Happy 42nd birthday to Mr. Richie Burnett. What? You don't know who he is? A native of Cwmparc (KOOM-park) in Wales, Mr. Burnett - nicknamed the Prince of Wales - was the 1995 World Darts Champion and continues to partake in Professional Darts Corporation events.
In other news, large burly darts fans wanting to look their best for the new high definition feed of the sport - and because darts fans are generally so much closer to the audience than football or baseball fans were recently airbrushed leaving their skin with a flawless and natural-looking finish.
Mr. Todd Haley formerly of the Arizona Cardinals has accepted the head coaching position for the Kansas City Chiefs. If he's smart, his first trade/cut/good riddance will be Mr. Larry Johnson of the selfsame Chiefs who has proven in his time with the Chiefs that he likes to beat women and complain about his carries. Is there any way to have Mr. Priest Holmes become miraculously well to run in place of this bum?
In similar news, Mr. Clancy Pendergast formerly of the Arizona Cardinals has parted with the NFC Champions for reasons presently undisclosed. Mr. Ken Whisenhunt has stated that the decision "comes down to what's best for the team and what gives us the best chance to win."
For the sake of the red birds, I hope these departures don't spell a plummet back into the depths of NFC obscurity, but based on Whisenhunt's success in these two short years, I'll wait to pass judgment.
The Pro Bowl. Why play the game? I don't care if it's before or after the Super Bowl. It just doesn't matter. And it shouldn't. These players shouldn't have to beat the hell out of each other for another game as a reward for being the best at their positions. And they don't. But I'm also not interested in watching a half-assed game in Hawaii. I say send the pro bowlers to Hawaii and let them enjoy. Set up some kind of football skills competition for the fans. But don't play a game about which no one really cares.
I'm a Yankees fan. And I am a Yankees fan because of the Babe, the original Iron Man, Joe D, Mickey, Whitey, Yogi, Thurman, Louisiana Lightning, and Donnie Baseball among others. You can even throw in Paul, Bernie, Derek, Andy, and Mariano. Those are Yankees through and through. And I can never stop being a fan of those core players.
I must seriously reconsider my devotion to these Yankees, especially the continuing ways of the Steinbrenner family. Questionable decisions made at so many turns. You may argue that Fat George has been imposing himself on the league since he took over the Yanks in 1973, and you'd be right. Paying for Reggie. For Catfish Hunter. Later for the likes of David Cone, David Wells, and Randy Johnson. He tries to buy teams. And sometimes it works. For now though, those purchases look okay because these purchased players weren't cheating. But when it comes to Roger Clemens and Alex Rodriguez, the questions cross from the monetary into the moral. I can imagine Fat George sitting across from these two players and saying 'What I don't know can't be used against me, so just don't tell me. I just want to win.' How could he not know that they were using steroids? And how could he think that it was okay. Shame on you George. And on you too Hank. Shame on the Yankees.
And while I'm at it, shame on you for bringing down the real Yankee Stadium before its time. You destroy a landmark for money claiming it's 'modernization'.
The Thunder of Oklahoma City have climbed to third worst in the NBA. We in Seattle are still smiling.
I've just looked at the NHL front page on the Sports Illustrated home page and saw 'Pens pound Jackets'. Now, I'd consider myself a sports fan even if only a casual observer of NHL headlines. Pens? Pittsburgh Penguins of course. Adjacent to this headline, 'Ellis, Predators blank Wild'. Yes, I know the Predators are from Nashville, the Wild from Minnesota. But the Jackets? Not a clue. I clicked on the link. The Columbus Blue Jackets. Really? To Wikipedia I went only to discover that they've been in existence since 2000. And they're the only team in the NHL never to have qualified for the Stanley Cup Playoffs, which if I'm not mistaken, is like saying they're the Detroit Lions or the Pittsburgh Pirates of the NHL. All I have to say is, wow.
For anyone who cares, I really don't like Duke. Though I can't help but respect Coach K.
And finally, I put to you this week's question. What's the big deal about the Michael Phelp's picture? Let me first anticipate those answers that the more conservative of you might give. It's illegal. And even worse, it's a gateway drug. Marijuana usage gives way to heroin or crack or meth or any number of illegal drug usage. The counterargument? Marijuana is less physically addictive than nicotine and alcohol (though arguably as or more psychologically addictive). The drug only acts as a gateway drug because of the stigma attached to it, and harms the body less than either cigarettes or alcohol. My thoughts? It was wrong, but not because it's a gateway drug or because it's illegal. Phelps apologized for his actions, meaning that he believed it to be against his better moral judgment. And if he did something that he deemed to be wrong, then he did wrong. If he didn't apologize, however, and took responsibility for his actions. defending them with sound arguments and good reason, then I'd listen. Because I don't think marijuana is inherently evil and that its users are bad people who always use riskier and deadlier drugs. I think marijuana is a drug with a stigma and that simply hasn't been marketed as effectively as tobacco and alcohol. But until education erases the attached stigma (perhaps never), I shall not partake because society deems my effectiveness as a professional and a mentor to be linked to my choices associated with the legality of substances in which I partake. Until then, all I can say is... Mmmm, beer.
There you have it sports fans. Real Yankees (and fake ones). The Cardinals loss of coordinators. The uselessness of the Pro Bowl. The Columbus Blue Jackets???? And gold winning marijuana use. Doesn't get much more exciting than that. Until next time, here's hoping all of you hit the bullseye.
Happy sporting...
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