Now like a journal or diary, only without the sincerity.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Built for Manly Exertions


Well, this exists.

Also: these things are not cheap!

Some highlights:

  • Warning: Buying a Utilikilt may lead to feelings of smugness, freedom and absolute, unabashed manliness. We've got 7 styles of Utilikilts to cover your ass in every occasion. Stock up and donate your pants to the homeless.
  • The Workman's also has our Modesty Closure System. This is simply a snap at the bottom front of the kilt that can be snapped to the center back of the kilt, turning it into shorts! (It's a nice thing to do when your friend is standing below you holding the ladder!)
  • Built for manly exertions, the Spartan has more style than you've got energy.
  • The Tuxedo model kilt from Utilikilts is the way to make a tuxedo even classier!
  • And, regarding the "Leather" model: Pure sex, baby. Nuff said.
UPDATE: Also, this, from the "Leather" sales page: We had to redesign our whole pleating system to get it to work with this gorgeous material. The results? This Utilikilt is undoubtedly better hung than you are.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Sometimes Athletes Do Nice Things

Caron Butler of the Washington Wizards showed up a 15-year-old kid's surprise birthday party, and hung out in the basement watching basketball. I wouldn't even do that, mostly because kids that age are generally pretty big jerks (strange hormonal times, you know?), so good for Caron.

My favorite part of the article about the party, though, is the crack reporting that went into getting this story: "WRC found out about the party through Lindsay Czarniak's hairdresser's son."

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

May I suggest "Jaggerfish"

From a very interesting article (interesting mostly for the pictures, I'll admit) about deep, deep sea life, we get this image of an "as yet unidentified species":


Since this picture exists, I'll assume by "unidentified" they mean "not yet named." If any marine biologists are out there reading, angry that becoming a marine biologist did not necessarily guarantee them a chance to tumble with Shamu, and looking to make a name for themselves, I offer this advice: Name this sucker (no pun intended), and don't name him after yourself. They named the dumbo octupus on a pop culture visual reference, you do the same for this red weirdo.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Whole Call

Courtesy of America's Mayer (Trademark, Guiliani--in your face!) we get the whole 911 call of the wickedly entertaining stoned cop and amateur baker. Apparently, he did call his mom--well, his mother-in-law--and he's a Detroit Red Wings fan. It's worth listening to the whole thing. I especially like his evasiveness on the question of how much pot he "bought" (he confiscated it as a policeman, in case you forgot) and whether there were any weapons in the house (presumably, because he didn't want them to know he was an officer).

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More PK: Around the World League in 3700 Words

News Flash: Peter King starts his column about an NFL game in Europe and then reveals at the end that he will vacationing there next week. Maybe PK = pro Köln (Zenturio).

NEWS FLASH: The Chiefs are likely to be the next international host for a regular-season game. Look for Kansas City to play in Germany against a still-to-be-determined foe -- probably in 2008. My guess is the opponent will be Buffalo, one of the non-division foes the Chiefs are slated to play at home in 2008, but we'll see.

I get the news part, but where’s the flash? Also, maybe the Bills should relocate to Cologne or something (doesn’t everyone who writes about football always mention the possible relocation of the Bills?).

"I think we're going to Deutschland,'' club president Carl Peterson told me last week. "All teams are eventually going to play a game outside the United States under the league's current plan. Our stadium's going to be under renovation for a couple of years, and if there's a good time for us to play a game overseas, it's probably next year.'' Plus, says Peterson, "My head coach is one-half German, and my defensive coordinator was born in Germany.'' Hmmm. Never knew that one-half-German part about Herman Edwards.

Kansas City über alles. One, I didn’t know that Herman (henceforth and forevermore “the German”—at least to Chris “the German” Berman) Edwards was “one-half German.” Two, why would someone say “one-half” and not just “half”?

One other important factor here: No other NFL exec is as into NFL Europa (nee World League of American Football, nee NFL Europe, nee NFL Spring League That No One in America Gives Two Hoots About) and the idea of a developmental league as Peterson. He loves the concept of pushing football to a European audience, and he knows there's some significant fan interest in Germany -- Frankfurt drew 38,125 partiers for its opener with Amsterdam in April.

I hadn’t realized that NFL Europa had gone through so many name changes. Plus, maybe the proximity of Rhein-Main Air Base to Frankfurt has something to do mit dem Popularitat von Frankfurt Galaxis.

Which brings me to the point of this column: Roger Goodell is very quickly putting his mark on the sport, and he's doing it by having an open mind.

Except about the NFL’s ridiculous drug policy. The doors of perception are closed.

You've seen the trial balloons floated in the past few weeks. A league official mentions the idea of a 17-game schedule to an Associated Press reporter, and soon it's the hot talk of every NFL blogger in the business. A Minneapolis reporter broaches the chance of the draft starting on a Friday night, with the first half of the first round possible for prime time. (Imagine the intrigue, by the way, of next year's Brady Quinn not being drafted in the first half of the first round, and ESPN and NFL network cameras trailing him out to a cry-in-his-prix-fixe dinner Friday night at midnight. Must-see TV!)

And watch Peter King cry about Quinn’s ruining an otherwise acceptable meal.

ESPN.com's Len Pasquarelli reports the first stuff about the snail's-pace first-round timing likely being reduced from 15 minutes to, possibly, 10. (And hallelujah for that. Shorten the second round to five while you're at it, competition committee, and every other round to three minutes.) I'm writing the NFL-in-Germany likelihood. And Goodell loves it all.

We get it, Peter. The NFL is very popular, and you’re part of the buzz.

First: It is late May, and none of us who have covered the NFL have seen the Hot Stove hotter at this time of year. Everywhere you turn -- from the bad news (Mike Vick, Pacman, Tank Johnson) to the wheeling-dealing news (Randy Moss) to the innovative (17-game schedule, Friday Night Draft, European football, Chinese football) -- there's an NFL story in the hopper.

First, you just mentioned the last three things on the first page. Second, don’t act like you didn’t present the Moss deal as anything but bad news. Third, I thought that the hot stove referred to off-season deals and stuff, not dog-fighting rings and paralyzed Vegas bouncers.

Second: By virtue of the floated stories, Goodell gets to read the tea leaves from the NFL machine. Players, coaches, GMs, the media and fans can respond and react, something that often didn't start until after meetings like the spring session the league will convene Tuesday in Nashville.

Right, the NFL is very good at insinuating itself into the sports media all year, but “read[ing] the tea leaves” makes the whole process sound a bit haphazard and mystical, which it most certainly isn’t.

Third: Goodell is doing what he promised owners he'd do when he was quietly pushing for the job a year ago. He stressed three things in the search process -- keeping the game strong, keeping all 32 franchises competitive, and making sure everyone in the league was focused on the innovations that would keep the league one of the strongest entertainment entities in the world.

Maybe the Raiders suck just because Al Davis wants to spite Goodell and to foil thing number two.

Stat of the Week

This is how idiotic the trend toward re-doing perfectly good contracts is getting.

Fourteen months ago, New York Jets guard Pete Kendall, a serviceable but not Pro Bowl guard, renegotiated his contract into a four-year deal, through 2009. The Jets gave him a $3.9 million signing bonus and salaries of $1.3 million, $1.7 million, $2 million and $2.4 million. That's four years and $11.3 million.

A few months after earning the last of the $5.2 million his first year called for in salary and bonus, Kendall wants a new contract because of the insane money guards got in the free-agent market this offseason.

Right, it’s not like the Jets can simply undo a perfectly good contract on a whim and at any time.

Let's extrapolate. The salary cap has gone up $24 million over the last two years. If all the players who signed four-year contracts in the last two years suddenly felt they were grossly underpaid, and said they weren't playing football again until their contract was fixed, what do you think would happen? I'll tell you what: There'd be 250 players skipping mini-camps and offseason programs right now, and there'd be a job-action crisis unlike any we've seen in this league in years.

So every other position in the NFL saw the boon that guards did in the offseason? And what kind of asshole threatens to skip mini-camp? This kind.

Oh, and one other thing: Kendall will be 34 in July.

Sounds as though he knows his time is limited, and Peter, for someone who is so frequently sympathetic to the plights of older, crippled NFL retirees, doesn’t seem to be putting two and two together on this one.

Some contract causes are just. Kendall's is insane.

So some guys who just signed those four-year contracts are getting screwed—do they get to complain, and should we extrapolate to the entire league again?

FotWtMIOPK

In 1976, Cornell football coach George Seifert, in the midst of a disastrous 3-15 two-year run at the Ivy League school, prowled the sidelines during a 28-12 loss to Brown in upstate New York. He was fired after the season.

In the Cornell radio booth that day, as he was for every game of the Big Red's debacle of a season, was student broadcaster Keith Olbermann.

In the visitors' radio booth that day was Brown student broadcaster Chris Berman.

The next season in which Seifert was a head coach (1989), he won a Super Bowl with the 49ers, while Berman and Olbermann critiqued him for ESPN.

No shit. Do you think that Brown students were as tired of Berman’s shtick (which is about the nicest way possible to refer to what that guy does) as we are now?

Oh, but this factoid isn’t of interest just to PK. The caption on an accompanying picture of a grinning Olbermann reads, “Keith Olbermann will co-host NBC's 'Football Night In America' on Sundays this fall. And now we have the Official GE >> pk Moment of the Week. (Make it your OGE>>pkMotW, potential sponsors.)

A/ETNotW

Aggravating doesn’t begin to cover it for one motorist.

Eyewitnessed at the Pilgrim Shopping Plaza, Verona, N.J.:

Woman in late-model minivan, just in front of me, begins to turn right into a row of parked cars, looking for a parking space. She slams her brakes suddenly, causing me to slam mine. The reason: Another woman, this one in a tan Audi, is driving slowly down the row, right in the middle of the row, with a cell phone pressed to her ear. The Audi women is not paying attention, until the minivan woman leans on her horn continuously for a full five seconds. Now the minivan woman puts her car in park and, with her van cutting off the Audi, gets out of the car. I've never seen this before. Audi woman looks steamed.

As I am fond of saying, the biggest asshole is the asshole who forces someone else to be an asshole. Here’s a classic example. Minivan woman is the aggrieved party, but Audi woman is angry when she is called out for her inconsiderate behavior. Fuck you, Audi woman. Fuck you straight to hell.

"GET OFF YOUR *&%#ING PHONE! GET OFF YOUR &^%#ING PHONE!'' minivan woman yells while walking to the window of Audi woman. Audi woman's window is closed. Good thing. Minivan woman would slug her in the jaw if the window were open.

So what does “*&%#sound like, anyway?

I find myself cheering on minivan woman. Where's the enforcement of the cell-phone laws in some states, the ones that mandate users not be holding the phone while driving?

Regular readers of PK’s MMQB should know why this is so funny, but I’ll explain anyway. One, Peter routinely decries violence in the media (except for the violence that occurs in The Sopranos—and how about A. J., hunh? Also, word to the wise: do not lewdly proposition Meadow Soprano with crude double-entendres about cream on her face). Two, several times, including just last week, Peter has noted the total awesomeness of chatting on the cell phone while driving.

I can’t wait to find out what happened.

Minivan woman yammers some really good Jersey language at Audi woman, and I never hear Audi woman because she never opens her window. She looks like one of those people in a Southwest Airlines commercial. (You know, the ones that ask, "Want to get away?) Minivan woman gives her a middle-finger salute, shakes her head angrily, and I back up to give her room to back up and let Audi woman slink away, phoneless.

Go get her, minivan woman!

While minivan woman is a modern-day hero, we should all remember that sometimes the minivan women of the world end up like this.

That is, buried in a cemetery with big barrels in it.

QotW II

"I want to go on record. Charlie [Frye] is our guy. With our new offensive system, Charlie could be looking at a big year.''
-- Cleveland wide receiver Braylon Edwards.

Romeo Crennel and Phil Savage will be surprised to hear that, after spending next year's first-round pick and this year's second-rounder on Brady Quinn.

Don’t blame Braylon, PK. He’s just operating by the Official Brett Favre Rules of Players-as-General-Managers. Phil Savage needs to get on the same page with Braylon.

QotW III

"It might cause some friction. If you're going to be part of the team, you should be there always. To be a part of the team, you have to be there with the team.''
-- New York Yankees relief pitcher Kyle Farnsworth about the prospect of Roger Clemens coming and going as he pleases when he joins the team later this month.

It certainly will cause some friction now.

QotW IV

"Say good-bye to that high moral ground, Bob. The Patriots ... put their standards on the shelf in the quest for victory. They might be the best team in football, but the Patriots are no longer 'different' from all the other NFL organizations.''
-- Boston Globe columnist Dan Shaughnessy, to Patriots owner Bob Kraft, in the wake of the Patriots trading for serial loafer Randy Moss and drafting safety Brandon Meriweather in the first round. Meriweather fired gunshots at an assailant last year, and also stomped on a Florida International player during the infamous Miami-FIU brawl.

When did the New England Patriots become a cross between Teach for America and the Peace Corps? Their coach is a huge asshole and a known adulterer who plays guys with post-concussion syndrome after threatening their careers. And Moss isn’t really that bad. He’s had one encounter with the law that was overblown. And why does any sports figure in Boston talk to Shaughnessy ever?

Onward: I may not know much, but I know what I think I think.

1. I think this is the sign that Peyton Manning is not satisfied with winning one Super Bowl, courtesy of Tony Dungy: When he reported to the offseason program, Manning was told three veterans had not reported to the voluntary workouts and did not plan to report. "Give me their phone numbers,'' Manning said, and he called them, and he got at least two of them to come in for some of the workouts. "He hasn't changed a bit,'' Dungy told me. "His love of the game is so great to see.''

I am two-thirds impressed by that story, which is one-sixth more impressed than how German Herman Edwards is.

2. I think the evidence mounts, Mike Vick. If you've got anything the authorities are going to uncover, it's always better to come clean before you're forced to. Remember Luis Castillo? He was about to get embarrassed by a positive steroid test before the 2005 draft, and he contacted all 32 teams with a pre-emptive strike, explaining why he tested positive and how he'd never use steroids again. He got picked in the first round, hasn't had a whit of a problem since, and has been an Eagle Scout off the field. We forgive in America, most often when a person who is truly sorry appears before us.

So Michael Vick was holding dog fights to recuperate from an injury suffered his senior year of college that could have tanked his stock in the draft? Also, why is cheating to enrich one’s self okay?

Think-I-Think 3 is a 349-word bit on the NFL Network cable stuff that PK mentioned last week, 265 of which are by NFL Network shill Seth Palansky. Yeah, I don’t care either.

5. I think in six months, the New York Giants are going to be wishing they had changed coaches last January ... and hired Mike Tomlin.

I think that, if one polled the Giants players, they’d wish that right now.

6. I think the reason Keyshawn Johnson is a great fit with Tennessee is simple: He is Drew Bennett, only with two years left instead of five.

Noteworthy because Peter makes the rare cross-racial sports comparison—well-done. PK > latent racism.

7. I think I'm late in praising a superb story by Ron Borges in the Boston Globe eight days ago regarding Randy Moss and what he has left.

Borges quotes former Raiders offensive coordinator Tom Walsh as saying: "Randy Moss is a player whose skills are diminishing, and he's in denial of those eroding skills. Randy was a great receiver but he lacked the work ethic and the desire to cultivate any skills that would compensate for what he was losing physically later in his career. He told me last year, 'I'm too old to practice on Wednesday and Thursday, but I'm not too old to play on Sunday.' Did they start a senior league?' ''

Peter is clearly determined to make sure that we know his opinions about Moss, but hasn’t Steve McNair pioneered the no-practice-during-the-week-play-on-game-day move? Did any of his coaches accuse him of wanting to join a senior league?

The skeptics among us would say that Walsh should have stayed retired in Idaho instead of being brought out of mothballs by Art Shell. But the skeptics among us did not work alongside the mysterious Moss every day for six months either. So while I think Walsh was a ridiculous hire by the Raiders, a prehistoric hire, I also think he knows 20 times more about Moss than everyone reading (and writing) this column. So I trust his opinion.

However -- and this is an important however -- people can change when they have to change. And Moss knows he has to change. He has talked with Bill Belichick, and I'm pretty sure the Randy Moss who attends his first official team function -- the Patriots' full-squad mini-camp the first week of June -- will be on his best behavior, and he'll be running hard when training camp starts in late July. If he's not, we'll find out soon enough. And remember the one thing I've said about Moss all along: The Patriots still have the next three-plus months to make a determination on Moss without it costing them anything other than a fourth-round draft choice and some very bad publicity.

People can change? What? I thought that the deal was bad no matter the outcome. And more bad publicity than the deal has already received in the e-pages of MMQB? Randy Moss must envy W.’s approval rating.

8. I think the rookie who's made the worst first impression in the three weeks since draft day, easily, is New Orleans wide receiver Robert Meachem. How on God's green earth can a rook be 19 pounds overweight at the team's first mini-camp? And what kinds of red flags must that send up to the coaching staff and front office about to make the man a jillionaire? "I think I had like nine [pre-draft] visits to teams,'' Meachem said after injuring an ankle at the Saints' minicamp last week. "And every visit they gave you a big old meal. I tried to work out when I could, but I don't think I got enough workouts in.'' Uh-oh.

Again with the jillionaire stuff? The biggest uh-oh is that Robert Meachem thinks that nine meals can make him nineteen pounds overweight. Get this guy a personal nutritionist now. Also, Robert Meachem always seemed to be an underachiever to me when he was at Tennessee.

And now to the dessert (or desert, probably), the non-football think-I-thinks.

a. It's quite possible that I am a loon, but I love that AFLAC goat commercial.

Is that a pun on loon/crazy/waterfowl-like-a-duck? That commercial is terrible. Maybe ABC will develop a pilot about it.

b. Eric Hinske's the kind of guy you really want to root for.

Eric Hinske’s the kind of guy Boston fans really want to root for. Fixed.

c. How great would it have been to see the look on George Steinbrenner's face when he opened up the Tampa Tribune Friday morning and noticed that, after 39 games, his Yankees were 9.5 games out of first place?

Historically great if that’s the first time that Steinbrenner noticed that the Yankees are getting their asses handed to them. And I know that Big Stein is old, but does he really get this type of info from his morning newspaper?

d. In their first 40 games the Red Sox were 14-6 at home, 14-6 on the road.

That’s almost as eerie as the fact that the Pennsylvania turnpike has an equal number of Starbucks on either side. Spaketh Abraham Lincoln: “My personal secretary is named Kennedy? What a coincidence.”

g. Speaking of NBC, we had some Football Night in America meetings last week in New York, and my guess is that Tiki Barber is not going to be afraid to say about 80 percent of what he thinks. That's a compliment. Everybody has a filter. Former athletes on TV have biiiiggggg filters. I think Tiki will be anti-that. We'll see, but he's made a very clean break with the NFL and has zero regrets.

More kissing of Tiki Barber’s ass. And speaking of filters, maybe run that biiiiggggg and anti-that through the Professional Writer 3000 next time.

h. Christopher deserved it.

Then what does Tony deserve?

i. Coffeenerdness: Can't go wrong on an 83-degree spring day in New Jersey by ordering a Grande Light Java Chip frap, no whip, with a shot of espresso mixed in. Not only does it get the nerve endings jangling, but, as Kramer said in the Junior Mint episode on Seinfeld: "It's very refreshing.''

And, if offered to me, I would push it away, spilling it into a surgical patient’s open abdominal cavity. By the way, should so much of that drink order be capitalized?

j. It pleases me to have gotten 10 or so e-mails on the Mr. Ed episode with people recalling how Ed slid into home plate under the tutelage of Leo Durocher. Not sure if it's true, but I'd always hears the ASPCA didn't like that episode because, allegedly, Ed was sedated and had his hooves tied together, and he was dragged across home plate. So it just looked like he was sliding into home.

Now it is sounding like this clip does belong in the running (or the being-tied-up-and-dragging) for funniest thing in the history of television.

k. How'd I ever get on that tangent?

Your trainer put peanut butter under your lips and your hands started typing? (That’s pretty much how I operate.)

n. Next week, I'll be skipping my first Monday column since last July. Off to Italy for a recharging family trip. I'll be filing the Tuesday column tomorrow as usual, then skipping Monday and Tuesday next week. I'll be back in this space on June 4.

Just for good measure, HPP will be touching down in da Vinci airport early next week to file his usual reports on PK’s madness. By the way, I cannot wait to read his stuff about Italy. I hope to Cristo that his A/ETNotW live up to their potenziale.

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Road Signs


My dad sent this along, and posting it here probably violates some copyright laws or syndication contracts or something. (So if you find this here, Universal Press Syndicate or whoever, I'll take it down. I just don't think you'll ever find me. Welcome, if you do.) It's really here to lead me to an entirely insignificant observation I made while driving through a well-to-do neighborhood near mine the other day. While passing through the "Traffic Calming Area," I grew a little agitated. What had formerly been labeled "Speed Humps" (giggle) were now called "Speed Tables" on the yellow warning signs next to them. There's probably a distinction, as I believe there is between the little raised asphalt strips found mostly in parking lots known as "speed bumps" and the higher, more rounded "humps." I agree with that nomenclature, for what it's worth. "Table," however, strikes me as a really dumb word for what amounts to a speed hump and/or a raised crosswalk, and I suspect the reason they're called "speed tables" and not either of the former is that:

  • (a) they are located in an upscale neighborhood and "table" seems classier, though really the bar for "classier" isn't that high when "humps" is part of the conversation
  • (b) they're not at a reasonable crossing place, and
  • (c) teenagers kept stealing their signs.
I don't actually know why I'm agitated by it, but it just seems so stupid and inaccurate. Will we have "Speed Plateaus" next? "Speed Mesas" for southwestern flavor?

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Death by Chocolate

Everyone gets a kick out of this news story, especially Parella (not pictured) and the other members of the Q13 news team. The clip is only a minute, but depending what kind of snack you just ate, it might last a really really really really long time.



Other calls this officer might have made before dialing 911:

To the classic rock station: "I requested 'Stairway to Heaven' like an hour ago, dude, and you've been playing 'Roxanne' over and over again. I'm a cop, don't make me arrest you. (Pause.) What's that? 2 minutes ago? No way, man. It's been an hour. Honey, hasn't it been at least an hour? See. (Pause.) OK, then. I'll wait, but I'm losing my patience. (Pause.) No, I can't get a speeding ticket wiped off your record over the phone. (Pause.) OK, I'll see what I can do. (Pause.) I understand that it's hard to drive 55, but the speed limit is 65 in most places now. (Pause.) OK, Mr. Hagar, I mean Sam, I promise I'll see what I can do. Just get me some LedZep soon, OK? Wait a minute: Sam Hagar? Are you screwing with me?"

To his police chief: "I mean, what is a badge really, Chief? I mean, it's just a piece of metal. Why do we think we can just force people do what we want. I don't like calling it law en-FORCE-ment, man. Why don't we call it law encouragement? I'm just a live-and-let-live kind of guy, Chief. You dig that, right? Chief?"

To his mom: "I was just thinking about how great your brownies were, Mom. I love you, Mom. Really love you. You're the best. I remember how alive your brownies made me feel. [His wife]'s brownies make me feel kind of dead, you know? (Pause.) No, Mom. Not dead inside. Actually dead. (Pause.) Our marriage is fine. I'm fine. Actually, I'm not. I think the guy across the street is watching me. Really really watching me. Can you come over? I'm scared. And I don't feel good. (Pause.) OK, I'll call 911."

To the local funeral home: "Uh, yeah. I think my wife and I are both dead. (Pause.) Right, I think we're dead. Do you have, like, a family rate or a two-for-one deal, because I really think we're dead. (Pause.) No, sir, this is not a prank call."

Or, maybe he called Eric Stoltz's character from Pulp Fiction, asking him to bring his super-long adrenaline-filled hypodermic needle.

Thanks to my sister Carolyn for not bogarting this clip.

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Important Leon Spinks News

This might not mean much to many people, but it means something to me. Leon Spinks's legend lives on, in his son, Cory Spinks. Spinks fils, who apparently is or was the welterweight champion, fought and lost a close split decision last night against middleweight champion Jermain Taylor.

Adding to the excitement, Don King is Spinks's promoter.

I do not really like boxing, but I do like the memories of Leon and Michael Spinks, and I'm glad Cory is around. I didn't know he was, but now I do and now you, too, do.

Here is Leon Spinks, in a moment of triumph:


Here is Michael Spinks, in a moment of defeat (91 seconds after beginning a bout with Mike Tyson):

Thanks for your time.

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

MMQBTE--What I Read During Detention

A break down of MMQBTE, in which PK reveals that he and BF, while not BFF, are BFFib“B”YMtOGCaRAoWftOGitFGCfSI (that is, Best Friends Forever if by “Best” You Mean that One Guy Carries a Ridiculous Amount of Water for the Other Guy in the First Guy’s Column for Sports Illustrated)


So, the big topic this week is that Brett Favre, in a fit of pique because the Packers didn’t acquire Randy Moss—you know, the same one whom the Patriots signed in a deal that can’t work out regardless of the outcome—demanded a trade. Surely, such a selfish act from the fourth most selfish athlete in major American sports (somewhere behind Roger Clemens, Terrell Owens, and Kobe Bryant), would dim the flame of PK’s inordinate love for Favre.


Mapquest tells us it's 1,036 miles from Brett Favre's offseason home in Hattiesburg, Miss., to his in-season place, Green Bay. It might as well be a million miles. Because the one thing we learned from his failure to woo Randy Moss over the last couple of months is this: he may be one of the true legends in NFL history, but he is nothing more than an employee in the eyes of the Packers front office.


I am fucking stupid.



And Peter must have been great at that summer-camp punishment when the counselor makes you hold buckets of water with your arms extended at shoulder-height. Brett Favre is the one employee fucking the Packers more than anyone else in the state of Wisconsin, the mere employee who has been on the fence for two years, hamstringing the entire franchise with his increasingly bad play while leveraging his popularity to his own advantage.

It's now clear that Favre pulled out all the stops in trying to get Moss to team with Donald Driver and Greg Jennings as a potent trio of Green Bay wideouts. He politicked for it internally, had his agent press the Packers to acquire Moss and made it clear that with Moss, Green Bay would be a serious contender for the NFC Central title this year. But as has been the case since he took over, Ted Thompson communicated that he runs the franchise and the quarterback should concentrate on rehabbing his ankle and getting ready for his 17th season in Green Bay.

None of this paragraph makes either Thompson or Favre sound especially unreasonable, but does anyone really think that Brett Favre would ever make a good GM of an NFL team? I’m not sure that I’d trust him to be a QB coach.

I don't know Favre as well as I used to, but I do know this -- this failed dalliance with Moss had to have wounded him deeply. He knows Moss. He knows he would have been able to get Moss to play hard, which is something the receiver didn't do in Oakland the last two years. And I don't think this is a case of Thompson telling Favre that he isn't wanted. Thompson does want Favre ... but as his quarterback, not as his assistant general manager. If Thompson could have stolen Moss, who is a risk by anyone's standards, he would have done it.

Peter and Brett had a falling out when PK refused to draft Moss on their fantasy team. Let’s count the ways in which this paragraph implicitly argues against Brett Favre’s status as GMM (that’s general manager manque) 1) He’s personally wounded that a business transaction didn’t come to pass. 2) He’s relying on his own impressions of Moss’s personality to judge his fitness to play for the Packers, impressions that must be limited because they’ve never actually been teammates (except at the Pro-Bowl, if that counts, which it doesn’t. For anything. In any context. Ever.) 3) He’s indulging his own ego by assuming that Moss wouldn’t dare slack off around the great Brett Favre. 4) Remember that PK has insisted on multiple occasions that Moss will not be good (even if he plays fantastically) for the Patriots, so surely PK would have to find fault with Favre’s pro-Moss mission.

There's one thing Favre has missed in this whole drama. I think that once the Patriots were in the picture, Moss didn't care about the Packers anymore. If New England hadn't been involved, Green Bay probably would have gotten Moss and Favre would be a happy man today.

I just listed four things that Favre missed, but I agree with Peter, so this would make five. Why would Moss play for a piddly-ass Green Bay team that in no meaningful way will compete for the Super Bowl any time soon?

But the Packers aren't going to win the Super Bowl this year. The Patriots might. And if you're Moss, and the only thing you really care about right now is trying to win a championship so you can shut the people up who are ripping for you for taking a dive last year with Oakland, there was only one team to go to this offseason. That's New England. Once the Patriots showed even a flicker of interest, Moss would have walked to Foxboro.

Hey, I was right.

And now to some reader email:

Brian Gridley of Atlanta: "As a life-long Packers' fan, I'm sad Ted Thompson has decided to waste the final years of Brett Favre's playing career. Thompson, who inherited a playoff team, has done nothing to ingratiate himself to Packers fans, and the recent comments by Favre certainly won't help. Thompson may have some plan to build the Packers for what looks like a far-distant future, but if the team takes a step back this year (which looks likely), the public pressure to get rid of Thompson is going to be intense.

Just like last week, the first emailer has things backwards (switch Brett Favre with Ted Thompson and change final to first and you’ll be pretty close to the right sentence). And what, exactly, has Favre done recently to ingratiate himself to Packers fans? That guy is coasting on beloved-by-all capital.

I don't agree. Now if the Packers go 2-14, there's going to be pressure to fire everybody who works at Lambeau Field, but I don't think club president John Jones is going to give Thompson so little time to rebuild the team in his image. I do think it's sad Thompson and Favre don't have a better line of communication. Favre will go down as one of the great players in NFL history, and I think he and the GM should make a better effort to get on the same page, and soon. But as far as Thompson's job being in jeopardy this season, I don't see it.

At what point does a player get to start authoring the page onto which he and the GM are supposed to get?

STEELER NATION MAY SIDE WITH FANECA. From Melissa Pust of Pittsburgh: "Great story on Mike Tomlin -- enjoyed hearing that he is ready to work and think he'll bring a freshness to the Steelers. That being said, don't be too surprised if the fans here support Faneca. You'll recall that when Hines Ward was redoing his contract the fans were vocal that the team pay him more money. Do you think they can get a deal done or is Faneca already packing up his locker for greener ($$$) pastures?"

Good for you, Melissa Pust, though you could stand to get a better surname. I mentioned this very issue last week, so I’m glad to see some follow-up. Peter is less player-friendly, though,towards Faneca (if only he were more Southern, charming, quarterbacking, car flipping, small-intestine losing, and painkiller abusing).

After spending time with Tomlin, I found it extremely interesting that he has this "what-me-worry" attitude about Faneca's contract situation. Tomlin told me that when you've been a position coach in pro football for a while (and for five years he was Tampa Bay's secondary coach before moving to Minnesota as defensive coordinator in 2006), you constantly hear players moan about their contracts. He told me he listened to Ronde Barber and Brian Kelly, Bucs cornerbacks, complain about being underpaid for two years and it's just a way of life in the modern NFL.

Yep, employees bitch and moan about money. Why, even our favorite everyman scribe routinely bitches about cable packages and satellite dish prices.

Regarding Faneca, he simply feels there's no need to create a problem before one surfaces. If Faneca isn't there at the start of training camp, that's when Tomlin is going to start worrying about it. Not before then. This is a good attitude for a coach in 2007, because there's nothing Tomlin can do to make Faneca happy other than to pay him $7 million. Maybe the Steelers will, eventually. Faneca is a great player. But every contract impacts every other contract. And with Troy Polamalu and Ben Roethlisberger deals to be made in the next year or so, the Steelers are going to have to be picky about who they make gazillionaires.

One, gazillionaires is a wild exaggeration, especially since PK has already named the dollar figures involved. Two, the real “gazillionaires” are those who CTC for millions of dollars to would-be millionaires. Three, maybe, just maybe, Faneca et al. have something to do with making the Steelers profitable, hence making themselves millionaires.


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Important Derek Bell News

Operation Shutdown is over, people. And it's ending with a team called Oil Can Boyd's Traveling All-Stars. Derek Bell returns May 18th in a game against the always tough New Haven County Cutters. The All-Stars are touring to celebrate Negro League heritage and the tradition of barnstorming, which is a great way to remember the past. They're also doing it with Derek Bell, which is an even better--though far less noble--way to remember the past. And if you can think of a better nostalgic name for barnstorming team filled with late '80s-early '90s ballplayers Oil Can Boyd kind of knows, you tell me. Because I can't. Pat of WHYGAVS and the AOL Fanhouse (is that supposed to sound like "funhouse" except sportsier?) provides the details.

According to his Wikipedia page, Derek Bell offered his famous "Operation Shutdown" ultimatum to the Pittsburgh Pirates on March 18th, 2002 after the Pirates informed him that his .173 average in 2001 coupled with his poor play that spring was likely to cost him his job. Bell left the team on March 29th and sailed away on his houseboat. If May 18th is the first game for Oil Can's All-Stars (believe it or not, it's hard to gather information on them), that will mean Operation Shutdown lasted five years, one month, and 19 days. Honestly? I can't believe someone wanted him this soon.

NB: It does look like the All-Stars are playing today in Nashua, NH against the Nashua Pride. So, five years, one month, and 18 days.

UPDATE: Make it 17 days. Oil Can took the hill LAST NIGHT against his former team, the Brockton (Mass.) Rox. I presume DB cracked (get it? crack-ed!) the lineup last night, ending the Operation.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Can the Catchphrase Stay in Vegas?

In an unembarrassed failure of imagination, 20th Century Fox has announced it's going to begin production on a film set in Las Vegas titled, you guessed it, "What Happens In Vegas..." Now, you and I know that product and even place marketing and the film industry have a long history together, but actually using an advertising slogan as the title of a movie is, I don't know, crass, even for Las Vegas and Hollywood. Ripping off catchphrases is the provenance of B-movies, and even then it's just for the film's tagline, not its title. And creating films explicitly as marketing ventures for corporate entities used to be the provenance of people like Michael Bay (TRANSFORMERS 7-4-7!) and the three-headed beast of Matthew Modine-Paul Reiser-Randy Quaid (Bye Bye Love, which is set almost exclusively in a McDonald's, if you forgot about that masterpiece.)

"What Happens in Vegas" (I can guess without even reading a plot summary: drinking, gambling, marriage, possibly interaction with strippers and/or Mafioso) will star two paragons of artistic integrity, Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutchner. What I really want to know is, what's next in this creative vein? Will Demi Moore grab the lead role as a corporate chocolatier in a movie set in Derry Township, PA (home of Hershey's) called "Where It's Just Sweeter"? Josh Hartnett in a revenge drama set in Quebec called "I Remember (All the Wrongs Done to Me)" (Seriously, that's the motto, click the link and scroll down to Quebec.)

Just thought you'd want to know.

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MMQB's out for Summer

If this week’s MMQB is titled “New School Meets Old School,” does PK = pre-K? He does give us a “head start” on the NFL.

Sitting in new coach Mike Tomlin's office the other day, I got the impression he will be about as meat-and-potatoes as any other coach in football. On the wall of his office are three blown-up Steelers prints.

One is an artsy, tight line-of-scrimmage shot from the 2006 preseason, with Vikings helmets butting up against Steelers helmets. "Beautiful,'' Tomlin said.

Two: Guard Alan Faneca is pulling on an end sweep, with tight end Jerame Tuman sealing off another block. "Power football,'' Tomlin said. "That's beautiful."

John Ruskin said, “Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light,” so let’s get to the foil of this Faneca beauty:



Tomlin on the Faneca contract issues/distraction/holdout-potential: "You know how that stuff is. Contracts are emotional deals. It's going on in every city in the NFL. It's reality. If guys want to enjoy the fruits of free agency, they've got to get to the market.''

Yep, I know how that stuff is ‘cause I know how it is (we’re supposed to be speaking in tautologies, right?)

Faneca has one year left on a contract due to pay him $3.375 million, with a $1 million roster bonus. That's $4.4 million, in essence, for the second-best guard in football, next to Steve Hutchinson. It looks like the Steelers have no intention of paying him in the range of the $7 million-a-year deals of Hutchinson, Eric Steinbach and Derrick Dockery. Faneca's furious about it. But Tomlin expects him to be a pro, and to come to training camp ready to play.

3.375 + 1 = 4.4?

I think Faneca will, but it could get ugly. And the city of Pittsburgh will have no pity on him because it's not the kind of town to ever feel sorry for a guy on its beloved team making $4.4 million, no matter what anyone else is making.

People say stuff like this a lot, but are we meant to side with the people of Pittsburgh or with Faneca, who’s working, presumably, at less than 65% market value? Someone must have written a book about the crazy cognitive dissonance of the modern sports fan who both loves and hates professional athletes.

"Right now, it's hard to be optimistic. I'm not getting any younger and I think everyone knows that. I don't have five years to rebuild. No one in Green Bay is saying rebuild, but it's hard to look at where we are going and say, 'How can they not be rebuilding?' ''

--Green Bay quarterback Brett Favre, in Sunday's Biloxi (Miss.) Sun-Herald, still fried that the Packers did not acquire Randy Moss on draft day.

Will someone please tell Brett that he is most certainly part of the problem in Green Bay? Anyone? Surely some employee of the Green Bay Press-Gazette or some paper near Brett’s hometown of Kiln, MS (which may be the Sun-Herald—it covers a good chunk of Mississippi’s gulf coast) is on his or her way out the door and out of the business. Can’t we find a disgruntled intern or something?

"He told me some things and he was pretty bold and said exactly what he needed to say. I heard him out clearly and I know he means business and I have to respect that. I have to respect the organization. They gave me a chance to play in this league.''

-- Atlanta quarterback Michael Vick, on the talking-to he got from Falcons owner Arthur Blank, following revelations that emaciated dogs -- dogs that may have been trained to fight other dogs -- had been found on Vick's property in Virginia.

Just “a chance”? Between all the bullshit off the field and a career punctuated by dazzling runs and lousy passes, I count more like 37 chances (+/- 3%--my study has a 95% confidence interval).

And here is PK again with the circumspection about what the dogs may have been doing. Criminals of the world, make sure that Peter King is called to jury duty when your time comes.

"It boggles the entire mind. It was stunning to all of us.''

-- Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell, an Eagles season-ticket holder, to Bloomberg Television, on the team using its first draft choice in April to select University of Houston quarterback Kevin Kolb. Rendell was outspoken eight years ago against the Eagles' picking McNabb, saying they should have chosen Ricky Williams. Now he's upset the team has chosen a player to compete for McNabb's job.

I hope, for the sake of Rendell’s involuntary bodily functions, that it boggled the medulla oblongata and pons only briefly. And I’m not going to look, but I can’t possibly imagine that Rendell was the only person who wanted the Eagles to draft Ricky Williams. McNabb’s pick is the most famously booed draft pick in history (at least if we’re to determine “most famous” by “most times played during ESPN’s draft coverage”).

"I think we are going to rue the day we didn't pick him.''

-- Rendell, to Bloomberg, on the Eagles' bypassing USC receiver Dwayne Jarrett to pick Kolb.

Here's my question about Rendell: Why doesn't he just buy the damn team from Jeff Lurie and go make the picks himself?

I’ll just defer to JLD on this one: As my response, I quote from the Millersville U. student paper: "Pennsylvania Governor Edward G. Rendell only makes $164,396 a year, almost $26,000 less than McNairy and $67,000 less than Atwater." (McNairy being one Francine McNairy, President of Millersville, and Atwater being Tony Atwater, President of Indiana University of Pennsylvania (not to be confused with the Indiana University of Indiana (or frankly, Indiana University-Purdue University Fort Wayne (IUPUFW)).
http://www.thesnapper.com/index.php?page=articles&article_id=1922606

Now, $160K is nothing to sneeze at, but as far as I can tell, Rendell has been in politics or prosecution his whole career, and 6 years of a governor's salary ain't putting you in the sports franchise ownership echelon of the wealthy. Not even Arena Football ownership, frankly. You've got to be Jon Bon Jovi to get there.

HPP again: That was too easy. Also, Dwayne Jarrett was really good in college, and Keyshawn Johnson sure as hell wishes that the Eagles took him.

"I want to hear that nice, soft, poof. I don't want to hear that 'whack' at the palm of the hand. He made some nice catches. He has got good hands. I was up at the other end listening to ... usually I like to listen. You can listen and tell a lot about a guy catching the ball. He sounded good.''

-- New York Giants coach Tom Coughlin, after watching second-round wideout Steve Smith catch the ball during a mini-camp practice on Saturday.

Tom Coughlin and Stephen Dedalus, famed appreciators of the ineluctable modality of the audible, especially as it relates to ball sports. Right now, I’m imagining Tom Coughlin walking on a beach with his eyes closed. Or forcing Steve Smith to wash and wax all his cars and paint his fence.

Stat of the Week

It's hard to argue with a judge's ruling in New York last week that allowed Comcast to put the NFL Network on a pay tier. (And believe me, I'm no fan of Comcast. I jettisoned the cable company for the Dish in March.) The NFL will appeal the New York Supreme Court's ruling that Comcast can place the NFL channel with like channels on a level of pay service.

These numbers are not exact, but I am told they are close. In New York, Comcast can put the NFL Network on a pay level that will charge consumers about $5 or $6 per month for specialized sports channels. Had the network been put on a basic cable tier, it would have raised the bill for all consumers by about 75 cents a month. The ruling seems fair. The people who really want the channel -- and the late season Thursday night football games it provides -- can now pay for it, and the people who don't want the channel will not have their basic cable bill jacked up by nearly $10 a year.

Readers, have any of you ever met someone so obsessed with cable prices? Also, note that this stat of the week has no “stats” until the second paragraph and that said “stats” are approximations recounted from hearsay. And, though maybe I’m reaching here, is this yet another instance in which GE >> pk? I don’t exactly know what NBC’s stance on this should be, but it must have one.

A/ETNotW

Five quick observations about the 740-mile round-trip jaunt from New Jersey to the Steel City to cover Tomlin for a story in this week's Sports Illustrated:

1. Satellite radio and cell phones have totally changed car trips. On the way to Pittsburgh last Tuesday, I had a static-free, 40-minute, hands-free chat with Brad Childress about his former defensive coordinator, Tomlin. I also had two chats with NFL front-office people about league affairs, and listened to Sirius NFL Radio and ESPN radio for long stretches. You leave home when you please, you get off the road when you please, you inject coffee into your veins when you please.

Hang up and drive, Peter! Also, you inject coffee into your veins when you please, or maybe you could just start freebasing powdered beans.

2. Number of Starbucks on the Pennsylvania Turnpike while going west from Harrisburg to Pittsburgh: three. Starbucks on the Turnpike going back east: three.

I’ll assume that one can’t cross the turnpike on an exit and that this symmetry really exists, but what’s the point? And did PK stop at each Starbucks?

3. The tobacco companies must love Pittsburgh. Walking downtown on Thursday morning near the Westin Hotel, I passed three or four posses of smokers outside tall buildings ... many more than I see in Manhattan in a three-block swath.

Tax on a pack of smokes in PA: $1.35. Tax on a pack of smokes in NYC: $3.00.

4. Workout room at the Pittsburgh Westin: $9 per visit. Look, take away all but one or two of the TVs and the too-loud Richard Simmons-soundalike fellow doing aerobics. All we want in a workout room on the road is a few stepmills, some treadmills and elliptical trainers. Can't you give us that without charging us?

That does sound shitty enough to be actually aggravating. Good one, PK.

5. Saw three innings of a Harrisburg Senators game. Funeral. They're 8-24, and judging by my brief snapshot, they might finish 8-130.

Based on my ability to use ratios, I’ll predict a finish of 34-104. And how exactly does Funeral work as its own sentence here? Someone gave a eulogy? The atmosphere at the game was funereal? The Senators were buried/cremated/shot out of Hunter S. Thompson’s cannon/lost in rocket wreckage with the ashes of James Doohan?

Factoid of the Week That May Interest Only Me

The Steelers cut backup linebacker Ricky Seigler last Thursday, just before the Las Vegas police arrested him for allegedly running a prostitution ring.

Here’s a factoid that may interest Ricky Seigler: which employee of the Steelers dropped a dime on him. Maybe Mike Tomlin can put up one of the chalk court illustrations in his office. Beautiful.

But not as beautiful as the Think-I-Thinks.

1. I think this is what you should know about Ricky Williams: No matter what test he passes, no matter which shrink recommends to Roger Goodell that he's OK to play football again, Williams will never suit up for a Cam Cameron football team. I know Cameron, and he is very big on personal accountability to the team.

How can anyone argue that putting Williams on the Dolphins -- and relying on him -- would be a good idea? No one has a clue if he'd be around two days or two seasons.

Will any major sportswriter ever just say that the NFL’s obsession with marijuana is ridiculous?

2. I think these are the other things you should know about Williams, and if you're a Dolphins fan, these things should tell you to give up on the guy: He turns 30 this year, which is the other side of the hill for most backs. He's had two 85-yard-plus games since Christmas Day 2003. And come Wednesday, it will be 500 days (71 weeks and three days) since he touched a football in an NFL game. It's over, people.

What’s the other side of the hill for quarterbacks who used to be addicted to pain killers?

3. I think there is some must-see TV tonight at 10 on HBO's Real Sports show. On Sunday, I read a transcript of Bernard Goldberg's piece on concussions, brain damage and dementia among retired football players, and the story is chilling. If nothing else, the story has a mountain of circumstantial evidence that should cause every NFL team physician to be more conscientious than ever about the care of players who have had head injuries. Please watch this story.

There goes PK, hedging again. What, in this context, does circumstantial mean?

4. I think Mike Vick is telling -- no, insisting -- to some in the Falcons organization he's not involved in raising pit bulls for dog-fighting. As of now, these people believe him. And I hear Vick has not ever been caught in a lie with these people. Still, my money's on my good pal Don (Donnie Brasco) Banks, who reported the other day that a couple of sources close to Vick believe he's definitely involved in dog-fighting.

Why does Vick’s not being caught in a lie to the Falcons contribute to his credibility? Ron Mexico is now more famous than Tony Clifton as arch alter-ego. And, if Don Banks really goes by Donnie Brasco, he should be fired (or killed in the same way that Tony just killed Christopher—I assume that we’ll get an update on that in the PK’s Non-Football thoughts).

5. I think there is more shoulder-length hair in football than in any other sport right now, and I include women's figure skating in that comparison.

I doubt that such is the case, though female figure skaters often wear their hair up, so I can’t make any definitive claims about its length. Wait? That was just a ham-fisted joke? Oh. Ha.

6. I think I hear really good things about Bobby Petrino. I mean, really good things. About his organizational skills, his no-nonsense approach, his offensive plan (with new offensive coordinator Hue Jackson) and attention to detail. Imagine if Mike Lombardi had persuaded him to take the Raiders job 16 months ago, and Al Davis hadn't saddled the team with a wasted Art Shell/Tom Walsh year. Imagine Petrino working with JaMarcus Russell. (Not that Lane Kiffin's not going to do well, mind you. It's just that Petrino's got a better track record working with quarterbacks than most NFL coaches right now.)

Here’s where the think-I-thinks get a little weird: when PK combines the think with some other mode of cognition or perception, he sounds as though he’s sorting out issues with schizophrenia. Also, note how PK covers his ass by laboriously not insulting new coach (and new contact) Lane Kiffin even as he smothers Bobby Petrino’s ass with kisses and as he slams Shell, Walsh, and Davis, all of whom are easy targets and inconsequential to King’s career.

7. I think you know I have a soft spot for two New Orleanian things -- the work Habitat for Humanity is doing rebuilding the city, and Drew Brees. Nice combo platter last week by Brees and Habitat.

Combo Platter, you say? I’m going to add a third thing to PK’s New Orleanian soft-spot spread.

After describing Drew Brees’s rebuilding efforts, PK says

My problem, quite frankly, is the rebuilding is too slow. This country should be mobilized by the federal government, like yesterday, to attack the reconstruction of a tattered city.

New Orleans was demolished by Katrina in late August 2005. Yesterday’s not much of an improvement.

Good for Brees, who housed and fed about 105 volunteer students, and good for the hotels who made deals with Brees to put the kids up, and good for the kids, who worked through Saturday afternoon.

And good for Brees, who picks up his own dog’s shit (FotWTMIOPK).

8. I think it might be worth a few minutes tonight, if you can tear yourself away from Cavs-Nets or Marlins-Pirates, to catch a few snaps of the Chicago-Dallas Arena game. It's the best two teams in the league (they're a combined 17-2), and there's an intriguing player in the game -- 6-3, 220-pound Chicago receiver Bobby Sippio, who might engender a small bidding war (very small) between NFL teams at the end of the Arena season in July. He's a big receiver, obviously, not just the typical Arena smurf, and he's on pace to catch 71 touchdowns. I have no idea what that means in the real world, but in Arenaball, it'd be an all-time record. The game's on ESPN2 at 8:30 Eastern.

Arena Football? ESPN2? What happened to PK’s corporate overlords?

9. I think Pacman Jones has to be out of his mind if he thinks his suspension is going to be reduced more than in some very, very minor way.

I think that Pacman Jones, by visiting a strip club the night before his meeting with Commissioner Goodell, might be trying to prove that he is out of his mind to evoke public sympathy and a not guilty by insanity verdict.

10. I think these are my non-football thoughts of the week:

a. Belated Happy Mother's Day, ladies.

Do women actually like being called “ladies”?

b. If I'm not the worst rotisserie player on the planet, I'm close. Of course, when the first two pitchers you pick are Matsuzaka and Wainwright, and you try to outsmart everyone with Delmon Young and Ronny Paulino. In other words, I deserve my catastrophic fate.

Anyone who reads PK’s non-football thoughts about baseball knows that he throws his money away in his fantasy league. And do people still use the term rotisserie in this context?

c. Coffeenerdness: Ever been in the Omni William Penn Hotel Starbucks in downtown Pittsburgh? Convivial. Bright. Airy. One problem: Weak, inconsistent espresso shots. Get on it, Seattle.

Do you think that PK ever considers that he may have just caught one of these Starbucks on a bad day? Surely the quality of the coffee must vary somewhat at a given franchise.

d. Gotta love TV Land. There's not much as funny, and I mean ever on TV, as the Mr. Ed episode where Leo Durocher teaches Ed how to hit a baseball -- and then Ed slides into home.

Holy shit! Item 10d is the Rosetta Stone to PK’s brain. Feel free to contribute to a list of funnier things “ever on TV.” I’ll start with Patrick Stewart on Extras: “But I’ve already seen everything.” This episode of Mr. Ed aired in 1963, so, if PK (born 1958) saw it the first time during its original airing, can you imagine, if he still thinks that it’s the funniest thing ever on television, how hyperactively he overreacted as a five-year-old? Right now, I’m envisioning the Mr. Show sketch of a flashback in which Bob Odenkirk’s mother visits a doctor to abort a four-year-old Bob, who asks, “What’s a gagortion?”—another thing funnier than Leo Durocher on Mr. Ed.

e. Have a good next phase of your life, Tony Blair. You sure were good in The Queen.

So that’s an okay joke, I guess. Tony Blair does have a very long imdb page, by the way.

f. Speaking of chick flicks I liked quite a bit, I recommend Waitress, a neat little fairy tale about a likeable waitress, Keri Russell. Excellent actress, by the way. Lots of good life lessons in there.

The Queen is a chick flick? I like to imagine that the last sentence of this entry is a less-than-subtle aside to Mary Beth King, who, I also like to imagine, made her dad watch Waitress, which looks like it has a decent cast. I really hope that Felicity ends up with Noel at the end.

g. Watched some of Suns-Spurs on Saturday night, quite unlike me. And a football game broke out.

I know that Peter means that watching what many expect to be the best series of the NBA playoffs is something that he likely wouldn’t do, but the sentence-fragment syntax here leaves only two nouns for quite unlike me to modify: night or Suns-Spurs, so, yes, Peter, you are quite unlike the Suns or the Spurs. Also, can we retire the I-went-to/watched-one-thing-and-another-different-thing-broke-out joke, especially since the different thing that broke out is disproportionately a football game?

Although I did just go to a coloumn ostensibly about football, and a 3400-word, snarky bitchfest broke out. Okay, now we can retire that joke.


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Posting Ideas Aren't Coming This Week

So here's another Onion article:



There are some new one sentence movies reviews on the right, though.

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

"I do not give out my sweet potato pie arbitrarily"

Before bed, another one for old times' sake.

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Friday, May 11, 2007

For Old Times' Sake

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Welcome, if you just Googled "Beefcake"

Sorry, though, no greased up man-skin here, just a short entry introducing my corner of the world to the burgeoning "Meat Cake" phenomenon. You'll thank me the next time you pass on that German Chocolate Cake for something really delicious.

A gallery of meat cake photos is here. (Again, sorry people, no David Hasselhoff pics here. OK, then, just this one. Well, and another. And this third, but I post this more as a question than an answer.)

And the tutorial that started it all is here. Direct your mothers, personal chefs, registered dieticians, local bakeries, local butchers, etc. to the Promised Land.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

It Takes Skills to Pay the Bills

In an unanticipated turn of events, I just won $100 as a result of my participation in a survey on public transit that I filled out on the bus about six months ago. While the contrarian in me wants to turn that hundred bucks into quarters and just drive around town parking at meters and flagrantly avoiding the bus all summer, I think instead I'll just say thanks and kudos to the people of the Transportation Research Board's Committee on Transportation Planning in Small and Medium Sized Communities for not having a fake contest to get unsuspecting citizens to fill out their surveys.

Also, one of my favorite articles about another public transportation survey.

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Utica, NY: More Fences than Yards

Flash forward to this mayoral election in the fall, and help me come up with some headlines for the article on the results.

Tim Julian (R) is the incumbent, and he's running against Frank Meola (D). The rap sheets:

•In 1995, state police charged Julian with felony criminal possession of stolen property while investigating two men who were selling stolen tools. Julian eventually pleaded down to a violation - the equivalent of a parking ticket - and paid a $250 fine.

As a violation, the file on the case is closed by statute. Julian said he didn't know the tools were stolen.

•In 2000, Meola and 25 other people were identified as participating in a Utica-based shoplifting ring that authorities said fenced more than $35 million worth of retail goods from stores in an 11-county area. Meola pleaded guilty to fourth-degree conspiracy, a felony.

Here are some possible headlines for November:

Headline: Julian Steals the Mayoral Seat
Subhead: Meola Wins Election

Headline: Meola Runs Away With Election Results
Subhead: Police Subdue New Utica Mayor After 10-Block Chase

Headline: Accusers Claim Meola Bought Mayor's Post
Subhead: Critics Insist Position Was Not Julian's to Sell

One thing is certain: If you're ever visiting Utica and you're looking for a good deal on some power tools, forget checking the Chamber of Commerce for recommendations; just drop by City Hall. They've got everything you need, alright? They'll set you up real nice, don't you worry. As long as you brought cash. Always carry cash when you're doing business in Utica, my friend. So just wait out by the dumpster for the Mayor, and don't do nothing stupid, OK?

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