Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Off the Grid

I've been doing my best Alex Supertramp impersonation, totally out of touch.  

With the NFL playoffs about to get under way, though, we're almost out of what I like to call the slow season, between the World Series and the start of conference play in NCAA basketball. 

Things are about to get interesting.

I have some good things planned for the blog, which is still, like its author, trying to figure out what it wants to be.

More to come in the new year. Thanks for reading the past couple of months. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Line of the Night

36 points. 4 rebounds. 3 assists. 2 steals. Kobe Bryant.

Monday, December 22, 2008

"Every Time a Bell Rings...."

Faithful WGASIG readers have probably figured out I’m not the biggest—or the most knowledgeable—football fan in the world. That's fine. I have other things on my mind and, like Eric Mangini, the game of football is just a little bit over my head. Still, I would be remiss if I didn’t at least call your attention to New England Patriots receiver Wes Welker’s most recent touchdown celebration.

After his second quarter touchdown yesterday, Welker, who finished the game with seven catches for 68 yards, dropped to the ground and, appropriately enough, made a snow angel, just beyond the snow-covered end line.




I'm sure this kind of celebration's been done before, so Welker loses some points for unoriginality. However, he more than makes up for it with his commitment and attention to form; an eight-year-old girl couldn't have done it better herself.

Line of the Night

345 yards. 20 completions. 19 rushing yards. 3 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Matt Cassel.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Line of the Night

50 points. 5 assists. 2 rebounds. 1 block. Jamal Crawford. 

Saturday, December 20, 2008

"What Happened to Yesterday?"

Dock Ellis, a former pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates and New York Yankees, died yesterday in Los Angeles. Although Ellis won 138 games in his career, including 19 in 1971 for the World Champion Pirates, he is best known for throwing a no-hitter for Pittsburgh a year earlier, in 1970. While on LSD. 

In San Diego to play the Padres, Ellis, who grew up in Los Angeles, left for home two days before his next scheduled start,  June 12. He took some LSD, caught up with some friends, woke up on what he thought was the next morning and took more LSD before his friend's girlfriend told him he had to pitch later that afternoon in San Diego. 

Ellis's classic response? "What happened to yesterday?"

He raced down to San Diego, just in time for the first game of a double-header. Pumped full of amphetamines to help off-set the LSD, Ellis walked eight, hit Padres outfielder Ivan Murrell three times, loaded the bases twice and struck out six, even though, by his own admission, he couldn't make out the batters, only which side of the plate they were standing on. 

Here's Ellis, in his own words:   

"I can only remember bits and pieces.... I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria. I was zeroed in on the glove, but I didn't hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters and the bases were loaded two or three times. The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn't hit hard and never reached me."
And here's a clip of Ellis recounting the whole experience. It's worth watching, if only to soak in Ellis's complete nonchalance about his moment in the technicolored sun and cellophane flowers of yellow and green. 


Line of the Night

41 points. 13 assists. 3 rebounds. 3 steals. Devin Harris. 

Friday, December 19, 2008

Everything Is Illuminated


Via RAB, a shot of the Bronx Boondoggle

Even though I still don’t think the Yankees need a new stadium, I have to admit: it does look pretty good, particularly with CC and A.J. in it

I’m always amazed about how quickly I get behind the Yankees’ personnel decisions, at least after they're consecrated. I wasn’t particularly crazy about signing CC or A.J., but both are Yankees now. I’m looking forward to them anchoring a rotation that includes Chien-Ming Wang, Joba Chamberlain and, most likely, Andy Pettitte, with Phil Hughes, Ian Kennedy and Al Aceves waiting in the wings.

Even today, with rumors of Manny’s homecoming still swirling around 161 st Street, I’m less than thrilled about the possibility of watching a very special Bronx episode of “Manny Being Manny.”

If he signs before Christmas, though, you know I’ll honestly consider buying his No. 24 Yankees jersey.

And Yankees fans aren’t the only one guilty of such hypocrisy. Don’t think for a second half of Boston isn’t ready to tell Mark Teixeira to get bent. Until, of course, they sign him this weekend.

We all just root for the laundry now. 

Line of the Night

52 points. 6 assists. 5 rebounds. 1 block. Brandon Roy. 

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Context Is Everything

Howard Beck gets it:
This Knicks season is about rebuilding both the roster and their self-image, so their performance is sometimes as important as the final score. They are earning the league’s respect quarter by quarter, earning praise from Bryant and Lakers Coach Phil Jackson, among others.
Not only is this current incarnation of the Knicks fun to watch, the players are seemingly committed to D'Antoni and his system, which makes their back-to-back losses to the Suns and Lakers easier to take than they would have last year, under Isiah. 

Hell, as Beck rightly calls it, the recent losses are downright encouraging

I think I speak for all Knicks fans in saying anything even close to a .500 record this season would be an unimaginable success.  

Line of the Night

41 points. 11 rebounds. 6 assists. 2 blocks. 1 steal. Danny Granger. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Odds & Sods

If you thought Team Aniston/Team Jolie spat was nasty, just wait for this summer’s Team Boozer/Team Millsap imbroglio. Meanwhile, Stephon Marbury’s turn in the Los Angeles spotlight was so self-aggrandizing he made Jack Nicholson look like Daniel Day-Lewis.

Manny is most likely Bronx-bound, but Rocco Baldelli, the pride of Woonsocket, Rhode Island, might be returning to form.

Sports Biz takes a look at the guys behind RealGm.com, while With Leather re-introduces the Internet to Club Trillion.

Line of the Night

20 points. 14 rebounds. 10 assists. 3 blocks. 1 steal. Tracy McGrady. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Fresh Meat

Sports Illustrated writer Kevin Armstrong takes a look at the best (so far) of this year’s NCAA basketball recruiting class. Per usual, Roy Williams is off to a good start. As is Jay Wright and Rick Barnes. I’ve come to expect such things from the likes of UNC, Villanova and Texas.

More surprising, though, is the early success of Indiana University's Tom Crean, who resurrected the Hoosiers' moribund program last April in the wake of the Kelvin Sampson debacle. Crean is off to a great start, landing six solid recruits, including Birmingham Shades Valley standout Christian Watford, according to Armstrong.

Here’s the SI scribe’s take:

The program's anchor is still securely lodged in the Midwest, but that didn't stop reconstructionist Tom Crean from reaching out to the south for Watford -- a 6-8, 215-pound swingman from Birmingham, Ala. A slasher with body control he should be Crean's cornerstone in trying times and play well off [fellow recruits Maurice] Creek and [Bawa] Muniru.

Good for Crean. He built a tremendous program at Marquette and, by all accounts, has an unrivaled eye for talent (See: Wade, Dwyane). This, in addition to a killer living room speech, should put Indiana back near the top of college basketball in no time.

Also of note, Memphis’ John Calipari landed Xavier Henry, the younger brother of C.J. Henry, who the Yankees drafted out of high school in 2005, before trading him a year later to the Phillies as part of the deal that brought Bobby Abreu and Cory Lidle to the Bronx. Although Henry recently resigned with the Yankees after the Phillies released him, he’s currently riding Calipari’s bench in downtown Memphis. It remains to be seen whether C.J. plans on returning to the diamond any time soon, or if he'd rather stick around to play ball with his younger brother. Either way, the Tigers already look pretty stacked for next season.

Line of the Night

25 points. 9 rebounds. 8 assists. 3 steals. Rajon Rondo. 

Monday, December 15, 2008

“Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose!”

I spent most of Sunday afternoon watching episodes of “Friday Night Lights,” so forgive me if I put too much stock in a single victory for Craig Robinson’s Oregon State Beavers. His team is still an underwhelming 2-5, but Saturday’s one-point win over a solid Nebraska squad does seem an awful lot like a turning point in the young season.

Here’s Robinson take, at least:

“Not only did they close out, but they had to close out with sheer toughness. That was the beauty of this game. Talking about all the different things you have to do that allow you to be a winner; and for us, toughness is just as important as rebounds, turnovers and foul shots. It was really a treat to see these guys pull out a tough game like that against a very good team with a very good record.”

Sophomore guard Calvin Haynes, who scored 14 points in his first game of the season after finally getting his grades up to snuff, underlined Coach Robinson's points:
 
"I feel like we are finally buying into what coach is saying. We’ve got to win close games like tonight, and it’s going to be like this the rest of the year.”

Saturday night’s home win was the Beavers’ first in almost a year. Pretty good timing, too. The team plays seven of their next 10 games in Corvalis, including two likely gimmes against Seattle Pacific and Seattle, and a rematch against Howard, before opening up conference play in the new year against UCLA and USC.

Now, I’m not about to proclaim OSU as favorites to win the Pac-10, even if the conference is reportedly wide open. Still, the team’s latest win is a step in the right direction and a bit closer to what OSU’s Athletic Director Bob De Carolis had in mind when he handed the program over to Coach Robinson last April.

Line of the Night

207 yards. 11 receptions. 1 touchdown. Andre Johnson. 

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Line of the Night

28 points. 7 rebounds. 7 assists. 3 blocks. 1 steal. 0 turnovers. LeBron James. 

Friday, December 12, 2008

But Can He Post Up Jim Davis?

I've always been interested in the obscure talents of famous people. Like Ted Williams' proficiency for fly-fishing. Or shooting down Koreans. There's just something kind of reassuring about knowing, for instance, that Oscar Wilde was also a pretty good boxer or that millionaires Warren Buffet and Bill Gates are also world-class bridge players.

I'm not sure this qualifies on either front, but I stumbled across this oddly hypnotic video of Robert Mankoff, the cartoon editor of the New Yorker, on the magazine's blog, "The Cartoon Lounge," showing off his basketball skills.



For those of you unfamiliar with Mankoff, he’s in charge of pulling together each week the best collection of cartoons on the planet. He also occasionally contributes his own work, one of which featured this memorable line about the Mick:

"I'm probably in the minority, but I would've loved to see Mantle on steroids."

Although Mankoff’s shooting isn't anywhere in the same vicinity of the Splendid Splinters' otherworldly gifts, the cartoonist is pretty good at hitting the open J, from the same spot, unguarded, over and over again.

Now, don't get me wrong: Mankoff's no Stephen Curry. His form is a bit stiff, to say the least, and I doubt he'd have much luck getting his shot off against a defender, even in an one-on-one against the paunchy dude who appears toward the end of the clip. Still, 9 for 9 is a good night, in any league.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Line of the Night

45 points. 11 rebounds. 4 steals. 3 assists. Carmelo Anthony. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Like Boxing a Bear


Last night, I hosted the FreeDarko Macrophenomenal listening party at the Sugar Lounge, in Red Hook, Brooklyn. By all accounts, the event, which consisted of me, Nathaniel, Jesse and Jacob, talking over the Knicks-Bulls game, went off without a hitch. 

Jesse (Silverbird5000) shared an epic story about how Charles Smith’s failure against the Bulls revealed to him everything he needed to know about his Jewish faith. Nathaniel (Bethlehem Shoals) waxed poetically about Mike D’Antoni’s hucksterism, and Jacob (Big Baby Belafonte), the collective's aesthetic eye, weighed in on the Association’s lack-luster marketing campaign.

I managed to get in a few zingers, too, and escaped, like the gentleman in the photo above, relatively unscathed.

Thanks to everybody who stopped by. A big round of applause for Freddy and Kerry who let us make a mess of the place. Also to Pete, the owner of the neighboring FreeBird Books and co-sponsor of the event. I really appreciate it. Red Hook really is lovely this time of year. 

Line of the Night

32 points. 14 rebounds. 4 assists. 2 steals. 1 block. Tim Duncan. 

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Ta-Nehisi and the Mad Dog?

A few weeks ago, Andrew Sullivan, in a Dish post about the NRA, threw out a pretty funny line about Plaxico Burress, which kind of blew my mind. Sullivan is literally the last Atlantic voice I'd expect to write about, even tangentially, contemporary American sports. Dead last. Even behind Barbara Wallraff

In fact, outside of an occasional Ta-Nehisi Coates post, The Atlantic, in my experiencerarely even bumps up against professional sports.

Imagine my surprise then, when I read not one but two interesting sports-related pieces in the December issue of the magazine. The first, in their revamped "Dispatches" section, is about the political significance of patriotic Czech--and former New York Ranger-- Jaromir Jagr lighting the lamp in Siberia. This is at least somewhat in keeping with the Atlantic's provenance. 

The second? Not so much. The feature, written by David Samuels, is a terrifying look at Quentin "Rampage" Jackson, the defending light-heavyweight champion of the Ultimate Fighting Championship, as Rampage prepared for his July title defense against Forrest Griffin. It's full of interesting tidbits. Did you know, for instance, that Rampage was knocked out twice by Wanderlei "The Axe Murderer" Silva? I, for one, did not.

I wonder if this new attention to the world of sports is just a one-time deal, or if the 150-year-old magazine is going to stick with it, as part of their rebranding.

Perhaps a call-in radio show is currently in the works.

Line of the Night

23 points. 22 rebounds. 6 blocks. 4 assists. 1 steal. Dwight Howard. 

Monday, December 8, 2008

Sam I Am

Pending verification of his eligibility, Samuel Louis Charles, aka Bigsam112, won ESPN's Streak for the Cash game last night, when the Steelers came roaring back late against the Cowboys. Charles, who hails from North Miami Beach, Florida, picked 25 straight wins in the contest, dating back to October 23, when he picked the Rays over the Phillies in the second game of the World Series. 

Last night's pick earned Sam a cool million, and he's still in a position to pick up another $10,000, if his streak holds up as the longest overall before the game ends on December 31.

1 + 99: WGASIG Presents FreeDarko

As I shoulder through the century mark, I'd like to announce that I will be moderating a kind of free-associative discussion/trash-talking session with the geniuses behind FreeDarko during tomorrow night's Knicks-Bulls game, at the Sugar Lounge, 147 Columbia Street, between Kane and Degraw, in Red Hook, Brooklyn. The festivities begin at 8:30 p.m. Audience participation is strongly encouraged. I want this to go down like a floor vote at the national convention of Bolsheviks. Or the NBA Draft.

Be there or be square. 

Line of the Night

277 yards. 26 completions. 3 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Peyton Manning. 

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Line of the Night

23 rebounds. 21 points. 6 blocks. Dwight Howard. 

Friday, December 5, 2008

Apropos of Nothing

Barney Frank has a way with words:
"[Obama's] going to have to be more assertive than he's been. At a time of great crisis with mortgage foreclosures and autos, he says we only have one president at a time. I'm afraid that overstates the number of presidents we have. He's got to remedy that situation."
(Via TPM)

Balance Sheets

For the past few weeks, I’ve heard murmurs about the Yankees warming up to oft-injured free-agent pitcher Ben Sheets because oft-injured free-agent pitcher A.J. Burnett is looking for a 5-year contract.

I never really gave the rumor much thought, but it just won’t go away.

Initially, I thought this was a terrible idea for the Yankees, especially after the Pavano fiasco. After reading this exhaustive comparison by the guys at RAB, though, I’m starting to think signing Sheets to a 3-year deal might be worth the risk and, truth be told, in the Yankees' best interests. 

Here's a nice little nugget about the two pitchers' health-related problems, which helps put into perspective Sheets' recent rash of injuries. 
So comparing the two pitchers side-by-side, Sheets’ injuries appear to be more isolated that Burnett’s. The shoulder problems occurred so far apart that it would be hard to believe they’re related, while the torn lat and finger issues are behind him. Burnett’s shoulder problem looks very much like an isolated incident, however his elbow has been a persistent problem, giving him trouble in four different seasons, however it hasn’t bothered him in over two years. Burnett just completed his first healthy season since 2005, while Sheets was about to do the same (I just can’t accept an ear infection as evidence of him being injury prone) until his late season muscle tear. And that is why you’re hearing much less about Sheets this winter, because he’s injured right now.
I'm still not fully sold on Sheets, but RAB's Mike A. does score some persuasive points.  

(UPDATE: Fixed after a note from GHS.) 

Up in Smoke

In yesterday's Daily News, columnist Filip Bondy drew a clear line between the Giants and the Jets. The Giants, according to Bondy, are a total mess. The Jets, on the other hand, are a model of propriety. Bondy even compared Gang Green to a group of "Boy Scouts." Here he is on the team's singular focus: 
There is nothing to divert them from their appointed duty. Outside of the positive fuss about Brett Favre's arrival, the Jets have been all about football. It's been this way for a while. You have to go back to John Abraham's crash or Jumbo Elliott's DWI to uncover even a sniff of scandal.
Poor choice of words, and even worse timing. Less than 24 hours after Bondy's column went to press, it was announced that Jets DE Shaun Ellis was arrested last Saturday morning for possession of marijuana, speeding and driving without insurance, after he was pulled over by police outside the Jets' practice facility in Florham Park, New Jersey.

I'm sure fellow News columnist Mike Lupica, who's known for shooting from the lip, is giving Bondy total hell for this. Provided, of course, Lupica still even acknowledges other sports reporters off-camera.  

Line of the Night

447 yards. 21 completions. 7 touchdown passes. 0 interceptions. Mike Teel. 

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Irony is Recession-Proof

For the fourth consecutive year, Forbes magazine has rated the Knicks as the most valuable franchise in the National Basketball Association. 

With an estimated worth of $613 million, the Cablevision-owned Knicks, who won all of 23 games last season, finished just ahead of the Western Conference champion Los Angeles Lakers and their scant $584 million, according to the magazine. 

Even in the darkest days under Isiah Thomas, when the team lost 66 percent of its game and spent $424 million on players over four years, the Knicks still managed to generate a league-leading $208 million in revenue last year, $12 million more than the team earned the previous season. What's more, the team's operating income jumped to $29.6 million, up from a loss of $42 million in 2006-2007. 

Kurt Badenhausen, an associate editor at Forbes, makes some sense of this ridiculousness.  
In spite of the Knicks' terrible play on the court in recent years, the franchise is the NBA's most valuable thanks to the pricey luxury suites and ticket packages that fans and companies continue to snap up at Madison Square Garden.
So it is our fault. Still, there's not much we can do about it. Knicks owner Charles Dolan, who also owns Cablevision, Madison Square Garden, Radio City Music Hall, the Rangers, the New York Liberty and a bunch of other stuff, profits regardless of where the Knicks finish in the standings. This pretty much puts a kibosh on any hopes that he and his son James would ever sell the team. I mean, why would they? Father and son are practically printing their own money over at Madison Square Garden. Let's just hope they remember to open up their wallets in 2010 so Donnie Walsh can finish what he started

Line of the Night

17 assists. 16 points. 13 rebounds. 3 steals. Rajon Rondo. 

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

A Fan's Note

I was fortunate enough to take in last night’s Knicks-Blazers game. Here are a few random thoughts from the evening, as experienced from section 345, row D, seat 1.

Chris Duhon is better than advertised. David Lee works hard. Brandon Roy plays like Clyde Frazier. Greg Oden looks lost. LaMarcus Aldridge is nice. So is Travis Outlaw. Rudy Fernandez has lots of fans and is an absolute chucker. Malik Rose has no business playing basketball. Tim Thomas is still Tim Thomas. Channing Frye is irrelevant. Al Harrington is better than Anthony Bonner. Q is fat. Roberson is tiny. The Knicks ran out of gas. D’Antoni pays attention to everything, except Stephon Marbury. Nate McMillan needs to tighten up his team's D. The Knicks City Dancers are off. The Garden overestimates people’s hankering for cotton candy. And, finally, Knicks fans don't drink nearly as much beer as Rangers fans.

Thanks to NT and PF-T for looking out.

The Powers of the Potomac

The Plank's Michael Crowley, with a dime from Ben Smith at Poltico, points out that a big chunk of Obama's likely cabinet know how to handle the rock.
Jones played forward at Georgetown. Geithner reportedly likes himself a good pickup game. And the Times says Eric Holder was once known, impressively, for his 'easy dunk.' Susan Rice, too!
With Obama, that's a solid starting five. Still, they'd do well to recruit Mayor-elect Kevin Johnson to help run the floor at their local YMCA. I doubt, though, Obama's keeping open a spot for Sarah Barracuda.   

(Via Yglesias)

Line of the Night

29 points. 10 rebounds. 2 assists. 2 steals. 2 blocks. Dirk Nowitzki.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

The ink has yet to dry on the ridiculous contracts of Indian pitching fads Rinku Singh and Dinesh Patel—neither of whom even picked up a baseball until last year—but the Pittsburgh Pirates are already in hot pursuit of another free-agent talent: Mark Loretta.

The 37-year-old Loretta, oddly described by the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette as the Pirates’ longtime nemesis (isn’t that Robert Nutting?), hit .280 with four home runs and 38 RBI last season for Houston. Loretta is a respectable .297 career hitter and, in fairness, a pretty reliable infield glove. And, as the article points out, a number of teams are interested in his services.

Still, he’s Mark Loretta, a player contending teams bring in to shore up their defense in the late innings. He’s not the answer, and he really shouldn’t be the Pirates’ marquee off-season target, particularly after they shipped off, in mid-season, favorites Jason Bay and Xavier Nady to the Red Sox and Yankees, respectively; and especially not after the team’s pitching staff finished the 2008 season with a 5.08 earned run average, dead last in the National League.

I understand the organization can't chase after the likes of C.C. Sabathia or Mark Teixeira, but they can't even set their sights higher than Mark Loretta or two kids who don't yet know how to pitch against live batters? Man, it just has to be punishing to root for the Bucs. Their fans aren't even allowed to get excited about the Hot Stove. 

Line of the Night

37 points. 13 assists. 5 rebounds. 3 blocked shots. Dwyane Wade.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Are You Sure We Can?

With President-elect Barack Obama’s security and economic teams securely in place, it’s worth checking in, as promised, on the progress of Obama’s brother-in-law, Craig Robinson, the head coach of the rebuilding Beavers of Oregon State, whose team lost their season opener to the lowly Howard Bison 47-45, on November 14.

To put it gently, the Robinson administration isn’t off to as fast—or as impressive—a start as Obama’s.

Following their opening night loss, the Beavers ran out of gas against Nevada and, after finally returning home, lost close games to Yale and Montana State by a combined four points. I'm sure that one-point loss to Yale really rankled Robinson, a graduate of Princeton, but his Bulldog-inspired agita was probably just a hiccup compared to his team's Thanksgiving Eve gag-fest against Montana State, which put the Beavers' current losing streak at an unsightly 25 straight going back to last season, before Robinson was hired to change the culture of the OSU basketball program. 

Still, Robinson and his team kept on keeping on, and finally won their first game of the season-- and first in about a year-- last night against Fresno State, a so-so squad from the Western America Conference, 62-54, behind senior guard Rickey Claitt's 14 points.  

Not exactly "Hill at Foggy Bottom," but, as even the president-elect would tell you, a win is a win is a win. 

The Beavers next take on the 4-1 Iowa State Cyclones, in Ames, on December 6.  

Line of the Night

47 points. 8 assists. 7 rebounds. 1 steal. Devin Harris. 

Sunday, November 30, 2008

We Are All Bigsam112

Unbeknownst to me, ESPN has been running an online contest, Streak for the Cash, for fans who think they can pick 25 straight winners from a pool of network-sanctioned matchups. The first person to do so before December 31, 2008 wins a cool million dollars. 

Say what you will about ESPN, but this is an idea I can get behind. I wish I had known about the contest earlier, though, because one participant-- known only as Bigsam112-- is one pick away from a nice pre-Christmas stocking stuffer. 

Bigsam112 has picked 24 in a row, including, for my money, his gutsiest call, the Dolphins over the Broncos, in Denver, at the beginning of November. Most recently, Bigsam112, who started off losing five in a row before his current hot streak, correctly picked the Buccaneers over the Saints for his 24th consecutive winner. He is the third contestant to reach 24, according to the ESPN.com, but, as of this writing, has yet to make his potential million-dollar pick.

I don't know about you, but I'm rooting for the sports geek. I'd love to see him take one from the Worldwide Leader.  

Line of the Night

37 points. 21 rebounds. 3 steals. 2 assists. 1 blocked shot. David Lee.  

Saturday, November 29, 2008

This Can't Be Good for the Hamstring

New York Giants receiver Plaxico Burress, who is currently rehabbing a strained right hamstring, reportedly shot himself in the right thigh late Saturday night at a New York City club, a few hours after team officials deemed him unfit to play against the Washington Redskins Sunday afternoon. 

Talk about self-inflicted wounds. 

Since Burress signed a five-year, $35 million contract with the Giants earlier this summer, he's managed to piss off everyone within the Giants organization. He was suspended for 12 days because he skipped a number of meetings, and was fined, by the National Football League, $45,000 for yelling at officials during the Giants victory over the San Francisco 49ers. This came after he shouted at Giants Coach Tom Coughlin for drawing an unsportsmanlike-conduct penalty. Coughlin later benched Burress for the fist quarter against the Pittsburgh Steelers for missing a mandatory rehabilitation session for his neck and shoulder injury. 

I imagine we've seen the last of Burress in a Giants uniform.

Line of the Night

516 passing yards. 58 completions. 38 rushing yards. 5 touchdown passes. 1 rushing touchdown.1 interception. Andy Schmitt. 

Friday, November 28, 2008

Exit Strategy for Weiss?

Before Charlie Weis is officially run out of South Bend, I'd like to throw out a possible landing spot for the once-celebrated offensive guru: Cleveland. 

Think about it. Current Browns coach Romeo Crennel is reportedly on the hot seat, and Weis is, arguably, best suited to work out the kinks in Crennel's system, because he and Crennel both learned their craft in New England, at the feet of Bill Belichick. Also, in their current positions, both Weis and Crennel run basic variations on Belichick's offensive and defensive schemes. 

Weis, then, could step right in and help Cleveland, which is in the bottom third of the National Football League in almost every offensive category-- even with a surplus of offensive weapons- put up some much-needed points, particularly with Brady Quinn, who gave Weis his best season at Notre Dame, under center.

It's at least worth a shot. The Browns couldn't possibly get any worse, could they?

Line of the Night

260 passing yards. 27 completions. 24 rushing yards. 4 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Donovan McNabb  

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Line of the Night

39 points. 11 rebounds. 2 blocks. 1 steal. Chris Bosh.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Drip, Drop

Michael Phelps has a way with words. The Olympic gold medalist, pitchman and reported skirt chaser told "60 Minutes" correspondent Anderson Cooper that his record-breaking display at the 2008 Summer Games almost didn't come to pass because, after shattering six world records, he got a little tired
"I got nothing left," he remembers telling coach Bob Bowman after the 200-meter individual medley, according to an excerpt from his interview scheduled for Sunday's "60 Minutes" on CBS. 
Phelps, though, did have enough in the tank to set an Olympic record in his next race, the 100-meter butterfly, which he won by one one-hundredth of a second, and, on the following day, a world record in the men's 4 x 100-meter medley relay. 

I don't doubt that Phelps was pretty beat up before, at that point, his fifteenth race in eight days, but to announce this, three months later, isn't particularly newsworthy or, for that matter, illuminating. It's like saying winning 8 gold medals is, you know, hard. 

Still, I can't really blame Phelps for not revealing more. He's probably just saving all the details for his new book.     

Guys, This Isn't Helping


AP Photo/Mary Altaffer via Sports Illustrated

Line of the Night

35 points. 8 rebounds. 6 assists. 3 steals. Caron Butler. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

It Tastes Like Burning

The uber fans at River Avenue Blues smack down the wildly inaccurate and irresponsible news reports coming out of baseball's Hot Stove League. 
Everyone’s a fan of a good rumor. It makes the hot stove interesting. However, I’d rather not hear anything than hear something not true. Unfortunately, with everyone gunning for the big scoop, we’re probably going to see a few more false starts this off-season. Which is a shame. When we read a player is signed, he better damn well be signed. Can you imagine if this happened with CC Sabathia and the Yanks?
Their advice? Caveat lector.  

Line of the Night

17 assists. 14 points. 10 rebounds. 1 block. 1 steal. Chris Paul. 

Monday, November 24, 2008

Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

Fresh off last night’s upset of Memphis in the Puerto Rico Tip-Off championship game, the Xavier Musketeers jumped to number 16 in the AP’s Top 25 Poll. Xavier, who last week was ranked at a surprisingly low number 29, joins fellow Jesuit Universities Gonzaga (no. 9), Marquette (no. 15) and Georgetown (no. 21) in this week’s Top 25.

For those scoring at home, that’s four Jesuit schools in the Top 25. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: The S.J.s can flat out play.

Even Tiger Can't Help GM

After nine years, General Motors, currently a little short on cash, has officially cut ties with Tiger Woods, the world's most bankable spokesman, because, well, they can't afford him
The cash-strapped company said in a statement that it is looking to reduce costs, and that the world's No. 1 golfer also wants more personal time as he expects his second child.
The endorsement deal, believed to be worth at least $7 million a year, was to end in 2009. Woods' agent at IMG, Mark Steinberg, said the decision to end the relationship one year early was "absolutely mutual."
"It was a combination of things,'' Steinberg said. "Tiger was looking to gain some more time, and certainly it was an opportunity for GM to reduce its spending with everything going on.''
Tiger isn't the first shiny toy the automakers were forced to give up in recent months either, according to sources.  
GM is so concerned about costs that it cut advertising during the 2009 Super Bowl, although it still plans to sponsor the National Football League and will likely [continue to] air ads before and after the game. GM also has pulled out of the Oscars and Emmy Awards in 2009 - the first time in over a decade that it is not running ads right before, during or after the two events.
In the last quarter alone, GM has lost about $7 billion, and will most likely have to declare bankruptcy if the federal government doesn't step in and save them from themselves. Although cutting back on advertising cost and severing endorsement deals are sound-- and relatively painless-- cost-cutting measures, GM execs probably should have thought about implementing them way before their stock was at $3 a share

(UPDATE: Although I still think GM waited way too long to pull the plug on some of their advertising expenditures and endorsement deals, they should be given credit for, you know, actually doing it. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about AIG and Citigroup, who are in even more trouble than GM.) 

Line of the Night

415 yards. 30 completions. 3 touchdowns. 1 rushing touchdown. 1 interception. Matt Cassel.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Friends in High Places

When Knicks President of Basketball Operations Donnie Walsh freed up close to $46 million in cap space for 2010, he did more than just make the Knicks the prohibitive favorite to sign LeBron James when he opts out of his contract. He may have also put the Yankees in a better position to land their biggest free agent target this winter: C.C. Sabathia. 

According to ESPN's Buster Olney, the idea of LeBron James suiting up for the Knicks in two years could very well convince his good buddy to put on the pinstripes this spring.  
Sabathia developed a friendship, through his years in Cleveland, with LeBron James, as the two became the biggest stars in a small town. They have bopped around New York together in the past, and on Friday, the Knicks made trades that are being viewed as precursors to their pursuit, in another 20 months, of James.
Presumably, at some point, Sabathia and James have shared a conversation about living and playing in New York at the same time -- Sabathia for the Yankees, James for the Knicks. James, as the world famously learned in the playoffs of 2007, is a Yankees fan.
Olney cautions, however, that Sabathia isn't even close to coming to a decision about his future, and he is still weighing a number of factors, like staying in the National League or pitching in his home state of California, that could very well determine where he ends up playing next season. 

Still, the Yankees' reported offer of $140 million over six years, coupled with the King's possible arrival in the Big Apple, could likely tilt the balance in the Bombers' favor.  

Line of the Night

200 rushing yards. 122 passing yards. 21 rushing attempts. 6 completions. 3 rushing touchdowns. 2 touchdown passes. Pat White. 

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Line of the Night

24 points. 17 rebounds. 5 blocks. 1 assist. 1 steal. Dwight Howard.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Donnie Basketball



"I'm committed to getting this franchise back to where it was"-- Donnie Walsh, the president of basketball operations for the New York Knicks, upon his hiring in April 2008. 
In one day, Walsh put the Knicks in a position to make a significant play for LeBron James when he becomes a free agent in 2010. Hell, by then, the Knicks, who at that point will only be on the hook for approximately $18 million (baring any future transactions), might be able to make a play for James and another high-profile free agent, like, say, Tyson Chandler, to pick one name at random. 

Since he accepted the job, Walsh has said his first goal was to get the team under the salary cap by 2010. It took him eight months.

Although he's off to a hell of a start, he's not done yet. He still needs to field a competitive team, while simultaneously keeping salary available, so free agents will even consider signing with the Knicks in 2010. 

Still, I have no doubt that Walsh knows what he's doing. After this afternoon's flurry of activity, I'm secure in the knowledge that the Knicks are, at long last, in capable hands.   

Odds & Sods

The New Yorker has some fantastic treats in this week’s issue. Take a bite out of this mouthwatering profile about the best little BBQ joint in Texas, which is, appropriately enough, run by a former rodeo clown and a middle school janitor. (I’m still partial to the Salt Lick myself). Wash it down with the magazine’s feature about Delaware’s Dogfish Head Beer. Fans of FreeDarko should check out the Seattle Weekly’s story—which includes the first coherent explanation of the most magically delicious basketball blog I’ve ever come across—about the mensch behind the site. My Knickerbockers just took a giant first step toward getting under the cap. And they’re apparently just getting started. Finally, FanIQ points out this hilarious video about what happens when mascots cross the line.

Line of the Night

21 points. 10 rebounds. 10 assists. 1 steal. Courtney Pigram. 

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Ali-Frazier


Earlier this week, Life magazine posted on Google their photo archives. Obviously, there are literally thousands of fantastic photographs, but this John Shearer shot of Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier, which Shearer snapped prior to their historic 1971 fight, grabbed my attention. 

I'd say it illustrates pretty well Ali's devil-may-care showmanship and Frazier's steely determination, which brought out the best in both men throughout the first half of the 1970s, as they beat the holy hell out of one another.   

Frazier, of course, would go on, a few weeks later, to beat Ali in Madison Square Garden, while Ali won both the rematch three years later, in 1974, and the third and final fight, the "Thrilla in Manila," the following year. After the third fight, which Frazier's trainer, Eddie Futch, stopped before the 15th round, Ali famously said it was the closest to dying he's ever been.  

Hail, Hal

After 35 years as the Boss, George Steinbrenner has officially ceded control of the New York Yankees to his son Hal, who has been running the financial operations of the team in recent years. 
"I realize it's a great responsibility," Hal said. "My dad is, needless to say, a tough act to follow."
You don't say. Under Steinbrenner, the Yankees won six World Series titles and 10 American League pennants. Steinbrenner, who purchased the team from CBS for $10 million, also turned the Yankees into a billion-dollar empire, with majority interest in a regional cable television network and a food concession company. 

Hal takes over a team in transition. After missing the playoffs for the first time since 1993, the Yankees still have to address some serious holes in their starting rotation, as well as finish up work on their controversial $1.3 billion new Yankee Stadium, before they can get back on track.

As daunting as Hal's mission is, however, he's a much more suitable replacement than his brother, Hank, who seemingly spends his days in Tampa chain smoking Marlboro Reds and running his mouth to reporters from the Associated Press.  

Still, this changing of the guard is significant-- even if somewhat anticipated. For better of for worse, George Steinbrenner was the Yankees. His bluster and deep pockets defined the Bombers' celebrated return to the top. His official departure is a stark reminder of the many uncertainties currently surrounding the team.  

Line of the Night

25 points. 14 rebounds. 6 assists. 4 blocks. Chris Kaman.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Meh-VP

Drawing slightly more than half of the first-place votes cast by members of the Baseball Writers’ Association of America, Dustin Pedroia yesterday won the 2008 American League Award. He beat out 2006 MVP Justin Morneau and Red Sox teammate Kevin Youklis, who finished with 257 and 201 points, respectively.

Pedroia is obviously a good player. Earlier this month, he picked up the Gold Glove and the Silver Slugger awards. He also led the league in hits, runs and doubles (Hello, Green Monster). He plays hard every game and is, I imagine, a pretty hard-core douche. Teams need players like him. He makes things happen. And I fully expect him to inherit Jason Varitek's giant "C" (really, it should be BIGGER) when Tek signs with another team this winter. 

Still, I’m underwhelmed. Call me old-fashioned, but 83 RBI is pretty lame for an MVP, even if the player in question is a second baseman and bats in the 2-hole. I just prefer gaudier numbers, like the stats National League MVP Albert Pujols put up this year, which, admittedly, prejudices me from getting behind Pedroia as AL MVP. 

But don't take my word for it. Here are, without further comment, Pedroia’s MVP numbers stacked up against Pujols' and the numbers of the AL runners-up.

Pedroia
.326/.376/.493 17 HR 83 RBI 122 OPS

Pujols
.357/.462/.653 37 HR 116 RBI 190 OPS

Youklis
.312/.390/.569 29 HR 115 RBI 143 OPS

Morneau
.300/.374/.499 23 HR 129 RBI 137 OPS

Line of the Night

25 points. 21 rebounds. 3 assists. 1 steal. Blake Griffin.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

It's Not Your Fault and Other Advice on Following the Knicks

The good folks over at The Onion remind us just how difficult it has been rooting for the Knickerbockers since Scott Layden traded away Patrick Ewing for Glenn Rice, Luke Longley, Travis Knight, Vernon Maxwell and the rights to about five other players eight long years ago.  

How bad has it been? Two words: Clarence Witherspoon. 

Two more: Isiah Thomas. 

When you go through two organizational nadirs within an eight-year period, you're either 1.) in book publishing or 2.) a fan of the Knicks. During Isiah's reign of terror, I edited books for a living. I'd rather not dwell on this dark period of my life. Suffice it to say, I had a lot of conversations with friends that, more or less, went like this.

 


Still, the Hirsute One has a point: "It's not your fault." Once a Knicks fan can shrug off responsibility for the Layden-Isiah years,  they're practically home free. The rest is simply about managing expectations. 

Although the team has gotten off to a solid start, let's not get ahead of ourselves. They're in a middle of a long--and long-overdue--rebuilding phase. These things take time, no matter who's calling the shots. I have all the faith in the world in Donnie Walsh and Mike D'Antoni, but even they can't magically deliver the Garden faithful a 50-win season. At least not right away. As dispiriting as Sunday night's loss to the Dallas Mavs was-- and as elusive as a Tuesday night road victory over the defending champs will prove to be-- we still need to keep in mind that the Knicks, currently second in the Atlantic Division, have already exceeded expectations. Granted, those expectations were about as high as Bush's approval rating, but this team does have a promising future-- with or without LeBron. The same can't be said for our current lame-duck president or, say, the American automobile industry. 

So, as the inconsistent play continues, don't fret. Track Wilson Chandler's continued development. Celebrate Marbury's benching. Count the days until Malik Rose is no longer allowed to put on a Knicks uniform. Pray Gallinari gets some burn this year. Enjoy David Lee before it's too late. Hope for Junior's return. Put up with Nate Robinson's erratic play because his hard court histrionics are kind of fun to watch and, well, simply because he's not Howard Eisely.

This current incarnation of the Knicks is, by no means, the team of the future. But at least they ain't the Knicks of the past eight years. 

Line of the Night

33 points. 9 assists. 4 steals. 2 rebounds. Stephen Curry

Monday, November 17, 2008

From Russia With Love

Via NPR, I came across the work of photographer Jason Eskenazi, a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, who began documenting the former Soviet Union after the Berlin Wall came down twenty years ago, in 1989.

The results are stunning.

What strikes me most about Eskenazi’s black-and-white portraits is the visual disconnect between the eras each photograph invoke and when the pictures were, in fact, actually taken. I often joke about Russians’ affinity for Coca-Cola, Michael Jackson and two-ply toilet paper, but the subjects upon whom Eskenazi trains his eye are even more entrenched in the past than I had originally thought.

Here is Eskenazi explaining his work:
When the Berlin Wall came down, it was almost as if they were set out on a journey to find themselves and who they were after 70 years of a childhood.
Eskenazi, who has compiled his photographs into one collection, Wonderland: A Fairy Tale of the Soviet Monolith, also told NPR’s Margot Adler that his work explores the difficulty of losing what you always thought would be there.

“What I realized,” he said, “was that the people I was encountering had a nostalgia for tragedy.”

Eskenazi’s point is best illustrated in my favorite shot, “Hotel Moskva, Moscow, 1998”. In it, he shoots through an open window in the famous hotel, which closed down five years ago. On the left, we see Red Square-- and, really, all the square represents. On the right, a lace curtain and a young woman’s naked back, as she stares forlornly down to the scene below. The tension in her back betrays just how heavily the history of her country weighs down on her, even as she, presumably, tries to get away for a few days.

It’s heartbreakingly beautiful.

Click through to see a gallery of Eskenazi’s work. You won’t be disappointed.

Line of the Night

320 yards. 30 completions. 2 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Peyton Manning. 

Vegas is on the Line

My condolences if you had money on the Steelers last night. What should have been, at least, a 7-point win for Pittsburgh over San Diego, instead ended 11-10 in favor of the Steelers after referee Scott Green reversed Troy Polamalu's last-second touchdown, throwing an Roethlisberger-sized bucket of water on gamblers everywhere who thought Pittsburgh, giving five, had covered the spread. 

Green and his crew inexplicably negated Polamalu's touchdown because they eventually ruled San Diego quarterback Philip Rivers had thrown the ball forward to LaDainian Tomlinson. Tomlinson lateraled the ball to Chris Chambers, who then threw the ball backwards to a teammate before Polamalu grabbed it and ran it back for a touchdown. 

After the referees called both teams back on the field to kick the extra point, the play was put under review. Green reversed the call on the field and said the touchdown did not count.

Why? Green said he and his crew misunderstood whether Rivers' initial pass or Tomlinson's lateral was in question.
The first pass [Rivers to Tomlison] was the one that was illegal, but it only kills the play if it hits the ground," Green said. "That was incorrect to have killed it at that point. The ruling should have let the play go on. That's just the way that it played out. We believe the second pass (by Tomlinson) was legal.
Later, Green was asked why, since the first pass by Rivers did not hit the ground, the officials decided after huddling that the play should have ended there, essentially swapping in one mistaken interpretation of the rules for a different one.
We didn't kill it on the field. After (the) discussion we decided ... there was some confusion over which pass we were talking about and it was decided that it was the second pass [Tomlinson to Chambers] that was illegal that did hit the ground and therefore we killed the play there.
Translation: "We screwed this up as bad as monkeys making an egg-white omelette."  

Green later apologized for what he called an "errant" call. That should make everything alright with the gamblers of the world, don't you think? What's a couple of bucks between friends? 

UPDATED to recognize Green's second mind-boggling explanation. I still can't wrap my head around this fix, um, ruling. 

Just watch for yourself, please. 


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Line of the Night

445 total yards. 24 completions. 6 touchdown passes. 1 rushing touchdown. Case Keenum, BMOC.  
 

Saturday, November 15, 2008

0-1

The Craig Robinson-era got off to a slow start last night, as his Oregon State Beavers lost to the Howard Bison 47-45 in front of a raucous crowd at Howard University's Burr Gymnasium. The Beavers, who finished 2008 at the bottom of the Pac-10 with a 0-18 conference record, were hoping to get off to a fast start under First Brother-in-law Robinson, who last year guided Brown University to a second-place finish in the Ivy League. 

Although Oregon State isn't expected to compete for the Pac-1o title this year, I doubt last night's loss to the middling Bison is sitting too well with Robinson and the rest of his coaching staff, who like to run pre-dawn practices, as they fly back to Oregon from the nation's capital. 

The Beavers' next game is Saturday, November 22 against the University of Nevada Wolf Pack in Reno. Here at WGASIG, I'll be checking in periodically with Robinson and the OSU Beavers to measure the progress of his administration in relation to Obama's. Both of my readers (Hi, mom!) can thank me later. 

Cigarettes and Coffee

In light of Rolling Stone's preposterous list of the 100 greatest singers of all time, which has caused quite a stir, I figured I'd post this clip of Otis Redding, who came in at a representative 8th in the Top 100, at his absolute best. Enjoy it on this sleepy Saturday afternoon. 

   

Line of the Night

29 points. 13 rebounds. 6 assists. 1 block. 1 steal.  Shaquille O'Neal.   

Friday, November 14, 2008

Odds & Sods

The mayors of Philadelphia, Phoenix and Atlanta might be more than a little cash starved, but C.C. Sabathia eats recessions for breakfast, lunch, dinner and, by the looks of him, in-between meals as well. Meanwhile, astronomers in California find images of new planets in distant galaxies on the same day India finally reaches the moon.  In response to Proposition 8, Melissa Etheridge vents about her state, while fellow musician--and fellow Californian--Neil Young is more concerned about Detroit.

HRC as Secretary of State?

The rumors persist. Obama is a shrewd politician, and everything he touches, with a few exceptions, seemingly turns to gold. He clearly knows what he’s doing and he has certainly earned our trust. My preference would be for Clinton, a preternatural wonk, to take a second crack at fixing health care, but Obama seems to like Max Baucus for that particular gig. 

If Obama thinks Clinton, who famously voted to authorize the use of force in Iraq, is the right person for this particular job at this particular moment in time, I'll gladly yield to his experience and judgment. I trust him to make sound decisions. That is, after all, one of the primary reasons I voted for him. 

Still, this particular decision requires an even greater leap of faith than I've previously taken.

Yard Sale

I know times are tough, but I trust the Obama administration can come up with a better economic plan than selling off large chunks of government-owned land in the western part of the country. Alex Tabarrok’s big idea, which I stumbled on via Ross Douthat, seems a little excessive to me—not to mention a terrible waste of our natural resources and, frankly, an invitation for trouble. It also doesn't exactly bode well for people, like ranchers, who currently reside and live off these lands.  

He writes:

"It is time for a sale. Selling even some western land could raise hundreds of billions of dollars - perhaps trillions of dollars - for the Federal government at a time when the funds are badly needed and no one wants to raise taxes. At the same time, a sale of western land would improve the efficiency of land allocation."


Who would even be in a position to buy the land, especially now, several years after the land's worth has already depreciated significantly? The Saudis? China?

Welcome to Reno, a joint subsidiary of the Saudi Arabian Government and the People’s Republic of China.

I’m being glib, I realize. I’m sure there is some economic or academic merit to this argument that I’m incapable of seeing. (Full disclosure: I have little experience dealing with bills of higher denominations than 20). Still, you’d have to admit that Tabarrok’s idea has even less of a chance of becoming a reality than Ron Paul’s famous call to disband NASA.

Line of the Night

258 yards. 26 completions. 2 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Brett Favre.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Odds & Sods

Ron Klain just became the 17th most powerful man in Washington, while the Jets think they're the team to beat in the AFC East. An Englishwoman claims to have unearthed the real-life Eleanor Rigby, as Mitch Mitchell, Jimi Hendrix's drummer—and, for my money, one of the three greatest rock drummers of his era—shuffled off this mortal coil. Probably on the downbeat. Oden's finally good to go, but Lego's suddenly all bent out of shape. Thomas Friedman® apparently doesn't know what he's talking about. What's worse, neither does Henry Paulson

Hoops Hype

Sports Illustrated, which completely owns college basketball, just released its annual NCAA Men's Basketball preseason Top 20 rankings and scouting reports for each team. Not surprisingly, North Carolina has a stranglehold on the top spot. When Tyler Hansbrough and, to a lesser extent, Ty Lawson decided to stick around Chapel Hill for another year, Tar Heels Coach Roy Williams was pretty much guaranteed a fifth trip to the Final Four. 

Although the Heels are, without question, this year's team to beat, there are a number of teams, primarily Louisville and UCLA, eager to steal the show. Coach Rick Pitino has four returning starters to rely on, and Earl Clark is poised to improve on a pretty impressive sophomore effort. The Bruins, despite losing Kevin Love, Russell Westbrook and Luc Richard Mbah a Moute, still have Darren Collison and a highly touted recruiting class to boot. They could make some noise.  

I'm not crazy, though, about Connecticut at No. 3, but Hasheem Thabeet, when he wants to, can be a total beast down low, and there's absolutely no way Jim Calhoun will let his team play as soft as they did last year against the University of San Diego after A.J. Price went down.  Still, No. 3 is a bit generous, I think. 

Duke, meanwhile, comes in at a soft No. 8, which isn't exactly a ringing endorsement from the college hoops illuminati.  Let's face it: the Blue Devils are there because they're the Blue Devils. Not exactly a bold pick. 

More interesting, however, is the staff's selection of Purdue and Notre Dame as the No. 5 and 6 teams, respectively, in the country. Purdue looked really good last March and Notre Dame's inside-out combo of Luke Harangody and Kyle McAlarney, as Grant Wahl rightfully points out, has the potential to be pretty deadly. Both teams should be fun to watch. 

Like Seth Davis, I'm really high on Michigan State. Under Tom Izzo, the Spartans are always a tough out, and sophomore Kalin Lucas is one of the quickest guards in the country off the dribble. Maybe even faster than Ty Lawson.  Maybe. Look for the Spartans to challenge Purdue for the Big Ten Championship and, later, make it to at least the Elite Eight. 

I'd love to say the same for Georgetown, but I just don't see it happening. Coach John Thompson III lost Roy Hibbert to the NBA and Patrick Ewing, Jr. to, well, the ether, I guess. Even with three serviceable returning starters (DaJuan Summers, Jesse Sapp and Austin Freeman), I'm worried the Hoyas don't have the offensive weapons to put up much of a fight. Greg Monroe, sadly, is still a year away. I'll be pulling for the Hoyas, though, and I hope they prove me wrong.

Really, though, this is the Tar Heels' year. I fully expect them to win it all, but I am going to have a blast, as I do every winter, watching promising young teams try for the upset.           

Line of the Night

52 buckets. 19 treys. 28 assists. 132 points. The 5-3 New York Knickerbockers. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Odds & Sods

Obama likes what he sees in Gates, but Marty Burns loves what he sees in Atlanta. Joe Biden’s got himself a Thursday date in D.C., while Marte’s settling down in the Bronx. Bobby Jindal knows how to take a pitch. Sarah Palin, on the other hand, is still completely bush league

Line of the Night

27 points. 17 rebounds. 6 blocked shots. 3 assists. 1 steal. Al Horford. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

On Tulips and Organs

This morning, while grinding through my commute, I came across this hilarious anecdote in Anne Lamott's Bird By Bird. In it, Lamott recounts the story of her three-year-old son, Sam, intentionally locking himself out of the house. He had with him keys to a set of plastic handcuffs. 

She writes: 

"I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper when I heard him stick his plastic keys into the doorknob and try to open the door. Then I heard him say, 'Oh, shit.' My whole face widened, like the guy in Edward Munch's Scream. After a moment I got up and opened the front door.

'Honey,' I said, 'what'd you just say?'

'I said, 'Oh, shit,' ' he said.

'But, honey, that's a naughty word. Both of us have absolutely got to stop using it. Okay?'

He hung his head for a moment, nodded, and said, 'Okay, Mom.' Then he leaned forward and said confidentially, 'But I'll tell you why I said 'shit.' ' I said Okay, and he said, 'Because of the fucking keys!'"

The scene immediately brought to mind the time when, four years Sam's senior, I tried to get a laugh from my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother-- on Easter Sunday. The previous afternoon, I had heard a joke on the radio and I didn't understand it. But the joke absolutely killed and it was, at least I thought at the time, about flowers and, because of the season, topical. Before dinner, as my grandmother and great-grandmother rearranged the centerpiece and stemware from the dinning room table to make room for my mother's ham, I let it fly. 

"What's better than roses on your piano," I asked, perfectly setting them up for the punch line: "Tulips on your organ." 

Silence. 

My mother turned crimson. Nanny, taken aback, tried to guide my great-grandmother away before the joke could register with her. To her credit, though, grandma, who must have been 82 or 83 at the time, broke out into hysterics, which made Nanny start to laugh, which, of course, caused my mother to lose it. 

For the better part of 10 minutes, the three of them, the living entirety of my maternal line, stood above me, howling with delight.  

Housing Crunch

We’re still some time away from Obama’s big day, but places to stay in D.C. are already at a premium. (To say nothing of tickets to any of the Inaugural events). Most of the district’s 95,000 rooms have been booked, and hotels in Maryland, Virginia, Baltimore and Delaware are currently fielding calls about vacancies. At the same time, Craigslist is aflutter with offers of pet-friendly housing swaps and pull-out couches. 

I heard one story this morning about a D.C. resident who is entertaining an $8,000-offer to vacate his place for the weekend. He said he's probably going to hold out for more money. He thinks he can get $15k.  

Damn! 

Obama, as promised, is doing his part to spread the wealth around.

Mis-misunderestimated?

Josh Marshall rightfully calls out John Hinderaker for this outrageously partisan—and shockingly dishonest, even for him—bit of revisionism about W.'s way with words.

Line of the Night

328 yards. 32 completions. 3 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Kurt Warner.

Monday, November 10, 2008

You Can't Always Get What You Want

The heavyweight is still waiting for Governor Palin, the oddest political footnote in our country's history, to offer up baby Trig's birth certificate. 

I'm all for transparency, but we've already rendered our verdict on Palin's truthiness. She's Alaska's problem again, even if she keeps winking toward 2012. Four years ago, John Edwards and Evan Bayh were the prohibitive favorites to capture the Democratic nomination. How'd that turn out? Palin's been forever exposed as a hack: four years in Juneau or Wasilla or in D.C. won't change that.  

Look, I also have my whacked-out theories about Trig, which I will absolutely never share on this blog. And I have thoroughly enjoyed seeing her get her comeuppance. But it's time to let it go. We won. Obama's in the White House

So, let's forgo beating this particular dead horse, shall we? Palin already took care of it from a passing Cessna.  

Little Pisser

Steven Lipski, a Jersey City councilman and executive director of a popular charter school in the city, was arrested Friday evening for allegedly urinating from a second-floor balcony at Washington, D.C.’s 9:30 Club.

Lipski, who was reportedly in town to see a Grateful Dead cover band, told reporters outside his Jersey City home that he was immediately giving up the drink following his embarrassing weekend.

No word yet on whether or not he plans on also swearing off Grateful Dead cover bands.

Lipski’s alcohol-related problems come in the wake of Jersey City Mayor Jerramiah Healy’s arrest and pepper spraying outside his sister’s Bradley Beach bar two summers ago, after tussling with local cops. Healy, who won a special mayoral election following the sudden death of incumbent Glen D. Cunningham, was eventually found guilty of obstructing justice in June 2007.

This isn't the first time Lipski has caused a scene at the club either. According to one source, who gave the following whopper of a quote, Lipski's been at it for some time.   

“We’ve dealt with this man before,” the source said. “He’s never peed on anybody, but he gets really belligerent and drunk.” 

UPDATE: In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that I once interviewed Lipski about his charter school. Public urination never came up. 

Line of the Night

289 yards. 30 completions. 2 touchdowns. 0 interceptions. Kerry Collins. 

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Break Up the Knicks!

My New York Knickerbockers, god bless 'em, are finally starting to resemble an honest-to-goodness basketball team. 

After this afternoon's thumping of the previously undefeated Utah Jazz, who were without point guard Deron Williams, the Knicks are two games above .500 for the first time since 30 games into the 2005 season, nearly four years ago, at the start of Bush's second term. 

They're starting to percolate. Don't say I didn't warn you. 

Line of the Night

31 points. 16 rebounds. 3 assists. 3 blocks. Dwight Howard. 

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Uncle Walt


I Hear America Singing
Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or
at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of
the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows,
robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

(Via Poets.Org)

Line of the Night

33 points. 10 rebounds. 9 assists. 3 steals. Dwyane Wade. 

Friday, November 7, 2008

Mutts Like Me

"Our preference would be to get a shelter dog, but obviously a lot of shelter dogs are mutts like me."-- Barack Obama, at his first official news conference as president-elect. 

The man continues to impress. 

Scott Boras: Insufferable Blowhard

It's a well-known fact that Scott Boras talks a lot of smack, but his recent comparison of Ryan Madson to Mariano Rivera is, arguably, one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said--at least publicly. 

Let's break it down, shall we? In 1996, when Rivera was still a setup man for John Wetteland, he went 8-3 with a 2.09 ERA in 107 2/3 innings. He finished third in the NL Cy Young voting. This year, Madson went 4-2 with a 3.05 ERA (almost a full run higher than Rivera's) in roughly 25 less innings. Not exactly Mo-like. And that's not even taking into account the entirety of Mo's Hall of Fame career.

The "debate" basically comes down to this simple question: Who would you rather have coming out of the bullpen with the game on the line? Exactly. 

I have nothing against Ryan Madson, per se. He's a solid reliever, like Julian Taverez in his prime. Or Tom Gordon. But he's certainly no Mo. My beef is with Boras, who, at this point, has about as much credibility as an anonymous YouTube commenter or William Kristol.     


Nine Months Later

E.A. Hanks, of the Huffington Post, beat me to the punch

Like her, I also envision a ton of little Barrys and Michelles making an appearance later this summer.  

Line of the Night

27 points. 9 rebounds. 3 blocked shots. 2 assists. LaMarcus Aldridge.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

WGASIG: A Sort of Song

Every pundit in the world is offering this morning his or her take on why Obama won. For the most part, their reasons, no matter how disparate, are all valid. Yes, first-time voters gave Obama an insurmountable advantage. As did an unprecedented African-American voter turnout. Sure, changing demographics in states like Colorado, New Mexico, North Carolina and Florida also opened the door for a Democratic candidate in historically Red-leaning states. The collapse of the country's economy didn't exactly hurt Obama's candidacy either. Nor did George W. Bush, for that matter. Obama's netroots fundraising and organizational apparatus also played a huge part in his election. As did Hope. And McCain's cynical selection of Palin. The waning influence of the culture wars also helped make it possible for a black candidate to win the White House for the first time in American history.

These are all true, and, on any given day, I might argue for--or against--any or all of them, perhaps at the same time. They undoubtedly all factored into Obama's historic victory. Ultimately, though, I think Obama won for two simple reasons: 1.) he was a better candidate and 2.) he ran a better campaign.

That's how I like to read it anyway.

Pundits and historians can--and will--look at this election from every angle. As they should. There is a ton of valuable information to be divined from polls, demographics and voting trends.

Here at WGASIG, however, I'm going to try and keep things as simple as possible. And not just about the election. But about all my posts, whether they're focused on sports, popular culture, literature or other miscellany. As the subhead implies, this blog is primarily about the big picture. Although I won't always be successful, I'd like to keep to a minimum my forays into the details and leave the minutiae and analysis to the heavyweightsuber fans, stat geeks and dry-humpers of history, who are far more qualified-- and eager-- to explain the world than I.

I'd rather just offer wiseass commentary, like I would at a ball game, just as the Jesuits taught me.

Re: the blog's name? Well, I cribbed it from Major League, which some argue is the funniest baseball movie of all time. (Not even close.) In one scene, three Indians fans watch as Rick "Wild Thing" Vaughn serves up a long home. As the ball nears the fence, one fan says, "too high;" the other, "too hard." They continue to argue about how, exactly, they knew the ball was going to leave the park well after the hitter has crossed home plate and Vaughn has already started drowning his sorrows in the shower. Finally, the third fan, exasperated, mutters, "Who gives a shit, it's gone."

My sentiments exactly.

Line of the Night

49 points. 11 rebounds. 6 assists. 5 steals. 2 blocks. Amare Stoudemire.  

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Hope's Right Hook

As expected, Rahm Emanuel, the man who helped usher in a new Democratic majority in the House of Representatives, is reportedly on board

Emanuel is an interesting character. Famous for laying waste to congressional Republicans-- and once sending a dead fish to a pollster who rubbed him the wrong way-- Emanuel is also the inspiration for Josh Lyman, President Barlett's deputy chief of staff on Aaron Sorkin's The West Wing, one of the many and increasingly bizarre connections between the television drama and Obama's political career. 

Obama is not fooling around. Less than 24 hours after winning the 2008 election, he's already up and running. 

It's going to be a productive--and fun--four years. 

UPDATE: Emanuel denies accepting the job but admits he's still considering it. 

UPDATED UPDATE: Game on

Final UPDATE: I've changed the post's title. I think this is more appropriate. 

Project Houdini

It remains to be seen how lasting of an impact Obama's voter registration and GOTV drives will have on future elections but Newsweek's outstanding review of Obama's 2008 campaign points to a pretty effective weapon that will almost certainly come in handy in 2012. 

"The Obama campaign's New Media experts created a computer program that would allow a 'flusher'—the term for a volunteer who rounds up nonvoters on Election Day—to know exactly who had, and had not, voted in real time. They dubbed it Project Houdini, because of the way names disappear off the list instantly once people are identified as they wait in line at their local polling station."

In a numbers game, that's a nice little trick to have up your sleeve, wouldn't you say?