign that Oakland is in serious trouble, if they’re forced to look to Randy Moss for leadership. Let’s face it, Randy Moss walking off the field during a game or fake-mooning the crowd wasn’t that long ago. It’s either the captaincy of Randy Moss or the captaincy of Jerry Porter. Neither option really screams, “good situation.”
Personally, I commend his honesty. He could have just let us go on thinking that something was wrong with him or maybe that he had lost a step. In a way, it’s similar to Vince Carter admitting that he didn’t give his all for Toronto in those last years. I didn’t hold that against Carter because he had watched management destroy a team that was two points away from going to the Eastern Conference Finals in 2001. They hadn’t made any effort to make that team better, yet he’s expected to carry a subpar team year after year? The difference is, Randy Moss has only been in Oakland for two years and all he does is the equivalent of running wind sprints for two hours.
If that’s all he’s doing (because that’s all most receivers do), maybe he should just shut up and play.
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The Boston Red Sox have paid a Japanese baseball team $51.1 million for the right to talk to a pitcher that they have on their roster. They have 30 days to sign this player to a contract. Let that sink in for a second. They didn’t pay $51.1 million to the player – they paid $51.1 million for TEMPORARY RIGHTS to NEGOTIATE with a player. So they have to pay the player on top of paying the team for permission to talk to him. It’s the most expensive peep show of all time. Chances are, you think that’s as stupid as it sounds. For that kind of money, he better not give up a single hit all season, on the way to a 100 home run season that sees the Red Sox win two World Series at the same time. What’s that, you say? That sounds ridiculous? So does paying $51.1 million for permission to essentially talk to a guy’s interpreter and agent.
My Trip to the Georgia Dome
I sat down at the computer and let out a long sigh. That can only mean one thing: The Falcons just put out another shitty performance.
I guess losing to Detroit wasn’t bad enough. They had to lose to Cleveland, right here in the Georgia Dome. What made it worse is that I was at the game. I couldn’t even change the channel to watch someone else.
I think we walked around the perimeter of the Dome at least three times, just trying to get to our seats. That’s not counting the steep mile that we walked, trying to get to our nosebleed seats. Three rows back from the wall. At least there are no bad seats in the Georgia Dome. But we were so far up that we were actually above the rafters. I think there was a homeless person sleeping in the row in front of us. It’s not like security ever checks that high up.
Of course, when you’re in a section like that, there’s a good chance that your section is loaded with drunks. Ours was no different. One guy, who we named “Doug” (after the guy on King of Queens) was screaming until he was red in the face. He harassed every Browns fan that he saw. He was a good natured fan, who undoubtedly got drunk before he even got to the game. I think that’s why his face was so red. I was hoping to see him fall over the railing, actually.
Something that’s surprising, yet not surprising at all: There were a ton of Browns fans in the Dome. It’s not surprising because no one in Atlanta is actually from here. It is surprising because it seems like no matter who the Falcons play, there are enough fans from other cities to make up sizeable cheering section. There was one Browns fan a few rows down from us that I just wanted to push down the stairs, for no real reason, other than being a Browns fan and they had dropped two quick touchdowns on us already. Those Cleveland fans looked so smug, what with their decent receivers and hope for the future. Anyway, he was pretty big and the stairs are very steep, so he would have gotten some good momentum going before hitting Doug down at the bottom.
Speaking of Doug, at halftime, we ran into him while we were talking to some fans in the hot dog line. I was suggesting to them that they take off their Vick jerseys now, when Doug lumbered through, trying to talk trash about the Browns and how the Falcons were going to come back and win. You’ve gotta love an alcohol induced fantasy. He stood there and yelled at the top of his lungs for a few minutes before moving on to the next hot dog stand to start the whole thing all over again. I don’t know where he was going, but I don’t think he ever got there.
There’s a reason why I’m wasting time and space talking about Doug and the homeless guy: I really don’t want to talk about the game. By now, you have a pretty good idea of where I’m going with that stuff. And while I’ve grown to love the Falcons, it felt good to be around others who are also tired of the BS that’s been going on here. I’m tired of seeing them screw up and so is the rest of Section 332.
The Falcons fans started booing Vick after awhile. Started booing their three-and-outs, started booing the playcalling, just started booing everything. Except the defense, which is the only thing on the field worth cheering, at times. At the end of the half, backup quarterback Matt Schaub replaced Vick and the crowd lit up. You’d think that young Joe Montana just stepped out of the timestream and ran out on the field. Finally, we collectively thought. The offense will run properly. We might have a chance. After all, Schaub gave New England all they could handle last year.
He threw one pass. Incomplete. Vick came back on the field. The crowd booed.
There was a group of guys behind us that we started talking with after one of them brought up how Greg Knapp is a terrible coach. It’s wonderful how pure hatred can bring people together. Another one of those guys was the biggest (and only) Roddy White fan that I’d ever met. He went on and on about how good Roddy White is, but he just needs time. I countered with my man-crush on Ashley Lelie, which has got to be the gayest football name since Dick Butkus.
At the end of the game, when the Falcons were blowing yet another drive, out of nowhere, that guy started screaming at the top of his lungs for Roddy White to get the ball. We all laughed at him, until Roddy White actually caught the long bomb that Michael Vick threw his way. The catch put the Falcons in scoring position. He might have caught two passes all day. Meanwhile, my boy, Lelie dropped two big passes back in the first half. I would say that it just wasn’t my day, but we were both cheering for the same team.
Getting back to the Roddy White catch…Michael Vick wound up fumbling the ball a couple of plays later. Game over. A fitting end to the comedy of errors that was taking place on the field. So funny that I wanted to meet the coaching staff in the parking area around back.
We filed out of the Dome, having to deal with all those happy fans from Cleveland. I just covered my face whenever I could, because I was embarrassed with how the Falcons played, like I always am. It’s just a little different when you’re watching in your house, because you don’t have to look at the happy fans from the opposing team. They called me out when I put my hood on. Damn. This never happens when I’m sitting on the couch in the basement.
It would have if my brother in law was here, though. He’s from Cleveland. If it wasn’t for our retard President, he would have, no doubt, been on the phone with us after the game, talking trash. Maybe ill-advised wars aren’t such a bad thing after all.
Renn, I’m kidding. Come back safe.
In what seems to have become a recurring theme, my dad went to the store after the game and bumped into a guy who was also there. All he said to my dad was something about how Greg Knapp needs to be fired. Like I said, it feels good to know that others see what you’re seeing. The bad thing is, the right people aren’t seeing it, because Greg Knapp is still getting paid.
My dad brought up an excellent point about Greg Knapp: He’s keeping his job because he knows this supposed “West Coast Offense” so well, but just because he knows the offense doesn’t mean he knows how to call plays in game situations. Nothing epitomizes this more than his willingness to run on 3rd and long situations, yet today, when faced with a 3rd and 1, he called a pass play.
So screw it all. The Falcons must not want to win. That’s fine. I’m tired of watching. My blood pressure can’t take it. There’s plenty of good going on right now, anyway. The Hawks are 4-2 and leading their division. Desperate Housewives is coming on in a little while. Julie’s supposed to get caught making out with Edie’s nephew. Should be good one. Jay-Z has a new CD coming out. Scrubs will be back on Nov. 30. I like coleslaw. I’m going to let the Falcons screw up the good thing that’s sitting in their lap. I don’t care. Nope. No sir.
At least, until next week.
I guess losing to Detroit wasn’t bad enough. They had to lose to Cleveland, right here in the Georgia Dome. What made it worse is that I was at the game. I couldn’t even change the channel to watch someone else.
I think we walked around the perimeter of the Dome at least three times, just trying to get to our seats. That’s not counting the steep mile that we walked, trying to get to our nosebleed seats. Three rows back from the wall. At least there are no bad seats in the Georgia Dome. But we were so far up that we were actually above the rafters. I think there was a homeless person sleeping in the row in front of us. It’s not like security ever checks that high up.
Of course, when you’re in a section like that, there’s a good chance that your section is loaded with drunks. Ours was no different. One guy, who we named “Doug” (after the guy on King of Queens) was screaming until he was red in the face. He harassed every Browns fan that he saw. He was a good natured fan, who undoubtedly got drunk before he even got to the game. I think that’s why his face was so red. I was hoping to see him fall over the railing, actually.
Something that’s surprising, yet not surprising at all: There were a ton of Browns fans in the Dome. It’s not surprising because no one in Atlanta is actually from here. It is surprising because it seems like no matter who the Falcons play, there are enough fans from other cities to make up sizeable cheering section. There was one Browns fan a few rows down from us that I just wanted to push down the stairs, for no real reason, other than being a Browns fan and they had dropped two quick touchdowns on us already. Those Cleveland fans looked so smug, what with their decent receivers and hope for the future. Anyway, he was pretty big and the stairs are very steep, so he would have gotten some good momentum going before hitting Doug down at the bottom.
Speaking of Doug, at halftime, we ran into him while we were talking to some fans in the hot dog line. I was suggesting to them that they take off their Vick jerseys now, when Doug lumbered through, trying to talk trash about the Browns and how the Falcons were going to come back and win. You’ve gotta love an alcohol induced fantasy. He stood there and yelled at the top of his lungs for a few minutes before moving on to the next hot dog stand to start the whole thing all over again. I don’t know where he was going, but I don’t think he ever got there.
There’s a reason why I’m wasting time and space talking about Doug and the homeless guy: I really don’t want to talk about the game. By now, you have a pretty good idea of where I’m going with that stuff. And while I’ve grown to love the Falcons, it felt good to be around others who are also tired of the BS that’s been going on here. I’m tired of seeing them screw up and so is the rest of Section 332.
The Falcons fans started booing Vick after awhile. Started booing their three-and-outs, started booing the playcalling, just started booing everything. Except the defense, which is the only thing on the field worth cheering, at times. At the end of the half, backup quarterback Matt Schaub replaced Vick and the crowd lit up. You’d think that young Joe Montana just stepped out of the timestream and ran out on the field. Finally, we collectively thought. The offense will run properly. We might have a chance. After all, Schaub gave New England all they could handle last year.
He threw one pass. Incomplete. Vick came back on the field. The crowd booed.
There was a group of guys behind us that we started talking with after one of them brought up how Greg Knapp is a terrible coach. It’s wonderful how pure hatred can bring people together. Another one of those guys was the biggest (and only) Roddy White fan that I’d ever met. He went on and on about how good Roddy White is, but he just needs time. I countered with my man-crush on Ashley Lelie, which has got to be the gayest football name since Dick Butkus.
At the end of the game, when the Falcons were blowing yet another drive, out of nowhere, that guy started screaming at the top of his lungs for Roddy White to get the ball. We all laughed at him, until Roddy White actually caught the long bomb that Michael Vick threw his way. The catch put the Falcons in scoring position. He might have caught two passes all day. Meanwhile, my boy, Lelie dropped two big passes back in the first half. I would say that it just wasn’t my day, but we were both cheering for the same team.
Getting back to the Roddy White catch…Michael Vick wound up fumbling the ball a couple of plays later. Game over. A fitting end to the comedy of errors that was taking place on the field. So funny that I wanted to meet the coaching staff in the parking area around back.
We filed out of the Dome, having to deal with all those happy fans from Cleveland. I just covered my face whenever I could, because I was embarrassed with how the Falcons played, like I always am. It’s just a little different when you’re watching in your house, because you don’t have to look at the happy fans from the opposing team. They called me out when I put my hood on. Damn. This never happens when I’m sitting on the couch in the basement.
It would have if my brother in law was here, though. He’s from Cleveland. If it wasn’t for our retard President, he would have, no doubt, been on the phone with us after the game, talking trash. Maybe ill-advised wars aren’t such a bad thing after all.
Renn, I’m kidding. Come back safe.
In what seems to have become a recurring theme, my dad went to the store after the game and bumped into a guy who was also there. All he said to my dad was something about how Greg Knapp needs to be fired. Like I said, it feels good to know that others see what you’re seeing. The bad thing is, the right people aren’t seeing it, because Greg Knapp is still getting paid.
My dad brought up an excellent point about Greg Knapp: He’s keeping his job because he knows this supposed “West Coast Offense” so well, but just because he knows the offense doesn’t mean he knows how to call plays in game situations. Nothing epitomizes this more than his willingness to run on 3rd and long situations, yet today, when faced with a 3rd and 1, he called a pass play.
So screw it all. The Falcons must not want to win. That’s fine. I’m tired of watching. My blood pressure can’t take it. There’s plenty of good going on right now, anyway. The Hawks are 4-2 and leading their division. Desperate Housewives is coming on in a little while. Julie’s supposed to get caught making out with Edie’s nephew. Should be good one. Jay-Z has a new CD coming out. Scrubs will be back on Nov. 30. I like coleslaw. I’m going to let the Falcons screw up the good thing that’s sitting in their lap. I don’t care. Nope. No sir.
At least, until next week.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The Pointy-Haired Boss, David Stern
Okay, so we're about two weeks into the NBA season and we've had plenty of time to see the effects of some of the changes that David Stern has made. I personally think that he's bored with having such a well-run league, so he's resorting to just randomly moving things around, so it looks like he's being decisive. If things turn out well, it's a credit to his strong leadership. If things turn out bad, it's the players' fault. No matter what, it's a win-win for him. It's a method that comes from the "Dilbert School of Management."
First, there's the new ball. I wasn't aware that there was a dire need to change it. However, since it's gone, I guess we all have to get used to it. The really entertaining part about this is going to be how many times players randomly blame the ball for poor shooting performances. "The Living Commercial" LeBron James did this on Tuesday, after losing to the Atlanta Hawks.
Now, it would be one thing if he had been having trouble with the ball and had been complaining the whole time. No, this guy blames his poor free throw shooting and shot selection on the ball after four or five games (not including preseason, and the entire summer he's had to get used to the ball). It couldn't have possibly been that the Hawks have actually gotten better and you didn't take them seriously, could it? Nah, that's crazy talk.
Secondly, owners have to comport themselves in a way befitting...I dunno, rich people, I suppose. This is known as the "Mark Cuban" rule, a man who is a constant thorn in the side of David Stern and a constant source of entertainment for people like me. Really, you'd think outspoken owners like Cuban would be welcome in the league, because if all owners had a passion for their teams like he did, the Clippers wouldn't have been a guaranteed win for so many teams over the years. I really fail to see what the problem with Cuban is. He's only been a successful owner, turning around one of the worst franchises in about 4 years. He's good to his players and he gets out of the way of his management. People want to work for him and play for him. Do you think James Dolan or Jerry Reinsdorf have gotten such glowing reviews?
Thirdly, players are limited by what they can wear on the court and how they can wear it. The thinking here is that players will eventually become walking billboards for the products they shill. Because, of course, that's much better than, say...a certain shoe company buying all of the advertising space for a certain "center" where sports are discussed and playing the same four commercials featuring a certain ball playing huckster for two straight hours. Because of that episode of SportsCenter, I now HATE The LeBrons. I actually turned the channel during his commercials, because I was missing the variety of the other commercials.
Lastly, there's the "no whining" rule, also known as the "Sheed Rule." I really fail to see the point behind this one. There is the occasional player who does argue too much with the referees...like, 'Sheed, for example. But, if the threat of being ejected didn't stop him from running his mouth before, what is ejecting him faster, alongside four other players going to do?
So far we've seen players get technicals for just asking where the foul call was, showing frustration with themselves for fouling a player, and showing mere hints of emotion in the general direction of the official. The only thing that this rule has done is made sure that all players know what it feels like to get a technical. All calls are filed under the folder of "showing up the official," but anyone who watches basketball can tell you that over the years, the officials themselves have baited the players into getting technicals just by ignoring the players and brushing them off, even when the call was clearly blown.
This rule change is just the latest in a slippery slope that has managed to eliminate any and all forms of passion from a passionate game. First, they took away trash talking, forgetting the fact that all the greats over the years have done it, including Michael Jordan and Larry Bird. Then, they took away "taunting," which apparently includes looking in your opponent's general direction after dunking on him. Last year, they made the rule that you couldn't speak to any player at the free throw line, after "Constantly Advertising" LeBron James whispered something to Gilbert Arenas that made him miss both free throws and lose the game. It was a mindgame in the tradition of Charles Barkley, and Arenas lost. Simple as that.
Now, you can't express emotion where the ref can see it. I guess next year, you won't be allowed to smile or give hi-fives to your teammates. After that, butt-slapping will be eliminated, because it makes you gay. For God's sake, kids are watching.
These are rules that are based on judgment calls coming from people who oftentimes didn't see what actually happened and can't even be challenged by people who saw what happened. When was the last time you saw a referee reverse his call in the NBA? That's right...it's the same number as the amount of people who think that Isiah Thomas will be coaching the Knicks next year.
With rule changes like that, it's clear that David Stern has never competed in anything before. Talking to your opponent and getting into his head is part of the game, no matter what you're competing in. Taunting is the icing on the cake, although I admit, sometimes it did go too far. But these players are human and they express themselves as human beings do: By showing emotion. I can't be the only person who misses seeing Dikembe Mutombo wave his finger in someone's face when he got a block, or watching Michael Jordan stare down the center who just became his latest victim. Or even better, watching Michael Jordan wave HIS finger in Dikembe Mutombo's face after Mutombo got dunked on by Jordan.
Personally, I miss the trash talking. It was the only reason I would pay any attention to Gary Payton. Or the intensity generated by two players who really don't like each other, going back and forth, constantly reminding each other of what they just did. It was how rivalries were generated and it helps make basketball great. Do you really think that Magic Johnson and Larry Bird would have taken their games to the heights they did if they didn't dislike each other so much?
Now, we're at the point where you can't argue with someone who's deciding the game. This is a man who has more power than any other type of game official in sports, a man who can call the game pretty much however he wants, and cannot be questioned or criticized in any way, shape or form, without reprisal. This must be what it's like to be a member of the Catholic Church.
It's looking like David Stern won't be happy until he has emotion-controlling chips in all the players' heads, with everyone calmly running up and down the floor, doing the same things and reacting in the same way. And that's only until the basketball-playing robots are invented.
It seems the "Robopacalypse" will soon be upon us.
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