In case you were wondering whatever happened to the Bleacher Report staffer who approved “The Japan Earthquake & Tsunami : The Worst Natural Disasters In Sports History”, well, apparently he or she went on to find gainful employment at CNN.
If you think that headline is terrible, just imagine how hard I struggled to throw a Jesse White Tumblers reference into the mix. Reds reliever Aroldis Chapman is having a very interesting 2012 season. On the field, too. While Cincinnati skipper Dusty Baker took umbrage at Chapman’s unusual form for celebration at the end of last night’s 4-3 defeat of Milwaukee, CBS Sports’ Jon Heyman reminds us that “no one dies doing somersaults.” NOT YET, Jon, not yet.
Considering the Reds’ previously mild reactions to the continuing soap opera surrounding their newsmaking reliever, their rebuke seemed over the top. Perhaps the Reds wanted to make a public statement regarding baseball decorum, especially with another game coming up against the depressed division-rival Brewers. But that doesn’t explain the lack of public responses to the previous episodes, all of which Chapman has managed to squeeze into a first half in which he has often been brilliant on the mound (he was near to unhitable for the first several weeks of thee season).
While celebratory somersaults aren’t something old-school people ordinarily rubber stamp, and the Reds probably have concern the Brewers think as old-school as they do and may counter by throwing at one of their stars (yes, Votto or Bruce), the Reds’ stern reaction to a fun incident was in sharp contrast to how Chapman’s previous, greater indiscretions were handled publicly.
There have been a few incidents. But the most obvious opportunity for the Reds to make a statement came when Chapman was stopped for driving 93 mph on a suspended license at 12:42 a.m. one morning.
The sister of Develop Don’t Destroy’s Daniel Goldstein has her own activist streak, Miss Wit tee designer Deb Goldstein’s coming in the form of a shirt protesting the MTA’s decision to accept naming rights dough in order to rename the Atlantic Avenue-Pacific Street subway stop, “Atlantic Avenue-Barclays Center”. From DFAinfo.com’s Leslie Albrecht :
The new name is the result of a 2009 deal between the Metropolitan Transportation Authority and Barclays Center developer Forest City Ratner Companies, who will pay the transit agency $200,000 a year for the next 20 years for the naming rights.
Barclays, a London-based bank, bought the naming rights to the new Brooklyn Nets arena in Downtown Brooklyn in 2007 for a reported $200 million.
She became inspired to make the threads when she spotted the new Barclays Center signs at the subway station, which sits just a few hundred yards from the new arena at Atlantic and Flatbush avenues.
To Goldstein, the station signs seemed to be “commanding” locals, some of whom had fought passionately against the arena, to embrace the Barclays Center.
“It just feels like there’s no control over anything that’s happening,” Goldstein said. “I have no problem with change, but change is something that evolves. You don’t buy change, and that’s what this feels like. It’s just a reminder of the whole process of how [Atlantic Yards] happened. It was supposed to be about housing, and now a British bank has their name on a subway station.”
Richard Khamir Hurd was arraigned in federal court Monday, charged with attempting to extort hush money from Redskins first round draft pick, Heisman Trophy winner Robert Griffin III (above, left). The former Baylor QB’s nemesis has a bit of experience in court rooms (sort of), having appeared on a February, 2001 telecast of the syndicated “Judge Judy” program. From the Washington Post’s Mike Jones :
In the episode, Hurd was seeking reimbursement from Baylor student Brooke Yancy for reimbursement of veterinary bills he incurred after finding her lost chihuahua. Judge Judy dismissed the case, ruling that Hurd incurred the expenses voluntarily by electing to take the dog to a vet rather than contacting Yancy, whom he had met four months earlier.
According to police documents, Hurd was arrested by an undercover FBI agent after trying to obtain a large sum of money from Griffin in exchange for what he claimed was “derogatory” information on the quarterback. It remains unknown what “derogatory” material Hurd had — or whether he had anything on the at all.
Tyler Green broke up Bronson Arroyo’s no-hit bid with a double down the left line in the 8th inning of tonight’s Brewers / Reds tilt at Great American Ballpark. Cincinnati is currently nursing a 3-2 lead, news you could’ve found anywhere else online, as this is clearly just a cheap excuse to show the above clip for the 40th or 50th time in CSTB history.
Air Traffic Controllers will be making a not-so-rare appearance at Beerland this Thursday, and with the exception of the performance itself, what could be more distasteful than my complaining afterwards that no more than two dozen people (some of them disguised as members of the other bands and/or club staff) witnessed this incredible cultural event? On most days, the correct answer would be “absolutely nothing”, however leave it to Indians closer Chris Perez to get me off the hook IN ADVANCE. Perez, who is already on record bitching about Cleveland fans’ failure to embrace his overachieving ballclub, gave the New York Times’ Tyler Kepner an earful on the same subject in today’s paper.
Cleveland ranks last in the league in attendance, averaging only 18,408 fans a game. Perez has expressed frustration with that, and did so again Monday. He said fans seemed to care more about rooting against LeBron James and the Miami Heat than they do about rooting for the Indians.
“I don’t get the psyche,” said Perez, who grew up in Florida. “Why cheer against a guy that’s not even in your city anymore? Just to see him fail? Does that make you feel good? I could see if the Cavs were in the championship, but that’s their mentality.
“They’ve had a lot of years of misery. They say, ‘You just don’t understand because you don’t live here.’ O.K., maybe I don’t. But that doesn’t mean it has to keep going.”
The Indians drew more than 3 million fans for six seasons in a row starting in 1996, the year the N.F.L. Browns moved to Baltimore. The new version of the Browns has not won a playoff game in its 13 seasons.
“That’s what I don’t understand,” Perez said. “Their whole thing is, ‘We want a winner.’ Well, why do you support the Browns? They don’t win. They’ve never won. They left. You guys blindly support them. I don’t understand it. It’s a double standard, and I don’t know why.
“It’s head-scratching. It’s just — they don’t come out. But around the city, there’s great support. They watch it in the bars. They watch it at home. They just don’t come.”
Perez might have a point about the LeBron thing, but even in a rough economy, it’s easier for the Browns to generate interest around 8 home games than for the Indians to do the same for 81. Is it really a head-scratcher?
Mets bullpen failures and Dino Costa pandering to birther trash aside, there are few things more predictable in this world than England getting knocked out of a major tournament on penalties. Sunday’s Euro 2012 quarter-final defeat to Italy was an uninspired, strategically bereft display that somehow passed for entertainment in the view of Britain’s prime minister, David Cameron, “who enjoys feigning interest in the kind of sporting pursuits enjoyed by commoners and oiks, because it conveys the impression that he’s no different to you even though we all know that’s not true.” And The Guardian’s Barry Glendenning and Paul Doyle are only just getting started ;
When you surround yourself with conniving multi-millionaires engaged in shadowy acts of nepotism, it’s important to show a common touch, which is why the prime minister pretends to support Aston Villa. Well, that and the fact that his uncle Sir William Dugdale used to be the club’s chairman. “I would like to congratulate the team and the manager and all who worked so hard with them and for them to put on a great display,” said Cameron today, in a speech that suggests he might not have been entirely truthful when he stated he’d actually watched the game.
Using the tactics so defensive and negative they could have been employed by a prime minister appearing before the Leveson inquiry, the fact that England made it to a penalty shoot-out at all was largely down to the success of the tried and trusted tactic of hoping really, really hard that the opposition fail to convert all the gilt-edged chances you keep gifting them. “At times the football hasn’t been fantastic, we haven’t blown people away,” said a clearly disappointed $tevie Mbe (above) this morning, with his brow looking even more furrowed than usual. “The possession stats speak for themselves. Moving forward as a nation we do need to improve with the ball,” he continued, apparently oblivious to the fact that most of the folks back home would happily settle for seeing their national football team moving forward.
The possession stats to which $tevie alluded don’t so much speak for themselves as whack the amps up to 11, rip the microphone from the stand Steven Tyler-from-Aerosmith style and scream at the top of their voices. England had just 32% possession last night, while their most successful pass completion combo involved Joe Hart lumping the ball towards the meaty forehead of a lumbering second-half substitute in the vain hope it might clank off his noggin into the path of a star striker that looked a long way short of match fitness after his spell on the naughty step.