Monday, 14-Apr-2003
Spurious
thoughts and idle musings from the sports week just past ...
Ain't no
flies on the Syracuse Carmelos who whipped up on yet another Big 12 team to win
the Big Dance last Monday night. And of
course in so doing they removed the very large primate resting upon long-time
coach Jim Boeheim's back. Not to take
anything away from the young and immensely gifted Orangemen but their free
throw defense won it for them. Jeez, the
way Kansas was clanking their freebies, you couldn't have blamed Roy Williams
for checking his bench to see if he had Ollie from "Hoosiers" to put
in. Twelve-for-30 kills you every time,
Coach.
Man, in
this day and age, you hafta work really hard to lose a publicity battle against
Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon. So
let's give it up to Dale Petroskey, the Baseball Hall of Fame's big cheese and
a former Reagan staffer, who last week nixed the Hall's upcoming 15-year
anniversary celebration of "Bull Durham" cause he's not too keen on
Nuke and Annie's liberal anti-war ways.
Petroskey even hinted that the vocal Hollywood couple "ultimately
could put our troops in even more danger". Well, maybe so but only if our troops are wearing bull mascot
uniforms and standing over by the bat rack.
The rose goes in the front, Dale.
A quote
for the ages ... "I could give a shit about North Carolina. I've got 13 kids in that locker room that I
love.". So said a livid Roy
Williams when asked by The Eye's Bonnie Bernstein if he was interested in the
vacant Tar Heel job. On live tube no
less which is really disappointing ... I mean, c'mon, Coach, you need to watch
your language. Yeah, okay, your
Jayhawks just lost a heartbreaker to The Cuse but that's no excuse for mixing
up your relative pronouns. It's not
"that I love". It's "who
I love". It's a very simple rule
... "That" is used for things and "who" is used for
people. It's as simple as hitting your
free throws.
Did
anyone notice that this year's NCAA Tournament started a week later than usual
??? I could be wrong but I don't think
there's ever been a champeenship game as late as April 7th before. Funny isn't it how the NCAA suits get their
neckties in a knot when talk of a college football playoff series comes up and
the "kids" might hafta miss some precious class time but nobody
utters Peep No. 1 when the b-ballers stretch their season out an extra
week. Nice try but we're on to you,
fellas.
Never
mess with The Mouse ... A painful lesson that a former Anaheim Angels employee
learned the hard way last week. Seems
that Phil Alger, a computer programmer for the Disney-owned world champs, tried
to auction off his $10,000 Series ring on eBay so he could ... gasp ... buy a
house. But the mousketeers who sign his
paychecks had required employees to ink agreements promising not to sell them and
so Phil found himself in the unemployment line ... Right alongside the several
thousand other employees Disney's laid off recently who didn't have rings for
sale.
No women,
no commercials and on Thursday in the rain, no golf either. But after cramming three rounds into two
long days, The Masters had a fairly normal Sunday finale. Normal, that is, if you consider a
leaderboard with no El Tigre to be normal.
Somehow though Mr Woods was mortal this weekend which left the door open
for Mike Weir, a left-handed Canadian, to join the Green Jacket Society. Good thing there are no French judges in
golf, eh ???
Just when
you think you've seen it all, along comes Richard Bloch. Who the hell is Richard Bloch, you ask
??? Richard Bloch is the arbitrator who
ruled last week that the J-E-T-S failed to match the terms of the five-year,
$7.95 million dollar free agent deal Danny Boy's Dead$kins offered to their
deluxe kick returner Chad Morton. And
so Morton is now a Skin. And New York
has absolutely no appeal. None
whatsoever. Not even if Richard Bloch
is a Washington Redskins season ticket holder.
Hard to believe, Harry.
Here's
something to make you feel good ... After 50 years of coaching, Wizards
assistant John Bach is finally retiring at age 77. Retiring with one helluva ride too as Patrick Ewing, himself a
Wiz assistant, and Be Like chipped in to buy Bach a brand new Rolls Royce. No truth to the rumor that Bach left the MCI
Center with Carolyn, the passed out prom queen, while looking for a pair of geek
friends to take his picture. John,
that's a Roll Royce. John, that's the
prom queen. John, you're a legend.
Let's
look at the big names in the new Basketball Hall of Fame class, shall we
??? First up is James "Two For
One" Worthy, winner of three Laker rings and 1989's NBA Man Of The
Year. Not to mention the Houston police
department's 1991 John Of The Year for soliciting not one but two undercover
cops for a little post-game sandwich.
Next up is Robert "Chief" Parrish, the legendary Methusaleh
who anchored the Celtics front line while setting records for most NBA games
played and most bong hits. Finally, we
have Meadowlark Lemon, arguably the most beloved Harlem Globetrotter of all
time. One outta three ain't bad, I
guess.
See ya
nexted week ...
Robert E Hunt Jr
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