As the NBA scene grows uncouth — last week, Warriors star and frequent fixture Draymond Green made a slick public performance after him. Assaulting a teammate – Commissioner Adam Silver continues to whistle past the landfill.
Silver appears unwilling to deal firmly or even casually with what is increasingly plaguing the NBA.
He brings to mind Silver’s mentor, the late NBA commissioner David Stern, who, during an interview with NBC’s Bob Costas, mocked the idea that jeering and trash talk inspire many on-court fights.
The following season, the NBA added anti-taunt rules to reduce the number of fights on the field.
Over the years, oh, 10 years, readers have let – much disregarded – know that they are no longer interested in the NBA, and no longer until they check the standings, as it has become a haven for selfish, concerned players, restless inner fans, and meaningless,” Music” streaming, games reduced to a 3-point barrage of basketball free.
And the dictated late-night NBA Finals became all too easy to ignore for those who once watched it as a conditional. People wouldn’t lose any sleep in the absence of the NBA Finals.
NBA-approved combined gambling on games and players—the NBA has two “official” gambling partners—can only do so much, inevitably, for so long.
Don’t rain on his charade.
In a humiliating public relations campaign to rid or reduce the supposedly large number of white supremacists, the NFL, under the direction of Commissioner Roger Goodell, selected the biggest stage in the league to promote every negative stereotype and self-enforcing reality that promotes and supports blacks. America in a devastating cultural reversal.
NFL, No better ideas again under Goodell, She chose Rihanna, whose popularity depends at least in part on its recordings, performances, and lyrics that Goodell would not repeat as unsuitable for him and him. But her representation was chosen as perfect for you and your business on Super Bowl Sunday.
Let’s examine Rihanna’s lyrics from a tune called “Needed Me”. Ready, Roger? The word edits are mine, not that they would have been printed otherwise:
“I was good on my own, that’s how it was, that was it
I was well down for a lackluster fk on some lackluster love.
What are you complaining about? …
You were just n — a last in the list of results
Try to fix your inner problems with a bad bitch
Didn’t they tell you I was a savage
F-k your white horse and chariot…”
And this is just a sample of her vulgar procession.
However, it’s Goodell’s latest pick to entertain the nation on Super Bowl Sunday. Follow the bouncing ball, Roge!
In the meantime, Goodell continues to have stenciled end areas pop up with conspicuously big words like “It Takes All of Us” and “End Racism.” Yes, he is a social activist.
Rex the wrong man for trying to teach civility
Rex Ryan sat there on ESPN tearing up The inhumanity that sent weary dolphins QB Tua Tagovailoa back into the match against Buffalo.. Sorry, you don’t treat humans that way, he said. His official announcement clip even appeared on NBC’s national news.
That’s the same Rex Ryan who, as the 2015 Bills coach, sent reserve full-back IK Enemkpali as his captain – but only for a coin flip before a game against the Jets, who coached Ryan the previous season.
Why Enkemkapali? As a jet-setter in 2014, QB and teammate Jeno Smith broke his jaw by hitting him on an unpaid debt. Just Coach Ryan’s way of saying “thank you”.
Now Ryan is human.
Fox’s NFL play man Joe Davis is the latest to refer to only specific ball handlers—receivers, running backs, and quarterbacks—as those who play “skill positions.”
Thus, the men of the offensive line, often the difference between winning and losing, must be “unskilled” players.
Davis probably watched the Patriots Packers game that followed last Sunday’s call for the Bears Giants. Had he paid attention, he would have seen that David Andrews, the ubiquitous unskilled bats veteran, was the most unskilled player on the field.
Last week, Astros manager Dusty Becker, ostensibly brought in to help purge the scandal-hit cheating squad, declared that Barry Bonds, not Aaron Judge, is the legitimate record holder for one season.
Baker told the Houston Chronicle:
“What I’ve seen Barry do, I don’t care what people say, I’ve been with him every day. They want to put an asterisk next to him, but the 73 who got past the fence didn’t have an asterisk on their side when they went over that fence regularly.”
Well, there is evidence that it was legit! saw them!
In Baker’s world, that means Judge 62 legitimately puts him in seventh place — behind Bonds, Sammy Sosa (66, 64, 63) and Mark McGuire (70, 65). Pathetic.
The fall of MLB madness
Post-season baseball, day one. The madness continues:
Phillies 6, Cardinals 3, on Friday, lost another playoff due to the irrational use that fuels analyzes and the abuse of Bullpens. Both teams tried to lose by pulling off effective starters for transient analgesics. As usual, only one succeeded. Don Larsen was not allowed to cast a third time in Brooklyn’s lineup.
The noiseless and thoughtful ESPN baseball analyst Doug Glanville—a Pennsylvania graduate, engineering degree—was very hard to hear throughout the first game of the Rays-Guardians on Friday. No one bothered to adjust their volume. TV neglect is common.
Kyle Schwarber, a 200-time MLB high and 0.218 this season, was out of Game 1 for Phils for cards, which is called the counter-intuitive. This is a great way to say, “I didn’t get it.” Schwarber went 0 for 4, hitting twice. Rhys Hoskins, who scored 169 times, finished 10th, shot in second, 0 for 5, and two K.
Jose Biing Mane: Cleveland star Jose Ramirez did his best to run and watch his two-run hurdles to mediate on one Friday, but only the ball cleared the homeowners’ yellow line.
Did ESPN really think that those who tuned in to watch Phils-Cards would turn a blind eye to live events to read and then think about a boxed graphic listing the previous eight pitches — speed and pitch type — thrown by Zach Wheeler? joint heads.
The Mets ditched their team’s colors—New York’s colors, too—to open the playoffs wearing black jerseys, an offense against baseball’s best local senses and unchanged tradition.
Sure, it looked as if Jose Quintana, the writer of the first card game, was yelling an expletive with every throw, but it wasn’t. He likely knew the Mets were watching, so he kept shouting, “Buck!”