Showing posts with label Justice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Justice. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Who Really Speaks For the Paterno Family?


The legacy of Joe Paterno is, effectively, destroyed. Whatever the report says, the man demonstrated that he valued his football program over all else, especially the rape of children.

It's interesting that Sports Illustrated allows itself to be used in this manner. Every quote referenced to "the family" refers back to the "Paterno" family, and to some mythical idea that the name Paterno still has credibility. The mouthpiece of the Paterno family has traditionally been Scott Paterno, and we know he has an agenda and no credibility.

I don't want to hear any of this nonsense about "forgive and forget" and "let bygones be bygones." I don't have much faith in Louis Freeh, either. But I do believe that anyone who thinks that Paterno was a good guy who was wronged by others hasn't been paying attention.

Where the hell is the NCAA in all of this? Why are they not at the forefront of determining what should be done about all of the victories won by Paterno since he decided to cover up the fact that his top assistant coach was raping children on Penn State property?

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Roger Clemens Cheated


Spend another $120 million for all I care; Roger Clemens cheated.

So far, the Roger Clemens trial has merely established the fact that Roger Clemens is a douchebag. That, in and of itself, is a public service. You cannot put a price tag on revealing the character of a man who cheated in order to attain public acclaim and fame.

Don't fault the trial for trying to get at the truth. Fault the fact that Clemens paid a lot of money to stay out of legal jeopardy.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Bleeding Dennis Rodman Dry


If it was "all about the kids," Dennis Rodman wouldn't be where he is now. If it was all about his kids, her kids, those kids, some kids--Dennis Rodman would have taken a moment ten years ago and he would have figured out how to take care of his family obligations.

Instead, he has partied away millions and his health and now he is on the verge of having nothing. This does not excuse the fact that the women who are claiming child support are pursuing amounts well in excess of what is needed to raise a child. Their lifestyle choices mirror Rodman's. You cannot sustain the same lifestyle forever because professional sports careers do not last forever.

What is destroying former players like Rodman is not so much mismanagement but a delusional kind of thinking. At age 35, Rodman was making millions; at age 51, he is not making millions. It would stand to reason that reality has to take hold. A man making next to nothing is not going to be able to pay tens of thousands of dollars in child support.

If Rodman had set aside a few million dollars in a kind of protected trust, and then arranged for it to kick in and pay a reasonable stipend for his children each month, that fund would probably last for twenty years or more. It would eventually become depleted, but it would have created security and stability for his kids. Instead, he cashed out his NBA retirement for pennies on the dollar and left himself with nothing to give his kids.

It should be mandatory for professional athletes to create funds to pay out a kind of secondary pension in this manner. A portion of their income should be diverted into a kind of protected trust that can pay out a living wage or a child support payment or even money for a rainy day. Why it isn't is something I'll never understand.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Augusta National Remains a National Disgrace

When the outrage rose to a crescendo several years ago, Augusta National survived the onslaught. This was very similar to the way that Rush Limbaugh survived numerous scandals and slips of the tongue.

I think Augusta National is in for a tough year, and women are going to go after them, and soon. Besides, the old boys in Augusta are dying off, and fast.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Lance Berkman is Right


The people who back the institution of Major League Baseball against any and all criticism are probably going to tear in Lance Berkman for stating the obvious.

They should shut up.

There is simply no other way to look at the sale of the Houston Astros--and the rebate that went with the sale--and their move to the American League. It was rife with fraud and paybacks. It was unethical. When will Congress eliminate baseball's anti-trust exemption? Which side of never will that happen on?

Bud Selig destroyed the sanctity of baseball (whatever that means anymore) when he tore the Milwaukee Brewers out of the American League and put them in the National League so that he could have a nostalgic moment for the club that used to play in Milwaukee before it was moved back in 1965.

Berkman will probably have people come after him, and so be it. When you speak truth to power in Major League Baseball, power always wins.

Monday, March 12, 2012

This is One Way to Break a Strike (and a Team)


Basically, these guys were playing for peanuts. They were playing to arena football fans, and they could have been making a few thousand dollars a game, no problem. And I don't care how the owners do the math--if you charge what they're charging right now, and if you can't make money, there's something wrong with you.

This is what an arena football game costs right now. I picked this one at random, by the way:



The venue, called The Tampa Bay Times Forum, seats 19,500 people for arena football. And they have exactly seven goddamned tickets left for the game coming up this week.

Using an average price of, what? $65? Let's do the math.

19,493 x $65 = $1,267,045.00

That's right. The box office receipts are going to top one and a quarter million dollars for what appears to be a typical Arena Football League game. And these players were asking for, basically, gas money on top of what little they were getting. And the owner of the team fired them all and left some of the players to find their own way home.

With what, you heartless bastard? They weren't making any money.

This is the glamour of "professional" sports. It's still about exploiting the labor in order to feather the nest of the owners. Matt Shaner is one cold-hearted son of a bitch. You play for him, you might as well sell your soul at the crossroads, son.
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Saturday, February 11, 2012

Cris Carter Should Be in the Hall of Fame




I can't really dispute the part where Carter has not gone into the hall because sports writers do not like him; I do think it is a shame if that is the case.

Whenever I would watch Carter play, I always figured he was Hall of Fame material. He was one of the few players that the Minnesota Vikings could count on. He was professional, consistent, and always played to an extremely high level. This became apparent after his first few seasons in the league. 

To suggest otherwise ignores the fact that the Vikings really never had anyone who could consistently throw to Carter. In the span of a few years, they had Warren Moon, Brad Johnson, Randall Cunningham, Daunte Culpeper, and Jeff George and had some success and some rather notable collapses. This, and the fact that teams used to isolate him and double-team him because he was one of the few stars that the Vikings could put on the field, is something that I specifically remember. I can certainly be wrong, but I used to marvel at the fact that Carter would catch passes while being covered by at least two players. 

So, I would heavily dispute the notion that other teams did not try to shut him down; for many years, the Vikings had little or no running game and their offense used to run through Carter and Randy Moss, at least when the two were paired up, briefly, towards the end of his career. What would be the biggest knock against him? The year they went 15-1 and lost to Atlanta, obviously. How was that Cris Carter's fault?

Now, bear in mind. I hate the Vikings. But Cris Carter deserves to go into the Hall of Fame.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Moral Cowardice of Joe Paterno


I don't blame Joe Paterno for trying to salvage what is left of his legacy. I'm sure that he means well. But sitting down with Sally Jenkins didn't work out the way that he wanted it to.

Specifically, we now know that, in his heart of hearts, he was a moral coward when presented with evidence that his assistant, Jerry Sandusky, was engaged in the sexual abuse of a minor. What "mistake" could he have made by taking steps to ensure that Sandusky was either cleared of the charges or arrested? Who would have turned on him and accused him of anything unethical by taking steps to get to the bottom of such a thing? Who could have faulted him for raising holy hell and calling attention to what was going on?

What is sad is that he forgets to acknowledge what everyone knew--Paterno was in complete control of his program and knew what was going on. In the interview, he forgets to acknowledge that he was in charge. He feigns ignorance when he says "because I never heard of, of, rape and a man." That, in and of itself, is the most disturbing comment of all.

Joe Paterno, in his entire life, never heard of a man raping a child? And he can't even spell it out properly. He can't bring himself to repeat what he knew to be true.

Later in the article, we're treated to the old saw of if this had been our child, we would have killed Sandusky. Please. Talk about your post-incident bloviating. Why is your child more sacred and wonderful than someone else's child?

What a complete and utter disgrace. This incident threatened his program, his wins record, his legacy as a coach. He knew that the moment that it happened. Here was an incident that stood in the way of him and being the greatest coach ever. Instead of saying, aw, hell and doing what he knew he should have done, he threw up his hands, pulled that old "I'm an old-fashioned, unsophisticated guy" charade that he has used in countless interviews, and ran out the back door.

He passed the buck and now he's been called on it. Legacy tainted, and forever.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Did It Occur to Anyone to Give the Money Back?


Of course, Penn State took that money and shoved it in its pants and ran out the back door with its hands over its ears, screaming "la-la-la-I-can't-hear-you."

If there's one thing our institutions of higher learning can do, it is this. They can ignore wrongdoing, celebrate mediocrity, embrace fools, and take money.

Tebow This

Mr. Tim Tebow is a big time NFL quarterback now. As his teammate says, case closed.

This is what happens when you make fun of a man's religion. God sends horrible, horrible lightning bolts down from the heavens to smite the unbelievers. And he doth smite them righteously, and on turf or grass, I do say, it matters not.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Penn State Unravels Some More


This article is, ostensibly, about LaVar Arrington's ego and little else. Penn State University has gone out and found a football coach that does not bring baggage with him to the job; they have decided not to retain a "Penn State guy" by getting rid of interim head coach Tom Bradley.

Penn State has to flush the system and they have to get rid of the entire coaching staff. They have to tear up the athletic department and start over. They have to contend with a decade or more of lawsuits, legal bills, and the NCAA's sanctions if those are forthcoming. They have to deal with the future and try to forget the past in any way possible. The past is irretrievably tainted by the specter of a coach raping children in the locker room.

But that doesn't mean anything to men like Arrington, who are hell-bent on making sure that what they want for their old school matters. Arrington, who is out of the spotlight and has nothing--nothing--but his tenure at Penn State to hold on to, is flinging that in the air in order to get people to pay attention to him again. And that's sad.

Penn State's problems run deeper than offending LaVar Arrington. Perhaps someone should tell him the truth--the future lies along a path that leaves the past behind. There is no future for Penn State football with a guy who carries any of that baggage.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Barry Bonds Got Away With It


I don't really have any hope for baseball anymore; the cheaters cheated and the sport "cleaned itself up" and we are now faced with the cold, hard reality that many of the statistics put up during the Steroid Era are going to be in the record book forever.

There was no way Barry Bonds was going to get "caught" in the sense of seeing his freedom, his wealth, and his records taken away from him. He simply had enough wealth to hire legal representation that could throw enough chaff into the fan and wear the system down. He had enough stamina to go through the motions and pretend that there was something to defend here. He had enough cash to get away with it, basically. But the fraud lingers. The fraud of what he did is there, and it is the elephant sitting in the room, casually swinging a baseball bat around, dashing the hopes of purists everywhere. Well, screw the purists. Baseball isn't for you anymore, suckers. Go follow chess.

Major League Baseball functions without a real Commissioner of Baseball, and it will probably never have one again. Whoever puts on that hat will be told what to say and how to say it. I wish that I could live long enough to see a real commissioner walk into the room where they keep the sacred book of holy statistics, tear out Barry Bonds' records and numbers, and set them on fire with a lopsided grin. Justice will never be done.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Franco Harris Loses His Gig


If a harness racing and slot machine casino thinks that what you said in public is too controversial for them to associate their good name with you, your name isn't worth a hell of a lot.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Advertisers Bail on the Penn State Brand

I think that this will help start the discussion as to whether or not the "death penalty" should be given to the Penn State football team. I firmly believe that the NCAA needs to take Penn State off of the football field and help clean house in Happy Valley. No amount of bleach and industrial cleaning solvent can really ever remove these horrible stains. No amount of money will ever clean up this mess. Might as well start pinching off Penn State's supply of filthy lucre.

This also hurts the schools that have to play Penn State. That's a damned good reason to end Penn State football for a while, if not permanently. They can use that stadium for urban blight experiments or track meets for all I care.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Better Run That by the Alumni, Lady


The best thing I have read about all of this so far compares Joe Paterno to your average Catholic bishop with a bad priest on his hands. The sin of omission is the sin we're talking about here, and it looks like Joe Pa dusted off his hands and walked away, just like so many other bishops and officials of the Catholic church did. So much for a being a leader.


Should Penn State be taken off the field? Absolutely.

But what about the alumni? Oh, no, we couldn't have that

You see, in America, it doesn't matter if one or ten or fifteen little boys got raped--what matters is the next home game, the next chance all of those well-heeled bigwigs can get together and watch some football, the next big mass where the offering plate can get passed around, the next chance everyone has to get together, bullshit, and break some bread. And that's what is sickening about this. How does Joe Pa, a man who I have long admired, get away with this? It pains me to write this, but I am sorry for ever admiring Paterno. He is a buck-passing shill for a game that has become a sick and twisted institution. I take back everything I ever said about him. The man has no character.

If this doesn't demonstrate that the institution of college football has knocked our priorities completely out of whack, I don't know what will. The game of football means nothing compared to the destroyed life of a single child. But you'd better get someone from the alumni association to confirm that for you, because, man, what a bummer all of this is, right? Why couldn't it have all just been whitewashed away, right?

Well, Joe Pa was part of the whitewash. His legacy is gone. He is the coach who hired the guy who raped little boys in the locker room and did the bare minimum to make sure it maybe wouldn't happen anymore.

Did Joe Pa beat the hell out of Sandusky? And if not, why didn't he? I mean, at a very simple level--if you are the head football coach, and one of your guys is discovered raping a child in your locker room, what do you do? Besides call the cops, beat the hell out of the guy, get help for the child, tell people that there is a "sickness in what used to be your coaching staff" and tell the world you are goddamned sorry it happened and that it will never goddamned happen again and that the game of football is nothing compared to this goddamned tragedy. Where is the evidence Joe Pa was human? Because that's what a human being would have done.

The NCAA should go back to the date where Paterno was told of what was happening, and make that the day from which all of his victories are now vacated and invalidated. Retroactively, his coaching career should have been ended the day he did nothing. Let him have whatever he did until that day. And, from then on, nothing.

I think that the entire program should be shut down for five years. Let everyone transfer, but close that building for five years. And let the alumni deal with it.

Joe Paterno is dead to me now. The coward.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Worst Fine Ever


It's not like Troy Polamalu pulled a cell phone out of his sock after running back an interception for a touchdown and called Domino's Pizza. What he did was not done to show anyone up or disrupt the game in any way, shape or form. Would the NFL feel better if he sat on the sideline and kept his face scrunched up as if he were concentrating on the playbook in his head?

This is a ridiculous fine, and the intent of what he did should be taken into account. Players should be allowed to call their wives or whoever during a game.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

What Will Schwartz Do Now?

A couple of coaches get into it and all of Western Civilization is in danger of collapsing, right? Well, the NFL has looked into it and they have decided that what happened isn't worth punishing. I don't buy all of this "passion for the game" nonsense. I think the NFL should have suspended both coaches for four games in order to send a clear message to everyone else. Would that have gotten past the owners of the Lions and the 49ers? I doubt that it would have.

Friday, September 30, 2011

A Bitterness For the Ages


Boy, can I relate to that.

Maryland, you suck.

Ralph Friedgen was a class act in the region. When I lived in the Baltimore-D.C. area, and listened to sports radio, there was always something about Friedgen that was likable and personable and I think he was a tremendous loss for Maryland. He's retired and part of the university, but I think everyone would love to see him coach again.

Was this a simple case of athletic director malpractice? Well, the ACC is a tough conference in both men's football and basketball, and both of those coaches were proven winners. I seem to recall that Debbie Yow couldn't get along with anyone who made more money than she did and won games.

But they're gone. And bitterness does not go away when you get rid of people the way Friedgen and Williams were gotten rid of.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

The People That's Christians?


Harvey Updyke Jr. is accused of poisoning the live oak trees of Toomer's Corner at Auburn University. He emphasizes the good that he has done with his life and insists that he has never hurt anybody up until the point where he, as a supposedly mature adult, decided it would be the ultimate college football prank to poison some trees out of a sense of unsportsmanlike spite and team rivalry (apparently, he's a big Alabama Crimson Tide fan who likes to give the finger when he's not pleading for forgiveness). Only, his bleatings and pleadings sound a little hollow and flat to me. After all, this was about college football. And it wasn't a "somebody." These were trees.

It is a truly ridiculous thing when someone appeals solely to those who self-identify themselves as Christians (every other denomination or belief structure can go pound sand) for forgiveness, that they do so well after the fact and only when they face legal jeopardy.

Harvey Updyke is a pathetic man child. He did something brazenly stupid and hateful and he did it because he doesn't care about anything that really matters. What would possess a grown man--not a kid, not a child, not some dumb college boy drunk on hubris--to do something as stupid as poison some trees is beyond me. But yet, there is that whole thing about college football, and how it gets completely out of hand and how some people just can't handle the rivalry thing.

For him to now plead for forgiveness smacks of being told what to do by a lawyer. When he came out of court, the only thing on his mind was the pain and embarrassment of being revealed to be the loser and the nothing that he truly is. He lashed out with a finger. He should have had the maturity and decency to realize his mistake. Instead, what we see, is a perfect example of how one person can ruin it for the rest of us.