From the Cameron Citizen-Observer
From June 26, 2001
THIS JUST IN: Has anyone noticed the gas prices falling like the Phillies out of first place in the NL East? Speaking of which, the Braves decided they didn’t want to win this year by trading John Rocker. I don’t care if he insulted the Pope on MTV, playoff teams don’t trade a 26-year old left handed closer with two A-plus pitches. Reality check, people: Baseball players have been stupid for years and there are still racist people living in this country. Anyone who tells you different is selling something…
I was born in 1977 and that year, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar won the NBA Most Valuable Player Award. Before I was born, the NBA handed out 21 MVP Awards; 17 were given to centers. So it makes sense that the NBA Draft has been littered with seven footers, from Ralph Sampson to Yinka Dare. Since 1985, when the NBA first did a lottery for the first pick, only three players under 6’9 have gone number one: Larry Johnson, who played like a 6’10 power forward before his back blew out, Glenn Robinson, who’s 6’9 and Allen Iverson. The last two top picks, Elton Brand and Kenyon Martin, are undersized centers at 6’9 and 6’10, respectively. In this year’s draft, there are 20 players listed at 6’9 or taller – and that’s just the underclassmen. That doesn’t include international players like Pau Gasol from Spain, a 21-year-old 7 foot small forward! Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with kids who can’t drink or overrated college sophomores like Jamison Brewer from Auburn declaring for the NBA Draft. That’s the beauty of it all: Anyone can declare for the NBA Draft. You could declare for the draft, it’s only filling out paperwork and sending it in. But there’s no way you’ll be drafted, like Jamison Brewer, which is the problem: Anyone can declare for the NBA Draft. With thanks to comedian Lewis Black and knowledge that the draft will be over when you read this, here are some names to remember. If your team gets one of these players, consider yourself lucky.
Shane Battier – This isn’t exact, but I’m pretty sure Battier played 148 games at Duke. They won 133 of them. You can’t teach winning like that. He’s a good defensive player now, which is rare coming out of college. As a freshman, he shot 16 percent from three-point land. Last year, he shot 41 percent from downtown. He will improve, regardless whether he goes first or twenty-first.
Michael Bradley – Without any real national attention, he led the NCAA in field goal percentage. His game is in the post, but he can step out from 15 feet and face up. He’s a great boarder, can run the floor and has a mean streak that all good inside players have. He might not go high, but he will make an impact.
Jason Collins – With his twin staying at Stanford, Collins will go to the league on his own. Considered soft on the boards, he’ll have to prove himself inside. But he’s got a nice touch around the basket and can step outside with his jumper. He’ll go late, but a couple of years from now, he’ll be considered a steal in this draft.
Joseph Forte – He’s a guard from North Carolina, which means he will hit the outside shot. I have questions about his defense, but with the rule changes in the NBA, his ability to hit the open jumper matters more. He can be another UNC guard that scores in the NBA like Jerry Stackhouse, Vince Carter, Kenny Smith, Michael Jordan…
Troy Murphy – He was the quietest back-to-back Big East Player of the Year I’ve ever seen. He’s 6’11 and there is very little he can’t do offensively. He can play the post, but will excel at the small forward position. Granted, he won’t be able to defend the faster forwards, but he’ll score 18, grab nine boards and not even sweat.
Eddie Griffin – He might go number one and there’s little reason why he shouldn’t. Listed at 6’9, he drains threes like he’s shooting free throws. He’s a great shot blocker and anyone who watched a Seton Hall game last year knows he can run the floor. He fights for rebounds and it doesn’t stop there, his fight with teammate Ty Shine cost Seton Hall a NCAA tourney berth last year. But this is the NBA, where you choke your coach, take a year off, get a new contract and never face a penalty. Or you dominant undersized 16 year olds for a couple of years, go to the prom and decide ‘I’m ready for the NBA’. Either way, it’s a big joke and that’s the truth.
I’m a sports writer, so that means I try to keep most of my stories simple, plain and informative about sports.
Of course, there are those who view games as a link to real life, not to mention all the real live people who play sports for more than just fun and entertainment.
I was lucky enough to run into two different sets of people recently and write about them, so enjoy.
Striking out Diabetes
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a wonderful family, the Rogers, who recently were honored in Idaho as the Most Caring Coaches…
I’ve got a dream to travel from the various futbol cathedrals scattered throughout Europe.
It started with me playing FIFA Soccer in college, but then morphed into a legit dream, chalk full of using specific recording equipment, a grant/stipend from the NEA/NPR to finance the whole thing and give it an outlet, while I was writing/blogging for a publication upon my return.
Well, all of that would have to start with me covering professional soccer in the US, kind of like this…
And any editor worth his weight will look for side notes from the game to fill space, what the industry, or better known as the business, calls a notebook.
It’s three small notes, which was visable in the print edition, but our website people are lazy, what more can I say. It should look something like this…
Crowd size sets record
By Martin Kester
mkester@mcherald.com
Jacob Lawrence, a St. Joseph graduate who plays soccer at Bowling Green State, was on the field for 90 minutes in Brilla FC’s 0-0 tie with New Orleans.
Nevertheless, he took time to admire the fans at Mississippi College’s Robert Longabaugh Field.
“I was thinking Wednesday night, people are working, some people have summer school,” Lawrence said. “I really didn’t think the crowd was going to be this big at all.”
“I’m really blown away,” said Rusty Bryant, president and general manager of Brilla Soccer Ministries. “I thought being a Wednesday at 5 p.m. as hot as it is, it was going to be tough.”
The first-year franchise record crowd of 1,187 impressed the guests from New Orleans.
“I love what’s happened here. You can be really proud of it,” said Kenny Ferrell, co-owner and head coach of the Shell Shockers.
For their first three years in the league, the Shell Shockers played home games at Pan American Stadium in the city, but Hurricane Katrina forced the team to move to Muss Bertolino Stadium in Kenner, La., 13 miles west of New Orleans.
“Our attendance numbers have been between 250 and 400,” said Amanda Miller, general manager of the New Orleans Shell Shockers, “but we’ve only had three home games.”
Brilla will play there on June 29, the third of four consecutive road games before a final three game home stand to end the regular season.
Sharon Bishop of Clinton watched a majority of the record crowd enter Mississippi College’s Robert Longabaugh Field as one of many Brilla volunteers.
“The whole family is usually here,” said Bishop, whose daughter Erin works as the Women’s Team Ministry Assistant of Brilla Soccer Ministries and heads the volunteers for Brilla FC games. “It’s exciting to see the sport is continuing and I think it’s really wonderful that you can play soccer and be a Christian as well.”
Youngest daughter Noele Bishop was in attendance, but dad Mike couldn’t make the game because he was at work. Susan was a little surprised by the total numbers, but not shocked when she sees familiar faces.
“A lot of the folks that attend have children who play,” Bishop said. “I teach at Lovett Elementary (in Clinton), so I see a lot of my past students that I can remember played soccer, but we get out-of-towners as well.”
Brilla president and general manger Rusty Bryant concurs, feeling the team is for the soccer community of the metro-area.
“I don’t know a lot of these people and I’ve been in Clinton my entire life,” Bryant said. “I love getting to meet these new people and the excitement is definitely not just here in Clinton.”
Two years ago, Jacob Lawrence ended his high school career at Millsaps College’s Harper Davis Field, losing the 1A/2A/3A state championship to crosstown rival St. Andrew’s.
Dwyane Demmin coached the St. Joseph graduate, but now they both play as center back defenders for Brilla FC.
“It’s obviously different. I was taking orders from him a year ago, and now we’re giving orders back and forth,” said Lawrence, who finished his first year at Bowling Green State. “We make a good set back there.”
Both Lawrence and Demmin, each standing over 6-foot-2, moved into the box for each of the five corner kicks during Brilla’s 0-0 tie with the New Orleans Shell Shockers.
“We had a couple of corners that we miss-hit,” Lawrence said. “Those are really good opportunities and we can’t squander those because we have a lot of big guys in the box, especially coming out from the back.
“It’s a long run to go in for a corner kick, then we just loss the opportunity. Once we get a better service, I think we’ll be alright.”
THIS JUST IN: Last Saturday, I officially became a part of the working press, attending my first professional game from the press box of Arrowhead Stadium.
OK, it was a Wizards game, so the professional label is questionable. Especially after watching a 16 year old score two goals in less than 10 minutes.
While one reporter tried to find out if Santino Quaranta could speak English (he’s from Baltimore), I got my first glimpse of Chiefs new head coach Dick Vermeil.
He walked into the press box with a quizzical smile on his face, looked around and left. I’m not sure if no one noticed or if they just didn’t care. Either way, I notice when an almost certain member of the NFL Hall of Fame walks into a room and that’s all that matters…
- For the next two weeks, everyone is going to talk about the Lakers and how this is the beginning of a dynasty. At the start of training camp next year, I guarantee everyone is going to talk about Derek Fisher and how important he is.
Just remember, he’s still Derek Fisher, an average at best point guard. Nothing more.
- This past Saturday, the US National Soccer Team went down to Jamaica and left with an important draw. By the time this paper prints, they could be a win away from clinching a spot in the 2002 World Cup.
This is, by far, the best US soccer team ever. I remember three years ago when they finished dead last in France and the USSF set a plan in motion, stating a goal of winning the World Cup in 2010.
I remember laughing. It’s not quite so funny now.
- Watching American Legion baseball games at the Parkview Baseball Complex this past weekend makes me wish I grew up in Cameron.
Like I’ve said before, I played baseball in high school. My home field was 325 to left, 450 to center and 420 to right. Granted, we played on a rectangle, but if I played ball at CHS, I would strike out 50 percent of the time.
There’s no way I’m not swinging for the fences every time up. The longest part of the field is 310 to straight away center field?
This is no one person’s fault and the wheels to fix Field 4 have been set in motion. But if they need some oil, just watch an 18 year old hit an opposite field home run 295 feet. That’s just ridiculous.
- I’m just wondering, does it still hurt to see highlights from that MU-Nebraska football game? You know, the one that goes to overtime when the guy catches the ball off his feet?
I know I disavow all knowledge of the 1989 NFC Divisional Playoff game between the Giants and the Rams. It’s like it never happened.
- With the baseball season in full swing, I hate to bring up the fact that another work stoppage might be on the horizon. The labor agreement that ended the stupidity of 1994 ends this November and the two sides are as entrenched as ever.
Commissioner Bud Selig has been criticized for the wild card and interleague play, but none of that will matter if the game stops again. I will always love baseball, no matter what they do (unless that means introducing the DH in the National League).
But the rest of the country was just coming back. To ruin that with another work stoppage is a thought that keeps me up at night.
- I was this close to throwing away the season. It was Sunday night and the Mets were down 7-2 to those damn Yankees going into the bottom of the eighth.
I had already turned the channel and had resorted to flipping between the game and ‘200 Cigarettes’. Then, they started to remind me of my team - the team that never quits.
An error by Derek Jeter. A walk by Rey Ordonez. A clutch hit by Benny Agbayani. Tsuyoshi Shinjo nearly breaking his leg to keep the inning alive. Then Mike Piazza lost one into the Flushing night and all was right in the world.
Armando ‘Smoke’ Benitez goes 1-2-3 in the ninth, then gets another save on Monday night. I had forgotten they were 10 games out in August in 1973. But the same battle cry then is prevalent now: You Gotta Believe. Once again, I do believe and that’s the truth.
Industry lesson #62
If you get copy in early, especially anything previewing a future event, you can expect to see it used. Whether that’s by your company or elsewhere, it’s always good to get your work in early to get it out to the public.
The same can be said for these two articles, the game stories from the previews before. Here’s the shorter C-L version, granted they cut for space and the longer version from the Madison County Herald, which has still been left off their site.
THIS JUST IN: While wondering where I can get my hair done and what happened to youth baseball in this town…
Whether you’re watching the NBA Finals for the concerts or the game shows, get used to it. Not only will NBC continue to avoid boring analysis from washed up coaches and over-zealous reporters, it will also continue to broadcast the Sixers and the Lakers in the NBA Finals for the foreseeable future. They are the two best teams in basketball and neither one is getting any worse.
As long as Shaq and Kobe play on the same team, it won’t matter if they’re on the same page. They are the two best basketball players in the world, period. I could be running the point for LA and we’d still win 50 games.
Philadelphia, on the other hand, is the best team in basketball because they have the best coach. If Matt Geiger, George Lynch and last year’s first round pick, Speedy Claxton (out all season with a torn ACL) were healthy, the Sixers wouldn’t have lost a playoff game until the Finals.
So let people tell you about the emergence of the Dallas Mavericks. Let people say the Milwaukee Bucks will be tough next year. That Chris Webber, whether he ends up in Houston or New York, will make a difference. Let people tell you that Michael Jordan will return and win his seventh ring.
Let people talk all they want. Just remember next year, when you’re watching Bill Walton vote President Clinton off the island during halftime of the Finals, you’ll still be watching Philly and LA.
Derek Jeter is 26. Last week, Allen Iverson turned 26. Jennifer Capriati and Tiger Woods are 25. All are at the top of their sports, but which one is considered old? Here’s a hint: She just won the French Open.
For every high school senior or college freshman that declares for the NBA Draft, there are five 14 year olds that leave home to join a tennis academy or junior ice hockey program. No one said a word when Martina Hingis was winning Grand Slam events before she could drive a car, but everyone makes noise when an 18 year old decides he doesn’t want to wait three years to make his first million.
My friend always points out the case of Terrance Morris of Maryland. Two years ago, after his sophomore year, he was a guaranteed lottery pick. Now, he’ll be lucky if he gets drafted in the first round. Sure, he might have gotten his degree, but it’s not going to help in his chosen profession.
At 13, Capriati had her profession chosen for her: the savior of women’s tennis. With Chris Evert’s retirement the year before, Capriati became the poster child for the sport. She was good enough to make the semifinal of the French Open, but not good enough to handle the pressure. Then again, maybe she just wasn’t old enough.
She flamed out and became the poster child for talent wasted, ending up in drug rehabilitation after getting caught shoplifting. To see her jumping for joy last Saturday was the bright spot of my weekend. To rise and fall that far, only to get up and rise again is like a Greek myth, only she didn’t have to die in the end to achieve eternal happiness.
Ray Bourque is about as old as a Greek myth. Alex Tanguay of the Colorado Avalanche was six weeks old when Bourque started his career. It took two decades, but one of hockey’s greatest defensemen finally got to drink from Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Living in Boston for four years, I know first hand how much Bourque meant to that city. They love losers like no other city in America, just look at the Red Sox.
But Bourque was a winner and they knew it. When he was traded to Colorado, it was only because the Bruins were nowhere near winning the Cup. One Boston radio station actually put a billboard up in Denver, telling the team to win it for Beantown.
When the final horn sounded last Saturday night, a cheer went up in Denver, but it was louder in Boston and that’s the truth.
No, this isn’t Funk Doctor Spot and his cronies calling out “Two for $5″. This is your beloved blogger has two stories in the Clarion-Ledger today, both about baseball and here’s the links.
I’ll keep this short, mostly because I don’t really care about this sport, especially during baseball season. But I did go to a university that dropped football and now playing the first hockey game of the season for Homecoming, so I would be remiss not to comment on the Anaheim Ducks, no longer Mighty but strong enough to pry Lord Stanley’s Cup away from its rightful owners to our north. And in five games no less?
Why does no one care? Probably because everyone south of the International Boundary could give two squirts of piss about hockey.
I hate to be the rating harbinger but a major network 1.5 for anything is pathetic. In fact, it’s the worst rating, to borrow an Ali voice, Of All Time!!!
Tim Cowlishaw has a great column about the 10 things to save the NHL. I don’t think it can be saved. They had their chance and blew it twice, first with a stupid strike that no one cared about, especially since the owners won, then the move that will eventually lead to their demise in this country, an item that Cowlishaw listed fourth but is the only one that matters in my book.
“Kiss up to ESPN. Make amends. There’s still enough room for programming at the world-wide leader to get your games back there. Versus gives the NHL no presence at all. The studio show has Bill Clement, a great analyst, in the misguided role of host.
Get back to ESPN – even if it’s ESPN2 – and get your highlights back on SportsCenter.”
Fans would have loved to see the three-headed monster that is San Antonio face against the veteran team from Detroit in the NBA Finals.
Everyone except people around the world not located near the Alamo or 8-Mile, television executives, my mom and David Stern.
The NBA and their partners would never root for a specific team, we all know that. So we all know that Game 5 was like Christmas morning, the lighting of the Shamash during the Festival of Light and the last day of Ramadan rolled into one.
The ascension of LeBron and The King’s Chosen Few means sports fans like myself may actually tune in, which is the only way to judge the importance of your event nowadays.
Almost to the day two years ago, June 15 to be precise, ABC drew just 7.2% of U.S. TV households to watch the Pistons win Game 3 from the Spurs. It was down 32 percent from the previous year, when there was actually a cavalcade of stars with the final year of the Lakers’ old-man bandwagon in pursuit of a title.
In 1981, the NBA Finals on an evening tape-delay still drew a 6.7. For those non-communication majors in the crowd, that means the game was already decided when it was broadcasted nationally.
From that point on, the numbers never slipped lower than a 10, until the record low in 2003, a 6.5 when your same boring Spurs faced the hometown New Jersey Nets.
I’m sure our mutual friend Scott had his eyes glued to the screen, but just like when we were all at The Castle on the Hill, I don’t watch the Nets.
In fact, I never really watched the NBA, despite claiming to know a thing or three about it. The regular season lasts forever and the playoffs seem to follow suit.
A Georgetown follower for over 20 years, I followed Alonzo Mourning to Charlotte, then followed Allen Iverson to Philadelphia. But all that meant was I would watch Sportscenter with a vested interest when their highlights came on.
In 2000, I had a vested interest in the NBA playoffs living in Portland, Oregon. As the Blazers made a deep run and had the Lakers on the ropes, me and my roommate Dru made plans to sleep outside the Rose Garden ticket gates, less than a couple of miles from our apartment, for Finals tickets.
Taken straight from Wikipedia: The Blazers were leading in Game 7 in Los Angeles, before the Lakers came back and won the series in a 4th-quarter rally. That’s the rally that’s ended with Kobe throwing the oop to Shaq, who runs back down court with his giant mouth in an O.
Trust me, if you’ve seen basketball, you’ve seen this and that essentially ended my love affair with the league. That and I moved back east.
Even in my current Central Time Zone, I’ve got little desire to stay up until midnight to watch any game, yet alone one that will allow the final 2 minutes on the clock last 20 in real time.
So with all that being said, I’m wondering why ABC would decide to start every game at 9 p.m. including Games 2 and 5, which would be on Sundays.
You want to know the reason why football is truly king in this age of video-everything. Yes, it helps to have a short season meaning every game matters even more, but it’s the fact that every game IS PLAYED DURING A REASONABLE TIME.
Same thing can be said about NASCAR, golf and to a much lesser extent, baseball. There’s something to be said for watching something, then still having your entire evening ahead of you.
I’m willing to eat my weight in cheese if Bud grew a pair and told Fox, “Hey, I would like some of my younger fans to be able to watch a World Series game before they have to go to sleep…”
But that’s another battle for another day.
So with all of this going against the NBA: the horrible timing of games and sagging ratings with viewers choosing to flip between 150 channels, their TiVo or DVR, watch online updates as they blog and so forth, why am I smiling?
Because LeBron James is that good.
Rarely does anyone with the amount of hype live up to the billing. I mean, the guy was projected as a number one pick as a high school junior. How many of us were ready for their current adult profession while still trying to reach third base with a girl?
Huh, what? I meant get into a three-way. Yeah, that’s the ticket. A three-way with…an upperclassman and her sister, yeah, that’s right. That’s the ticket.
The point is I’ll join the masses, like the guy at the gas station where I get my milk for $2.99 a gallon, and watch the Finals. To be witness to what, I don’t know, but I’m sure my wife still won’t care, and that’s the truth.
I know I’m late with this for my readers, dangling in the low tens, but I wanted to share thoughts on the couple of films I saw last weekend.
The first was Children Of Men, an absolutely beautiful picture with Clive Owen proving that he is the top British actor of the day without question.
The film is based on the book by the same name. I haven’t read it, but I probably goes into a little more details about the fundamental truth necessary to understand the film.
Something happened in the world and by 2027, everyone is sterile. A great scene early in the film shows everyone focused on a television, watching a news story about the death of the world’s youngest person, an 18-year old from Brazil.
Before I give you a clip, courtsey of YouTube, I must say this is easily one of the best shot films in years. It looks great from all aspects, especially with the use of the one-shot, meaning no cuts, during action scenes. It adds so much to the movement of the movie.
I don’t give grades, I just advise to rent it and here’s a clip.
On to the next movie, one I’m sad to say I’ve seen, but will easily become a guilty pleasure, and that is Accepted.
I’ll start by saying that I’m folly for simple movies like this. I love P.C.U. with Jeremy Piven and it’s clear this wants to be that movie so bad.
But just like LeBron isn’t Michael (more like Magic), Accepted is not PCU and Justin Long is not Piven. Long was funny in Dodgeball, another guilty pleasure movie, and he’s funny here again.
Lewis Black is in this movie and luckily, they let him be Lewis Black, which is just fine for the role.
I couldn’t ruin the plot of this film if I tried. Basically, Long’s character doesn’t get into college. He makes one up with a website, logo and the whole nine. Gets a couple of friends in a similar situation and with the check for school, leases an old hospital.
Antics begin when other students who didn’t get accepted find the website. Of course, the big school down the road wants to demolish the school and yadda yadda yadda…
It’s a quick little thing. The blonde from “Sisterhood” is in it and cute
and it brings some laughs and it’s over before you know it. If you can catch it on cable and there’s nothing else on, it’s a nice time waster. Next up, I’ve got the final eight episodes of The Riches on my DVR and I’m hoping they won’t be the last…
THIS JUST IN: It’s debatable, but the greatest class of women’s basketball players just graduated and entered the WNBA and the number one pick was a 6’5 woman from Australia.
Lauren Jackson is already considered one of the best players in the world. The Miller twins and Jackie Stiles are pure shooters that can create their own shot. Ruth Riley and Katie Douglas are fresh off their battle for the national championship last spring. Semaka Randall was a starter at the University of Tennessee, the mecca for women’s basketball, and she was a second round pick.
The best women basketball players in the world are evenly distributed on 16 teams with a short season, the ideal situation for any sport. But the real question is: Who cares?
Quinn Synder and the University of Missouri gave Duke a huge scare in the second round of the NCAA Tournament last spring. With Kareem Rush coming back and a great recruiting class, the Tigers are expected to compete for the Big 12 title and possibly more.
Each year in college football, Bobby Bowden is expected to take Florida State to the National Championship game.
In baseball, expectations are like mail. Most of it is bad and it changes every day. In April, Red Sox fans expected their team to stink. Now that they are contending, they expect that this is the year they break The Curse of the Bambino.
When the trading deadline approaches, clubs that expected to contend will expect to get top prospects for aged stars like David Wells and Ken Caminiti.
Owners that expected to raise pennant flags will fire their managers for performances below expectations; like Felipe Alou, formally of the Montreal Expos. Owner Jeffery Lurie expected his young team to battle for the National League East crown. With the third worst record in the National League, Alou became the scapegoat. But how fair is that?
In 1994, Alou managed the best team in baseball, full of young talent that was winning now. Pedro Martinez, Jeff Fassaro and John Wetland anchored the staff. Larry Walker and Moises Alou provided the power. The strike ended the season and three years later, all those players became stars for other teams.
Is it Alou’s fault that management made horrible decisions? No, but each season is full of new expectations, regardless of past blunders.
An expectation is an assumption. And as we all know, ‘When you make an assumption, you make an ass out of you and mption’, whoever that is.
Tim Blackwell was second team All-State last year as a sophomore. An assumption is that he will improve and lead Cameron to the Sectionals. An expectation is that he will be first team All State this year.
But what if, knock on wood; he can’t live up to these expectations. What if he has an injury that allows him to play, but not perform to his full capabilities like Allen Iverson in the playoffs? Will he be praised for his courage and heart, playing through the pain or will Dragon fans talk badly about him behind his back?
With Ron Bowers stepping down as head coach of the football team, what are the expectations for the new coach? Whoever it is, they will inherit a team that went 1-9 last year and lost 80 percent of their offense to graduation.
Nevertheless, if Cameron football goes 1-9 again, people will call for his head.
Expectations are not fair. They’re not fair to make and they’re not fair to the people they’re made for. But that doesn’t stop anyone from making them or getting mad when they don’t come through.
I expected the New York Mets to keep Mike Hampton this past off-season. They didn’t and I moved on. I’m still a Met fan and that’s the most important thing.
That’s the beauty of sports in my eye. Teams are still going to be there tomorrow, regardless of what you think or say about them yesterday. But that doesn’t mean you should abuse that right by expecting anything from your team. They don’t owe you anything, even if you go pay to see them.
Remember, advertising pays players salaries, not four bleacher seats and 12 beers before the sixth inning.
When I was growing up, my mom expected me to become a lawyer. I expected to play second base at Shea Stadium. We were both wrong.
As a single bachelor, I expect to be surrounded by women like John Travolta in those “Swordfish” commercials. But look at the picture, would you date that guy? Better yet, would you let your daughter date that guy? I know I wouldn’t and that’s the truth.
For anyone who watches “The Showbiz Show” on Comedy Central, this is for you.
For those of you who don’t, but remember Spade from Saturday Night Live, think if they took the Hollywood Minute and made it into a somewhat entertaining 22-minutes for cable TV.
Enjoy.
If you didn’t like that, too much boobs could be one reason, then how about this gem during my favorite part of the show, “There, I said it.”
