The Return of Satellite Telephone Communications


Satellite phones are passe, of course. I use one most every day, but that's because I have special needs, and no, that does not require snickering. My special needs are my business, but if you must know, I'm at sea half of the year. I can't be bothered to learn how to use two phones, so I just use my satellite phone year round. It makes things easier for me, and that's what matters, you see.


I love gadgets and doodads, so this appealed to the inner techie in me:



AT&T Inc. plans to sell a satellite phone from TerreStar Corp. that can place calls even in the deep wilderness or at sea, the carrier said Wednesday. The TerreStar Genus phone, due in the first quarter of next year, will have all the features of a standard "smart" phone, including a touch screen, "QWERTY" keyboard, and the ability to use AT&T's ground-based wireless network. But it also will be able to connect to a TerreStar satellite for service in parts of North America where the cellular network doesn't reach, or when cell towers have been knocked out by disasters like hurricanes.

Dallas-based AT&T plans to market the phone first to business and government customers, and later to consumers. AT&T didn't disclose the price of the phone or the service. TerreStar has said before that it expects satellite calls to cost less than the roughly $1 per minute charged by existing satphone services like Iridium and Globalstar. Their phones are bulkier and lack the smart-phone capabilities of TerreStar's device, but have wider coverage. Iridium covers the whole world.

To connect to TerreStar's satellite, the phone will need a clear view of the southern sky, which means it will be difficult to use indoors.



I'm always leaning out from under things to get a better signal--this is no hardship for me. I love the idea of a QWERTY keyboard as well--it would make telling my son which hotties to post and what to say to the neighbors much easier to spell out.

Monta Ellis is the Next Stephon Marbury


He may be worse than Marbury, if that's possible:

Stephen Curry is about as fresh-faced as a NBA rookie can be.

The 21-year old is soft-spoken and thoughtful. His lone tattoo, discreetly inked on the inside of his left wrist, is the motto of Davidson, the small college he guided to the Elite Eight in 2008. "T.C.C.": Trust, Commitment, Care.

Curry might want to look into laser tattoo removal because he's a Warrior now. And "Trust, Commitment, Care" is most certainly not in the Warriors' vocabulary.

At Curry's first NBA media day on Monday, the Warriors dysfunction -- their lack of trust, commitment void and utter carelessness as a franchise -- was on full display. It wouldn't be a new Warriors season without more drama from the NBA's most inept franchise. And, right on schedule, the Warriors are delivering.

Curry spoke with excitement about the potential of pairing in the Warriors backcourt with Monta Ellis. He described the possibility of a "very explosive duo."

But a few minutes later, Ellis appeared and dropped this gem: he can't play with Curry.

"Can't," Ellis said. "Just can't."

When told that the Warriors brass was contemplating exactly such a backcourt, Ellis said, "They say they can. But they can't. I just want to win. And you're not going to win that way."

The Warriors rarely win, of course. Last season derailed before it ever began when Ellis -- the player the Warriors had decided to build around -- went for a moped ride and ripped up his ankle. Ellis missed much of the season and the team threatened to void his $66 million contract.

Ellis is such a brilliant basketball mind that he knows what combination of players will win? He definitely needs to be named head coach, then.

This kind of thing is standard in the NBA. The only thing you can count on is that there will be more head games, and the first thirty or so games of the season will be played at half-speed in a lot of arenas, with a lot of flashy nothing and a lot of bricks taken against players who aren't bothering to defend.

A New Low For the Washington Redskins


Does this team even stand a chance of finishing above .500 this season?
After a promising 6-2 start to his rookie season in Washington last year, Zorn is 3-8 and his Redskins (1-2) look like the clear-cut last place team in the hyper-competitive NFC East for the second year in a row. Losing to Detroit just gives Redskins owner Daniel Snyder all the motivation he needs to be the first one to pick up the phone to try to get a Mike Shanahan, Bill Cowher or a Jon Gruden to sign on the dotted line. This much we know: Zorn's players certainly didn't look like they were playing to save their coach's job Sunday at Ford Field.

We're not predicting that Snyder would entice anyone with a Super Bowl ring on their finger to town to take over his team in an interim situation, but you can't like Zorn's chances to last much longer after a game in which his Redskins were at one point getting dominated by the NFL's lovable losers. The Lions led 13-0 at the half, and held advantages of 274-94 in total yards and 16-6 in first downs. Washington played better in the second half, but not well enough to pin a 20th consecutive loss on Detroit.

When you throw in Tony Dungy, Mike Holmgren and Brian Billick, that's an available coaching talent pool that represents seven of the most recent 13 Super Bowl winners, and four of this decade's nine Super Bowl champs thus far. It's going to undoubtedly tempt some owners to act, rather than take the risk of not getting their first choices when it comes to picking through that elite litter.

The Rams and Raiders both canned their head coaches after four games last season, with St. Louis at 0-4 under Scott Linehan and Oakland 1-3 under Lane Kiffin. San Francisco waited until seven games were in the books to dismiss Mike Nolan last year, but the 2-5 49ers at least responded to interim coach Mike Singletary, going 5-4 in the season's final nine games. Oakland's Tom Cable also bucked the usual fate of the interim coach, earning the opportunity to lead the Raiders into the 2009 season by going 4-8 in his 12-game run.

Will those results perhaps encourage other teams to go the early dismissal route this year in an effort to salvage their seasons? Maybe, maybe not. But Zorn certainly moved to the front of the firing line with Sunday's result. Despite offense being his specialty, Zorn hasn't fixed the Redskins lack of production, or come anywhere near developing Jason Campbell into the franchise quarterback he was drafted to be.

Sins of that nature usually end up costing head coaches their jobs. Zorn, who Snyder hired last year despite him not even having experience as an NFL coordinator, looks like he's in position to be the first one to go this season. Whether it happens this week, next week or sometime after that, the outcome no longer appears in doubt in Washington.

The reason why Zorn could hold on to his job is chemistry--he likely has better chemistry with the ownership team than someone like Steve Spurrier did. The team chemistry doesn't matter--that's overrated anyway. This is not a team that can come up with points and win.

In fairness, some NFL team was going to lose to Detroit this season. Detroit is no where near as awful as it was last year. But what defines your season is being the team to finally give up a game to the Lions, and no one wanted to have that distinction. This season, the Redskins are just awful enough to have earned that distinction, and I don't know that it is all on the coach.

Yes, Yes we can have diversity and not go crazy


Still not good enough:
A new study found that the NFL has improved its hiring practices to increase diversity.

The league received an overall B grade in the report released Thursday by The Institute for Diversity and Ethics in Sport at the University of Central Florida. It earned an A- for racial hiring practices and a C on gender hiring practices. Those are the highest grades the NFL has received from the institute over the years.

"We are making progress, but we are certainly not content," NFL spokesman Greg Aiello said. "We know we can do better and we are committed to improving."

The study analyzed data provided by the league on the racial breakdown of players and coaches and the racial and gender breakdown of team and NFL management and other officials.

The institute had not issued the league a grade on gender since it received a D+ in 2004 because the NFL had not provided the data. The league started providing data again this year.

Any hiring system needs to be fair, transparent, and open to all. That the NFL still needs to be watched and monitored is a sad enough fact of life; that there are people who would decry such a system is a tragedy. You cannot change things for the better without making the playing field level. Think of the coaches we would not have right now if someone hadn't decided to do something to fix the broken system.

Why Do I Love Stories About Lasers?

A Laser is Fired Into Space (Tom Zagwodzki/Goddard Space Flight Center)


This kind of thing makes me giddy:



...since launching the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter, they've [the Goddard Space Center in Maryland] been firing a laser across 250,000 miles of space, hitting the minivan-sized LRO as it orbits the moon at nearly 3,600 miles per hour. It's no lucky shot either; they do it 28 times per second.


But perhaps even more impressive is the accuracy of the information the laser gathers. The Goddard laser is the first laser ranging effort to extend beyond low earth orbit, and it is able to measure the range of the LRO to within four inches. The microwave stations that are also tracking the LRO, by comparison, have a margin of error of about 65 feet. The accuracy provided by the lasers in turn allows researchers to know exactly where the LRO is in space, a critical component for creating accurate maps of the moon's surface.


The fundamentals behind the laser ranging are actually quite simple. A telescope on the ground at Goddard fires one-way laser pulses across space to the LRO. When the laser gets there, the LRO makes a record of each contact and sends it back to earth via its radio telemetry link. After that, good old-fashioned arithmetic is used to calculate the distance to LRO based on how long it takes the pulse to reach it.



Using this to map the lunar surface sounds like a waste of time--unless you care about science and innovation. This may not seem like all that, but it really is a good thing that we are seeing some success in our space program. Scientific innovation, which can lead to new products for us here on Earth, should be encouraged.

The Great One Ends His Coaching Career



The ownership struggles of the Phoenix Coyotes proved to be too much for The Great One:

Wayne Gretzky has stepped down as head coach and director of hockey operations of a Phoenix Coyotes franchise that remains dogged by its unsettled ownership situation.

Gretzky, who is also a minority owner of the team, made the announcement on his Web site Thursday. His departure had been rumored as the bankruptcy court battle between Canadian billionaire Jim Balsillie and the NHL over the sale of the financially troubled team dragged on.

"This was a difficult decision that I've thought long and hard about," Gretzky said in a statement posted on his site. "We all hoped there would be a resolution earlier this month to the Coyotes ownership situation, but the decision is taking longer than expected.

Having compiled a winning percentage of, ballpark, .473 or so, Gretzky didn't wow anyone with his coaching results, and he certainly didn't help himself, public-relations wise with some of his dealings as a coach, but is it fair to say he's done as a coach? Or does he have one more chance with another club, one that he, preferably, isn't tied to through a minority ownership deal?

There are no victory laps in baseball


Don't denigrate the legacy of Bobby Cox:
Bobby Cox will manage the Braves one more season, taking a farewell tour, maybe even a victory tour. There is finality. There is an endgame. Cox's tenure with the Braves will end with dignity, which is the only proper way.

One more year After much speculation, the Braves have announced that longtime manager Bobby Cox will step down after the completion of the 2010 season.
No, Cox was not at his best this season, but I doubt that any manager could have led the offensively challenged Braves to the playoffs. He will come back re-energized, armed with one of the league's best rotations and excited by the Braves' next wave of young talent, led by outfielder Jason Heyward.

My fear in recent days was that Cox's departure was going to come too suddenly, somehow turn ugly. Cox, 68, does not enjoy the same relationship with general manager Frank Wren that he did with the Braves' previous GM, John Schuerholz. But however frustrated Wren might be with Cox, he was not going to fire him. This call was Cox's, had to be Cox's. There could be no other resolution.

Players come and go, even Hall of Fame players such as John Smoltz or Tom Glavine. But Cox, who has been with the Braves as a manager or GM in all but four seasons since 1978, is an institution, one of the best baseball men on the planet. Even if he is not the manager he once was, he needs to be treated with the respect he has earned.

Bobby Cox is not coming back to manage the Atlanta Braves because he wants or deserves a "victory lap" or a "quiet exit from the game with dignity." That's not what baseball is about.

Bobby Cox announced his departure from the team. Until then, it is expected that they would compete and try to win every game they could. Atlanta's failure to make the post-season means that the club, and Bobby Cox especially, are going to make trades, make changes, and try to reverse the direction that the club is going.

Don't call it a victory lap--that denigrates what this man was about. He's going to come back next season and work his ass off and try to win, same as any other season. He doesn't need charity. He needs good starting pitchers and someone who can hit National League East pitching.

UPDATE: This is more in line with what should have been said...
After 50 years in baseball, Bobby Cox figured the only way he would ever give up managing was to pick a specific time and announce it publicly.
So that's what he did Wednesday, revealing his plans to retire as manager of the Atlanta Braves after next season.
Now comes the hard part: sticking to it.
"There is a little bit of relief once you come to grips with announcing it," Cox said. "I've never lost the love to manage, period. But you have to make a decision. At my age, you have to make a decision. Somebody a little younger can start up."
The 68-year-old Cox, a four-time Manager of the Year, agreed to a one-year contract extension for 2010, the Braves announced before Wednesday night's game against the New York Mets. He will start a five-year consulting agreement to advise the team in baseball operations after he steps down as manager.
"I'll believe it when I see it," Braves slugger Chipper Jones said.
During an illustrious career on the bench, Cox has guided Atlanta to 14 consecutive postseason appearances (1991-2005) and the 1995 World Series title.
"They asked me to come back, and I said I would do it for one more year, and we'll announce the retirement along with it. It's the only way I think I'm ever going to walk away from the game, is to go ahead and say I'm going to, and then I've got to," Cox said. "There's no turning back now — win, lose or draw. Whatever happens next year is going to be it."

Carl Jung and the Red Book


This is one of the most compelling things I've read in a good long while:



This is a story about a nearly 100-year-old book, bound in red leather, which has spent the last quarter century secreted away in a bank vault in Switzerland. The book is big and heavy and its spine is etched with gold letters that say “Liber Novus,” which is Latin for “New Book.” Its pages are made from thick cream-colored parchment and filled with paintings of otherworldly creatures and handwritten dialogues with gods and devils. If you didn’t know the book’s vintage, you might confuse it for a lost medieval tome.


And yet between the book’s heavy covers, a very modern story unfolds. It goes as follows: Man skids into midlife and loses his soul. Man goes looking for soul. After a lot of instructive hardship and adventure — taking place entirely in his head — he finds it again.


Some people feel that nobody should read the book, and some feel that everybody should read it. The truth is, nobody really knows. Most of what has been said about the book — what it is, what it means — is the product of guesswork, because from the time it was begun in 1914 in a smallish town in Switzerland, it seems that only about two dozen people have managed to read or even have much of a look at it.


Of those who did see it, at least one person, an educated Englishwoman who was allowed to read some of the book in the 1920s, thought it held infinite wisdom — “There are people in my country who would read it from cover to cover without stopping to breathe scarcely,” she wrote — while another, a well-known literary type who glimpsed it shortly after, deemed it both fascinating and worrisome, concluding that it was the work of a psychotic.


So for the better part of the past century, despite the fact that it is thought to be the pivotal work of one of the era’s great thinkers, the book has existed mostly just as a rumor, cosseted behind the skeins of its own legend — revered and puzzled over only from a great distance.



The whole thing is fascinating. And I found Miss Sara Corbett to be an excellent guide along the way.

Nuts Doesn't Work in the NBA



Continuing his descent into farce, madness and irrelevance, Los Angeles Times columnist Bill Plaschke throws the chessboard into the air and comes down on the side of praising the signing of Ron Artest with the Lakers.

Normally, phony outrage would be the order of the day. Or some lengthy screed about chemistry, and focus, and a misplaced metaphor featuring a concentrating Michael Jordan as a space wizard who finds his missing space paladin when Dennis Rodman falls from the sky in a magical jumping uniform with lots of feathers and bright colors. I didn't expect praise:
So did you hear the latest from my new best friend, Ron Artest?

Here I was, worried he would upset the Lakers' delicate championship chemistry, cause all sorts of ugly distractions, then he shows up for a promotional appearance in San Diego on Monday and the opposite happens.

Artest was so certifiably loony, he made me momentarily forget about the current Lakers crisis.

That being, of course, what sort of wedding gift does one buy Lamar Odom and Khloe Kardashian?

How about two sets of strong hands to shake them both while you shout, "What are you doing?"

Is there enough room under the Lakers' baskets for all the paparazzi? Does Vanessa Bryant really need the competition?

But back to Artest. My new best friend showed up in San Diego and made me scratch my head so hard I forgot all about Lamar and Whatshername.

We know Artest is crazy. But, it turns out, maybe it's a good crazy.

No, there's no good crazy in the NBA. Dennis Rodman wasn't crazy; Dennis Rodman acted crazy, looked crazy, but showed up every night knowing how to play the game of basketball. Ron Artest barely knows how to put on shoes.

In team sports, the bigger the team, the easier it is to absorb weirdos and freaks. Baseball and hockey teams are just the right size--they can absorb them for a while, but your various freaky-deaky players can't hide from management or the fans on those clubs, and so they're exposed and gotten rid of, as well they should. Football teams are big enough to absorb things like wide receievers and kickers. You can have those players on your team for years and never have to deal with them.

The NBA, being the only small team major sport that matters, features only a handful of roles. There is the man--and there can only be one, perhaps two if you're San Antonio or Boston. There are the players who start every night, and don't have to worry about not starting because they have guaranteed minutes, and those are the 2, 3, 4, and 5 slots on the team. Then there's the 6, 7, and 8 slots, and those are the players who live on the bubble, fighting for minutes. The 9, 10, and sometimes the 11 slots on the roster that are filled by players who are either coming up or leaving the league, usually by the end of the season. The 12th man on the roster is the charity case or the lone weirdo, or perhaps some foreign player no one can figure out how to deport. You can't hide a fraud on an NBA roster, even if you're playing in Memphis or Atlanta. There are too many good players out there who are scrambling to get into the league.

Los Angeles doesn't need Ron Artest. Ron Artest just hasn't figured out how to get himself kicked out of the NBA yet.

Roger Clemens is the Douchebag Who Won't Give Up



Some people just don't know when they've been humiliated and discredited:
Roger Clemens has filed an appeal of his dismissed defamation suit against Brian McNamee.

Clemens filed a notice Friday with the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals to review the decisions of U.S. District Judge Keith P. Ellison, who threw out most of Clemens' case in February and dismissed the remainder of the suit Aug. 28.

The seven-time Cy Young Award winner sued his former personal trainer in Texas state court in January 2008, a month after McNamee's accusations against the pitcher were published in the Mitchell Report. The suit was moved a month later to federal court in Houston.

I would say that there's very little hope that the case will be heard the way that Clemens and his legal team want it to be heard. It's a defamation suit where there is overwhelming evidence that the person claiming to have been defamed has no credibility. The law could ignore the facts, and give Clemens his day in court, but even if he were to climb the mountain and win, who's to say the judgement wouldn't be one brand new spanking dollar bill? There's no sympathy to be found in a jury; Clemens would be insane to put his hopes on a jury.
McNamee claimed in the Mitchell Report that he injected Clemens with steroids and human growth hormone at least 16 times in 1998, 2000 and 2001. He also sued Clemens for defamation on July 31 in federal court in Brooklyn, N.Y.

Clemens said McNamee's statements, which the trainer also repeated to Sports Illustrated's Web site, were "untrue and defamatory."

Clemens and McNamee repeated their conflicting claims last year to a congressional committee, which then asked the Justice Department to launch a probe into whether the pitcher lied. A federal grand jury in Washington has been investigating Clemens.

By and large, Clemens is now an outcast, similar in a lot of ways to Rafael Palmiero, Mark McGwire, and Barry Bonds. The four of them were all big-name athletes, with endorsements, fans and All-Star game appearances to go along with being loved and cheered every day.

How does it mess with your head to lose all of that, and lose it by having all of your lies exposed for the world to see? In the case of Roger Clemens, it has left him thinking he can write his own facts and make people do whatever he wants them to do. He is acting like a deranged control freak, but, this time, the courts don't care. His douchebaggery is now in the public record. Somewhere, Jon Gosselin must be smiling, because if Clemens is in the news, it means a handful of people are making douchebag comments about Clemens and not about him.

Benchwarming Scrub Says Something Stupid on Twitter? What a Shock



Robert Henson is the genius on the left...

Media professionals and public relations workers all throughout the NFL--and the other sports as well--need to solve their Twitter problem, ASAP:
On Sunday afternoon, Robert Henson was a mostly unknown reserve linebacker for the Washington Redskins, a first-year player who had never played in an NFL game and was best known for being the son-in-law of television pastor T.D. Jakes.

By Sunday evening, a few hours after Washington's unsightly 9-7 win against the St. Louis Rams, Henson had taken up an online battle against a segment of disgruntled Redskins fans, calling them disloyal "dim-wits" who "work 9 to 5 at McDonalds."

Almost immediately, Henson became one of the anti-heroes of a game he had watched from the sideline, doused with criticism and insults on sports-talk radio shows and Internet message boards. And by Monday afternoon, Henson sheepishly exited the team's Ashburn training facility, accompanied by several team spokesmen, to apologize for a Twitter-enabled diatribe against fans that provided him his first moment of NFL fame.

"This is exciting," one television reporter joked.

"No it's not," Henson said. "It's the negative kind of media you don't want."

It was also a particularly 2009-vintage media storm, fueled by the pent-up frustrations of Redskins fans and the temptations of Twitter. The Redskins haven't hosted a playoff game in this decade, and have yet to score 30 points in 18 games under Coach Jim Zorn. Hosts on the radio station owned by Redskins owner Daniel Snyder openly speculated about Zorn's successor on Monday, and one of the team's official radio analysts, legendary quarterback Sonny Jurgensen, told Zorn during a postgame interview that he would have disobeyed one of his play calls. The team was booed throughout Sunday's win, including during the game's final moments, a time when victorious home fans are more frequently whooping than whistling.

Anything that gets your name in the papers is a good thing, right?

Well, maybe not. Invoking the paternalistic outrage of a dying, irrelevant cadre of sports writers comes at a time when we just haven't quite kicked them to the curb. Ever been to Washington D.C.? Well, the most ignorant thing about Henson's diatribe is this--no one who works at McDonald's could ever afford the pricey tickets, jerseys, and costs of actually sitting in the stands at Fed-Ex field for more than one or two games a season, so they're really not the ones booing. The Washington Redskins require one thing--money--and the fans MUST supply that money, and they must do so without ever having the benefit of seeing their team succeed. Don't get me wrong--the entire NFL is a license to print money. The difference is, the New York Giants fans actually get to see success. The Redskins fans don't.

Never mind that Henson was right--the Redskins fans deserve what they get, which is abuse and the back of the hand from an organization that prints money and gives them a substandard product. However, in defense of the Redskins--they're 1-1 and it's not even week three yet--what are you complaining about? Sure, they have idiot players who do things like throw the American flag on the ground--so what? It's not like the fans are going to stop buying home and away and vintage jerseys, right?

Wise up, Redskins fans, and start putting paper bags over your head, or, better yet, quit spending so damned much money to reward failure. Perhaps the Redskins really should play a home game in front of thirty or forty thousand Steeler or Eagle fans--what would be the harm in sending that message to the organization?

Your chances of having a viable team to root for diminish every day that Daniel Snyder is allowed to escape financial accountability for the terrible way he has run the team. The only way to change that is to stop handing him wads of bills every week.

Burying a Mighty Big Lede


This story from the Washington Post commits a rather egregious bit of journalistic malpractice--burying the lede. In this case, what should have been the focus of the entire story is found on the fourth page of the website version of this article. That it carries the byline of Bob Woodward should shock no one--he's been given the unenviable task of officially leaking what it is the military really thinks.


The focus of the story, to be fair, was the non-surprising development that arrived with a sober assessment by General Stanley McChrystal--he wants more troops or the mission will fail. Who hasn't seen that coming? How is that news?


This, on the other hand, should be explained to the American people as clearly and succinctly as possible:



Overall, McChrystal provides this conclusion about the enemy: "The insurgents control or contest a significant portion of the country, although it is difficult to assess precisely how much due to a lack of ISAF presence. . . . "


The insurgents make money from the production and sale of opium and other narcotics, but the assessment says that "eliminating insurgent access to narco-profits -- even if possible, and while disruptive -- would not destroy their ability to operate so long as other funding sources remained intact."


While the insurgency is predominantly Afghan, McChrystal writes that it "is clearly supported from Pakistan. Senior leaders of the major Afghan insurgent groups are based in Pakistan, are linked with al Qaeda and other violent extremist groups, and are reportedly aided by some elements of Pakistan's ISI," which is its intelligence service. Al-Qaeda and other extremist movements "based in Pakistan channel foreign fighters, suicide bombers, and technical assistance into Afghanistan, and offer ideological motivation, training, and financial support."



Just to recap--the Taliban insurgency controls part of Afghanistan, it makes a lot of money from selling opium, we can't stop that, and, oh by the way, Pakistan is their lifeline. Pakistan is their safe haven. Pakistan is where al Qaeda continues to launch efforts to kill Americans in Afghanistan.


This part made the front page, but is buried a little further down than it should be:



The assessment offers an unsparing critique of the failings of the Afghan government, contending that official corruption is as much of a threat as the insurgency to the mission of the International Security Assistance Force, or ISAF, as the U.S.-led NATO coalition is widely known.


"The weakness of state institutions, malign actions of power-brokers, widespread corruption and abuse of power by various officials, and ISAF's own errors, have given Afghans little reason to support their government," McChrystal says.



It really is Vietnam all over again. The Viet Cong maintained control of the countryside, made money from drugs, and found safe haven in neighboring countries. For political reasons, the U.S. had to refrain from doing everything that it could to "win" the war, and was pilloried for bombing Cambodia. The government was so corrupt, it had no legitimacy in the eyes of the people.


And, oh by the way, your loved ones fighting this war? Forget about their lives. The countless millions spent to find them vehicles to keep them safe are the problem, you see:



The general says his command is "not adequately executing the basics" of counterinsurgency by putting the Afghan people first. "ISAF personnel must be seen as guests of the Afghan people and their government, not an occupying army," he writes. "Key personnel in ISAF must receive training in local languages."


He also says that coalition forces will change their operational culture, in part by spending "as little time as possible in armored vehicles or behind the walls of forward operating bases." Strengthening Afghans' sense of security will require troops to take greater risks, but the coalition "cannot succeed if it is unwilling to share risk, at least equally, with the people."



That's all well and good. Here's the problem, however. In order to get more linguists, the military needs more of those really smart but weird kids who have the aptitude to learn foreign languages. Unfortunately, smart and weird means that they may have some ambiguous sexual preferences and may engage in some behavior that is undesirable for a staid, stuffy military. They need to fix that. Then they have to explain to the American people why their loved ones are being asked to get out of the vehicles we've spent years waiting for so that they can be blown to pieces by an enemy that will exploit each and every one of their weaknesses.


So, just to recap--the Taliban are being supported out of Pakistan, they get their money from selling drugs, there's nothing we can do about it, the Afghan government is corrupt, and we need more troops. And, when we send those troops to Afghanistan, we're going to make them walk around in the open so that they can share the risks of the Afghan people and die faster.


If George W. Bush were President, liberals would be screaming right now. Instead, the Democrat Party has bought off the left, promising millions to them to shut their mouths about this insanity. And I'm a goddamned racist because I think President Obama is making a huge mistake here. Welcome to American political discourse, Fall 2009. Get your swag bag of goodies on your way out the door.


So much for running to the right of Senator McCain.

Milton Bradley Screws Himself Over Again



Must be what the kids call a "character flaw" or something:

Milton Bradley's season is finished. Perhaps his days with the Chicago Cubs are, too.

The Cubs suspended their volatile outfielder for the rest of the season Sunday, one day after he criticized the team in a newspaper interview.

Bradley was disciplined for conduct detrimental to the team. General manager Jim Hendry said he decided to send Bradley home after learning of the player's remarks in the (Arlington Heights) Daily Herald of Illinois. Bradley, scratched from Saturday's lineup with a sore left knee, was quoted as saying "you understand why they haven't won in 100 years here."

Bradley has two years remaining on a three-year, $30 million contract that he signed as a free agent last offseason. Hendry said he doesn't know if the relationship can be salvaged.

"The last few days became too much for me to tolerate," Hendry said. "I just decided late last night that's what I was going to do, and I didn't give it a lot of thought what's going to transpire moving forward."

There's nothing wrong with going out and paying too much money for a head case--Manny Ramirez suddenly felt a breeze on his shoulder and when he reached up to touch his ear, he drew his hand back immediately, feeling the hot burn of being mentioned by the one millionth sports fan/blogger/lameass who notes his tendency to be an overpaid head case from time to time. You have to try to get one who will help your team. That's the tricky part, and there are a lot of teams who would have pulled the trigger on Bradley, hence his ridiculous salary.

A large part of the problem stems from the fact that Bradley cannot cope with being a professional baseball player:

In the newspaper story, Bradley also was quoted as saying the team did not have a "positive environment." He said he didn't know if he'd be back next season.

"I need a stable, healthy, enjoyable environment," Bradley told the newspaper. "There's too many people everywhere in your face with a microphone asking the same questions repeatedly.

"Everything is just bashing you. It's just negativity."

It's as if he's a babe in the woods, isn't it? He needs to be coddled and kissed and treated like something he is not, which is valuable and essential for a team to win. The Cubs are, pretty much, done for the season anyway. They are 8.5 back in the wild card and are looking up at the Cardinals, who have a commanding 11 game lead in the division.

Bradley was a piece that didn't fit. But for a few business moves here and there, he'd be imploding somewhere else. The Cubs will be fine--the best thing they can do is hang on to Lou Piniella. Any manager that can get to September with Milton Bradley without killing him outright is a man who can handle the game of baseball.

So Fire Pete Carroll, Then



Success breeds a kind of insanity in sports. No matter how good you are, and no matter how far you bring a franchise, there will always be sports writers who cannot accept anything less than absolute dominance and success in a sport where you can count yourself lucky winning a national title once per generation:
USC's 16-13 loss at Washington would be shocking if stuff like this didn't happen so often after big wins over Ohio State.

Side note: As USC was returning home after "the Mistake by the Lake," the last school to defeat USC in a regular-season nonconference game, Kansas State, was playing UCLA at the Rose Bowl.

For you history buffs: USC lost at Kansas State, 27-20, on Sept. 21, 2002, three games deep into Coach Pete Carroll's second season.

The only out-of-league game the Trojans have lost since came against Texas in the 2005 season national championship game.

From 2002 to now, USC's failure to handle unranked Pacific 10 Conference opponents in the Carroll era has cost the Trojans possible national titles in 2006, 2007, 2008 and . . . 2009?

and:
Six of USC's eight defeats in Pac-10 play since 2002 have come against unranked teams. The exceptions: Washington State was No. 17 when it won in 2002 and Oregon was No. 5 two years ago when it won in Eugene.

Somebody on a micro-blog summed it up by tweeting that USC needs to stop scheduling unranked opponents.

Of course, that would mean opting out of the Pac-10

The untimely defeats, plus one play in the Texas game, have cost USC the almost unthinkable opportunity to have won six consecutive national titles.

Oh, my heart breaks for you! As a Princeton Football supporter, I'm so heartbroken for poor USC.

Bill Plaschke writes it up like the clown he truly is:
After another one of those avoidable upset losses that now threaten to overtake his sparkling resume like a giant mustard stain, Carroll's accountability was admirable.

Everything else he did -- or didn't do -- plain stunk.

The Trojans lost to a 21-point underdog after leading by 10 points after two possessions.

The Trojans lost to a team with a rookie head coach that had just finished losing 15 straight games.

The Trojans lost their focus, their common sense and their cool in a game that seemed to strip Carroll of even his suntan.

"It's amazing, just amazing," said Huskies linebacker Donald Butler.

Don't blame this on the fact that USC was playing without starting quarterback Matt Barkley, because it still out-gained Washington.

Yes, fire Pete Carroll. Fire him, immediately. Everyone knows that when you only score 13 points, without your starting quarterback, the only thing that matters is yardage from the line of scrimmage, not actual points on the board, as a statistic measuring whether the team should have won. Pete Carroll is the devil, of course. He is worse than Hitler. He may well be Hitler, you see, and USC cannot risk having Hitler coach this team. He must be run out of USC on a rail. He must be banished from all things USC. He is clearly a loser, and anyone else that USC can get will obviously take the team to seven or eight uncontested national titles in a row.

Here's the absolute truth--a great football team got beaten. End of story. Happens all the time. Pete Carroll knows what he has to do to improve his team, and none of the sportswriters have an answer. They just have an ill-informed bitch.

So, What is a Balk, Anyway?



[I'm re-posting this piece, noticed that it was still relevant as we head into the final stretch before October...]

I was going to write about how bad Tim McCarver is as an analyst. I watched the New York-Boston game today. As a player stepped up and dropped a sacrifice bunt that advanced, I believe, Robinson Cano to third, McCarver said something to the effect of "that was a good bunt." While it did advance the runner, the bunt was anything but a "good bunt." It bounced off the plate and the catcher caught it, on the bounce, about three feet in front of home plate. Anyone slower on the second base than Cano and it's probably a double play.

Anyway, Tim McCarver is a grade A moron who needs remedial training in baseball. I don't know why that bothered me so much today.

A simmering feud between Minnesota Twins Manager Ron Gardenhire and a baseball umpire flared up today as well:
Twins' manager Ron Gardenhire addressed comments made by umpire Hunter Wendelstedt after Wendelstedt ejected Gardenhire in the second inning of Friday night's game. One of the subjects of contention was Tiger pitcher Armando Galarraga 's move to first, which Gardenhire said was a balk. ''I would challenge (Gardenhire) to sit down and watch the replays,'' Wendelstedt said in published reports. ''Because he was wrong. ... I'm going to invite him to my umpire school. If he wants to learn what a balk is, he can come down in January to umpire school and we'll teach him.'' Gardenhire's reply before the game on Saturday was: ''If he'll agree to take the chances over, I'll go with him.'' Gardenhire and Wendelstedt have had problems in the past.

That's some smack talk we can believe in, sir.

Was it a balk? Who knows for certain? The balk rule is very open ended. Here's what can constitute a balk:
With a runner on base and the pitcher on or astride (with one leg on each side of) the rubber, it is a balk when the pitcher:

switches his pitching position from the windup to the set (or vice versa) without properly disengaging the rubber;
while on the rubber, makes a motion associated with his pitch and does not complete the delivery;
when going from the stretch to the set position, fails to make a complete stop with his hands together before beginning to pitch;
throws from the rubber to a base without stepping toward (gaining distance in the direction of) that base;
throws or feints a throw from the rubber to an unoccupied base, unless a play is imminent;
steps or feints from the rubber to first base without completing the throw;
pitches a quick return, that is, delivers with the intent to catch the batter off-guard or defenseless;
pitches or mimics a part of his pitching motion while not in contact with the rubber;
drops the ball while on the rubber, even if by accident, if the ball does not subsequently cross a foul line;
while intentionally walking a batter, or at any other time, releases a pitch while the catcher is out of his box with one or both feet; this is rarely called, though, especially on an intentional walk;
unnecessarily delays the game;
pitches while facing away from the batter;
after bringing his hands together on the rubber, separates them except in making a pitch or a throw;
stands on or astride the rubber without the ball, or mimics a pitch without the ball; or
throws to first when the first baseman, because of his distance from the base, is unable to make a play on the runner there.


Yeah, that's easy to sort out. Cut and dried.

This Outlaw Bikers Headline Makes Me Wonder


Journalistic malpractice is alive and well:



26 outlaw bikers crash on Oregon freeway


Report: 2 gang members are seriously injured in collision on Interstate 5



msnbc.com staff and news service reports

updated 35 minutes ago

 


WILSONVILLE, Ore. - More than two dozen motorcycles crashed on a freeway in Oregon on Friday, blocking traffic for hours, police said.


Oregon State Police said the bikers were behind a car when traffic unexpectedly slowed in the northbound lanes on Interstate 5.


The collision sent bikes scattering across the road, near Wilsonville, south of Portland.


Lt. Mike Towner, of Tualatin Valley Fire & Rescue, said emergency crews arrived at the scene to find “ordered mayhem.”


The Oregonian reported that two bikers with critical injuries were flown to Portland hospitals by helicopter. The newspaper said the incident, which involved 26 bikers, backed up traffic for about 7 miles.


Rescue personnel said seven other people were treated for shoulder and hip injuries and broken bones.


Most of the victims belonged to the Brother Speed motorcycle club, officials said. The Oregonian reported that the group is identified by the state's Department of Justice as an outlaw biker gang.



Now, I don't know about you, but I am concerned when an "outlaw biker gang" does anything in public. By definition then, these men and their old ladies should be in jail, correct? There's nothing in the story that suggests that the police took any of the "outlaw bikers" into custody. Just because a state agency calls them outlaws doesn't mean that that is a term that should be used to label a group of people who may have been out observing the law and had a misfortune. How about we call them "enthusiasts" in lieu of "outlaw" until we know that all of the members are convicted felons?


As to the question of who is, and who is not, a "badass." As someone who is a badass, by definition, you cannot be a badass if you have to tout your badassery by running afoul of the state Attorney General's office. Real badasses fly under the radar. Wannabes spend all of their running around money on lawyers and court costs. That's how that works.


If the journalists had spent a bit of time looking into this claim, rather than merely being stenographers who take down what the bureaucrats spew, they might have learned this:



OREGON EVENTS


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How many outlaws have a website where they advertise a Spring Oyster feed and try to organize a defense fund for someone they feel has been accused wrongly of breaking the law? The website is obviously out of date, but still. These are some very organized "outlaws."


For historical context, wikipedia will suffice:



An outlaw motorcycle club is a type of motorcycle club that is part of a subculture with roots in the post-WWII USA, centered on cruiser motorcycles, particularly Harley-Davidsons and choppers, and a set of ideals celebrating freedom, nonconformity to mainstream culture, and loyalty to the biker group. The word outlaw carries a specific meaning which does not imply criminal intent, but rather means the club is not sanctioned by the American Motorcyclist Association(AMA) and does not adhere to the AMA's rules, but instead, generally, the club enforces a set of bylaws on its members that derive from the values of the outlaw biker culture. Related to the term outlaw is one percenter, which is also derived from the historical rejection of the AMA and what it represents. Many motorcycle gangs which are considered to be criminal organizations by law enforcement authorities call themselves outlaw motorcycle clubs or one percenters and participate in that subculture, but their actions do not represent all outlaw clubs.


There are non-outlaw groups, like the Harley Owners Group, that adopt similar insignia, colors, organizational structure, and trappings like beards and leather outfits which are typical of outlaw gangs, making it difficult for outsiders to tell the difference. These groups appear to be, ironically, attracted by the mystique of the outlaw image but are offended by the suggestion that they are outlaws.



Brother Speed members consider themselves "one percenters," meaning, they like to raise a little hell now and then.


This constitutes the "legal" problem that the group has had recently:



At 5:33 on the night of the Free Souls party, Eugene police canine unit officer Robert A. Rosales stopped a black Ford Escort not far from the clubhouse. Rosales identified the 38-year-old driver, Paul Askew, as a member of the Outsiders Motorcycle Club and his two passengers as members of the Gypsy Joker and Brother Speed clubs.


Rosales cited Askew for driving with an expired license and patted down the bikers. He searched the Escort's trunk and found boxes of ammo, an unloaded .380-caliber handgun and an Outsiders motorcycle vest with a loaded .22-caliber derringer in the pocket.



They sort of have a problem of definition here--the man is an "outlaw" biker, but he was driving a black Ford Escort? How "badass" can someone be who drives a Ford Escort? Someone who drives a Ford Escort can hardly be considered an "outlaw biker." Wouldn't you, by definition, have to be breaking the law while on your bike to be considered an outlaw biker? You don't go around being a badass in a Ford Escort. You use a Ford Escort to schlep babies and old ladies around, or to maybe go to the mall and have ice cream and buy a Hannah Montana training bra.


Also,  you have NBA players who commit more serious crimes while riding their own motorcycles--is the National Basketball Association now an "outlaw" athletic club? It's a little bit of a stretch to condemn everyone in the club because of something that one person has done. If we extend the metaphor, then LeBron James is now a member of a weapons-loving outlaw motorcycle gang, and should now come under the scrutiny of law enforcement. What a farce.


Just because a government agency tells you that these men belong to an "outlaw biker gang" doesn't mean that that is what it is.

Someone Needs to Get Delonte West Some Help



This story is a little deeper than just another "thug athlete with guns" incident:
Cleveland Cavaliers guard Delonte West was arrested Thursday after officers pulled him over for speeding on a motorcycle while carrying two loaded handguns and a loaded shotgun in a guitar case.

Prince George's County police spokeswoman Sgt. Michelle Reedy said Friday the Cleveland Cavaliers player was arrested about 10 p.m. Thursday.

Reedy said West was riding a Can-Am Spyder motorcycle north on the Capital Beltway in Upper Marlboro when he cut off an officer, who pulled him over.

Police said a handgun was found in his pocket, another in his pant leg and a shotgun in a guitar case strapped to his back.

Reedy said West "was very cooperative, there were no issues" during the incident.

The 26-year-old West, who lives in Brandywine, was charged with speeding and weapons counts. It is illegal to carry concealed weapons and to transport loaded guns in Maryland, according to police. Reedy said West was released on his own recognizance early Friday.

You could react with either indifference or disgust, and write it off as another offseason setback for a promising young man who has been corrupted by money, fame, or a slight lack thereof. However, a little sympathy is in order:
Last year, West left the Cavaliers' training camp to seek treatment for depression and a "mood disorder" he said he has battled his entire life. At the time, he said he was taking medication and attending therapy sessions. West said his mood problems date to his childhood.

West has said his mood swings seem to be most erratic when his life seems to be in order.

Now, I don't know about you, but when a young man has sought treatment before he has legal issues, I tend to come down on the side of a someone trying to get their life in order, rather than on the side of someone using mental issues to get out of being caught with guns. He needs more help, rather than condemnation and scorn. No question--he needs to be penalized and held accountable for having a crazy pile of lethal weapons. He needs those items to be taken away from him by a family member or someone who cares about his safety and well being. You don't excuse his conduct, but understanding it doesn't hurt a bit.

Solving the Space Debris Problem

Space Junk, Artist Unknown


Your uncle Norman has a brilliant mind. I have to be mindful of my own humility, which is a trait I have tried all of my life to suppress. Humility is really just the timid heart being forced to express itself in public. Stamp it to pieces, and let yourself feel the power of confidence and pride. They'll never let you down, and they'll never leave you when you get into trouble.


If the folks at DARPA would just read my blog once in a while, and send me a few E-mails when they're having serious issues coming up with ideas, I'm fairly certain that my snap decisions and quick-witted solutions would help them out. Sadly, the only people who read my blog are people who want to see naked pictures of Eastern European porn stars. I should do more to cater to this audience, but I just can't get out of bed in the morning and write about Hungarian sex practices.


This is their latest conundrum:



Mad science agency DARPA has a new addition to its wish list: technology to clean up thousands of pieces of orbiting space junk. Surely, world peace can't come far behind on the agenda.


Satellites and manned missions alike have had to dodge a growing swarm of orbital debris in recent years. The U.S. Space Surveillance Network has detected more than 35,000 man-made objects since the space age began over 50 years ago, with 20,000 such objects currently remaining in orbit.


DARPA also noted that the number of cataloged debris objects has actually jumped by almost 50 percent since January 2007. That uptick in space junk comes courtesy of the Chinese government destroying a satellite in 2007, and a collision between an active U.S. satellite and a retired Russian communications satellite this year.


In a perhaps belated response, the Pentagon agency issued a call for possible cleanup proposals yesterday. It noted a special interest in debris ranging from 1 mm crumbs to entire derelict spacecraft and used rocket segments, and asked for a general cleanup timetable ranging from days to years.



Well, having given this all of about two minutes of consideration, 90 seconds of which were spent trying to figure out why I taste garlic when I haven't had garlic today, I came up with this:



Thinker and Intellectual, Norman RogersShame on you, DARPA! You're thinking in reverse.


You don't need a space junk cleaner, because cleaners tend to suck like a vacuum. You need a space junk pusher!


My solution is a spiraling vehicle that pushes space junk ahead of itself--think of a space equivalent of a bulldozer that never comes back. This vehicle is launched into orbit, and there it deploys a massive basket-shaped appendage ahead of it. Using predetermined coordinates, it pushes outward from the Earth's gravitational pull, gathering bits of space debris ahead of it that are moving with it as it leaves orbit, not against it because that would cause a catastrophic collision. As the net collects slower-moving debris and pushes it forward, the "net" uses small hooks, magnets (although a lot of space debris probably won't stick to a magnet because they tend to use a lot of aluminum alloys), grabbers, and adhesives to hold on to the debris--it's not just the big items, but the nuts and bolts we have to worry about as well.


Once the device has cleared orbit, and effectively cleared the path ahead of it, a second stage rocket fires, pushing it away from the Earth at a rate that will prevent it from falling back into orbit. Affix a warning beacon and let the device push away from the Earth at a leisurely pace.


By launching forty to fifty of these vehicles, we could pre-program a fairly extensive cleaning operation that would allow everyone who tracks space debris the chance to assess whether or not the Rogers Spacejunk Debris Pusher (RSDP) is effective. Start with the tough stuff first. If it works, order up a few hundred more and commence to cleaning the skies above.


Problem solved, and DARPA, I'm wealthy. I don't need the money. Have a pizza party on your uncle Norman.


I'll post some diagrams in a bit on my website, if I stop having a life.



Space junk. All you have to do is get rid of it, and stop putting junk into orbit. Was that so hard to come up with? It doesn't seem like much a problem, does it? Nothing a dry hump with two waitresses from Budapest wouldn't fix, right?

A Work Stoppage No One Cares About



Have you heard? The NBA might go without union referees. Yawn.
The lead negotiator and spokesman for the NBA's referees union said Thursday a lockout appears "imminent and unavoidable" following the latest breakdown in talks.

Lamell McMorris said the officials made another $1 million in concessions in their proposal, but believes it's evident the league is not interested in further discussions. The officials then headed home after spending the last 24 hours meeting in Chicago.

"It's become evident that the league would not be interested in continuing conversation at this time," McMorris said.

The NBA had a similarly pessimistic view.

"I'm not going to handicap it, other than to say there's always time to make an agreement if the parties want to do that," NBA general counsel and lead negotiator Rick Buchanan said. "I'm not optimistic based on what happened today. We'll just have to see what happens."

The contract between the NBA and its officials expired Sept. 1 and the sides have been trying to reach a new two-year deal. McMorris said they largely agree on salaries, but the union has balked at the league's attempt to change retirement benefits.

Besides the severance and pension disagreements, the officials are resisting a league development plan for young officials.

Without a new deal, replacement officials will be used when preseason play opens Oct. 1. The NBA last began a season without its regular referees in 1995-96, when the caliber of officiating was roundly criticized.

So what? The dirty little secret of the NBA is, the gambling scandal has not fully been explained or cleared up. The legitimacy of the sport is gone, as far as I'm concerned. I don't bother watching it anymore. I watched little or no professional basketball last season because I think that the inability of the league to address whether or not other referees had gambling ties amounted to a cover-up that would have been exposed in any other sport for what it was--widespread game fixing and point shaving. Before anyone says, "how do you know?" I have to say, "of course I don't know--but now, no one else will know, because the NBA did a spectacular job of covering it up."

Are the games fixed? I suspect they're not fixed anymore, but I do know this--referee Tim Donaghy had a lot to do with the Lakers win over the Kings in game 6 of the NBA Western Conference playoffs in 2002. I watched that game, and I didn't think anything of it at the time.
The allegations are some of the strongest ever made against the NBA, coming at a time when the officiating of this year's Finals between the Celtics and Lakers has come under heavy scrutiny.

In the letter submitted by Donaghy's attorney, the following "manipulation" is alleged:

"Referees A, F and G were officiating a playoff series between Teams 5 and 6 in May of 2002. It was the sixth game of a seven-game series, and a Team 5 victory that night would have ended the series. However, Tim learned from Referee A that Referees A and F wanted to extend the series to seven games. Tim knew referees A and F to be 'company men,' always acting in the interest of the NBA, and that night, it was in the NBA's interest to add another game to the series. Referees A and F heavily favored Team 6. Personal fouls [resulting in obviously injured players] were ignored even when they occurred in full view of the referees. Conversely, the referees called made-up fouls on Team 5 in order to give additional free throw opportunities for Team 6. Their foul-calling also led to the ejection of two Team 5 players. The referees' favoring of Team 6 led to that team's victory that night, and Team 6 came back from behind to win that series."

Replacement refs? Scab refs? Hey, if the current slate of NBA referees thinks it can win a labor dispute with a corrupt league, then go for it. Organized labor could use a shot in the arm, provided the refs win and get what they want.

My guess is that the fans won't care, won't notice, and life will go on as usual. "Fearing" what will happen assumes we will suffer because there won't be any of that high-end, high class, infallible officiating we've all come to know and love in the NBA. Puh-leeeze.

Bad officiating, and perhaps dishonest officiating, is the norm in the NBA.

Fallout


The umps aren't taking it lying down:
Umpires working the series between the Red Sox and Angels at Fenway Park complained Thursday that Los Angeles coaches were "unprofessional and unbecoming" after two close calls went against them at the end of Wednesday night's loss.

"Their deportment as we left the field, going through the Angels dugout, left a lot to be desired," plate umpire Rick Reed told the Boston Herald. "We filed a report after the game and I would think there will be a coach or two over there that would be regretting his actions today."

Angels manager Mike Scioscia called the accusations "absolutely wrong."

"There was nothing done in a threatening nature," he said after Los Angeles' 4-3 victory on Thursday night. "It was more along the lines of 'You've got to be kidding me.' ... It wasn't even directed at them -- it was more venting in the clubhouse."

Attempts by The Associated Press to reach the umpires for comment before and after Thursday night's game were unsuccessful. A Fenway Park security guard who knocked on the door of their changing room before the game said they were unavailable because they were on a conference call with the commissioner's office; after the game, a reporter's request for an interview was similarly declined.

The Los Angeles Times reported that Major League Baseball was looking into it. Mike Port, baseball's vice president for umpires, did not return a call seeking comment.

The Angels organization clearly thought that it had to say something. Angels Manager Mike Scioscia is not the kind of manager who would take the unsual (for him) step of going this far in his criticisms of the umps if he didn't think it would benefit his club. This particular crew may have been in for some unfair criticism, and I'm sure there will be defenders out there who will say that the bad calls that went against the Angels could have gone against the Red Sox. I give this credibility because this is an unusual step for Scioscia to take. As a former catcher, it makes his charges all the more credible. He could have said his piece and let it go, but he went a little further than that, and his organization is behind him.

A Tough Loss for the Angels



Even though I still call them "The California Angels," I do appreciate their skills this season. The Angels went into Boston's Fenway Park and got a little roughed up:
This was not the usual Mike Scioscia, the manager with the famously even keel, the leader who orders his charges to "turn the page" from adversity.

Two dozen reporters crowded into his office at Fenway Park late Wednesday night, within a clubhouse still seething about two umpiring calls that the Angels thought had robbed them of victory. Scioscia asked for questions, and a radio reporter tossed him a softball.

"Where do you start with this one?" the reporter asked.

"Is that all you got?" Scioscia snapped. "Where do you want to start?"

There was only one place to start. At the end.

The plate umpire called ball four. The Angels saw strike three.

And, even after some 25 minutes to cool down, Brian Fuentes wondered aloud whether that umpire was too "timid" or "scared" by the charged Boston atmosphere to make what the Angels believed was the right call.

I'm sure that the perception is out there, that in Boston, the umps favor the home team. How is it any worse in New York or Philadelphia? The Chicago White Sox have fans that come down out of the stands and attack umpires after a few beers have bolstered their courage. I don't get that.

The Angels have to solve their Boston problem before they can start to feel confident. Some teams get snakebitten--witness how the Red Sox dealt with the Yankees, who were 'their Daddy,' for a number of years before they cowboy'ed up and kicked Yankee ass. I suspect that the Angels have to have that moment of blind rage, and kick down the Red Sox curse they've been carrying.

Myles Brand (1942-2009)

NCAA president Myles Brand, who while leading Indiana University fired basketball coach Bob Knight, died Wednesday afternoon from pancreatic cancer. He was 67.
The first former university president ever to run college sports' largest governing body, Brand also worked to change the perception that wins supersede academics and earned accolades for his efforts.
Brand broke the news that he had cancer in January at the NCAA convention and continued to run the organization's day-to-day operations, despite undergoing treatment. The NCAA announced his death. Officials were not ready to say who would replace Brand or when they may begin searching for a successor.
"Myles Brand's passing is a great personal loss of a dear friend and an even greater loss to the NCAA and collegiate athletics," said Georgia president Michael Adams, who worked closely with Brand. "I believe Myles will be remembered as a person who helped us refocus on the student in student-athlete and his academic reforms will long outlive him."

While I may have had my differences with his actions as NCAA President, today is a good day to take a moment and remember a man who dedicated his life to education, athletics, and athletes.

Mike Celizic Goes Off the Reservation



America's worst sportswriter, inexplicably writing on MSNBC.COM after being proven wrong and embarrassing himself on a daily basis since day one, tries to warn us that Tennessee-Florida is going to be a horrible game:
Is there still time to stop Lane Kiffin and the Tennessee Volunteers from going down to Florida this weekend? I mean before something happens that will make Serena Williams’ little tantrum look like a Barry Manilow concert?

The reason I say this is that the planets don’t seem to be favorably aligned for the volatile (that’s a nice word for ‘loose cannon’) Kiffin to be taking an inferior team down to play the man he spent the winter insulting, Gators coach Urban Meyer.

Normally, I’d say let him go and take an extra notebook to the game. But bad behavior is in the air, and I’m not sure we want to rely on a football coach — even one as upstanding as Meyer says he is — to keep his team from venting their spleen on Kiffin and the Vols, not after Kiffin committed the original playground sin of dissing the mighty Gators.

[I'll cut out the boring crap--jeez, how do you inject Serena Williams and Michael Jordan's Hall of Fame Acceptance Speech into a column about SEC football?]

This qualifies as an epidemic. And now we have two large groups of relatively unsophisticated kids who still believe being dissed is the greatest insult any person can absorb getting ready to play a game based on violence.

Oh, that wasn't racist, now was it? "Unsophisticated" kids? What, are they still eating cornbread and wearing half-buttoned coveralls with no shirt on underneath? Are they still working on the farm? Being "dissed" is the greatest insult? Show your playground smack talk appreciation colors much?

Celizic does both teams a great disservice--this is big time college football, and he treats these young men like the only thing separating them from pork and beans on a paper plate is the finger in their mouth. Do you know how smart you have to be to play football at that level? I'm not talking just book smart, I'm talking, playbook smart, practice smart, and being able to react quickly under duress smart. Where does he get the idea that two teams, playing Division I football in, arguably, the toughest football conference in the nation, are a bunch of "unsophisticated kids?" That strikes me as being as wrong as anything I've heard out of this clown and he should apologize to those kids for saying that.

Beyond that, Celizic, again, being America's Worst Sportswriter, forgets that there is one basic tenet of college football, and perhaps football as a whole, and that is, the zebras control the game. They control a game that is violent, that can end in tragedy, with a young man paralyzed or even, God forbid, dead, and with rare exception, they maintain that control because that is the only thing separating sportsmanship from chaos.

As soon as someone gets out of hand, the referees will throw someone out of the game in order to demonstrate their control of the situation. As soon as it appears that neither team is listening, the punitive and nit-picky calls are going to start and the laundry is coming out and someone is going to be backed up against their own goal line while looking up at the numbers spinning on the scoreboard. That's how a message will be delivered to both teams--we're in charge out here, coach, and you'd better get control of your fine young men.

Now, if Celizic thinks an Urban Meyer coached team is going to allow itself to break down and give up 21 points in the first quarter over personal fouls, roughing the passer penalties, and boneheadedness, fine--keep cashing those MSNBC.COM checks.

Lane Kiffin is only now realizing that you don't give your conference opponents bulletin board material. You don't act like a jackass in the SEC until you start winning on a regular basis, and even then, you only do that if you're trying to line up an NFL coaching gig.

This weekend could be a huge bust. Florida might collapse. Tennessee might lose by 28. Either way, don't dog on the kids playing the game.

Tough Break for Brian Urlacher


One reason to watch the Chicago Bears is Brian Urlacher. He is comparable in some ways to the great Mike Singletary--
Comparing tackles wouldn’t mean a whole lot because tackles are an unofficial league statistic. They’re generally compiled by coaches watching tape, and two coaches could see something completely different on the same play. If one player makes the tackle and a second comes in to finish the ballcarrier off, the second player could be given an assist, which counts as a tackle. It’s highly subjective. A better comparison would be to look at official statistical categories and at least see how Brian Urlacher and Mike Singletary stack up against each other. In nine seasons with the Bears, Urlacher has compiled 37½ sacks, 17 interceptions, seven forced fumbles and nine fumble recoveries while being voted to six Pro Bowls. At the same point in his career with the Bears, Singletary had 17 sacks, six interceptions, 12 forced fumbles and 11 fumble recoveries while also voted to seven Pro Bowls.

--but then again, there are those who would argue that there is no comparison. Either way, this is a tough break:
Finally healthy after two years, Bears linebacker Brian Urlacher launched his regular season by making a run at Aaron Rodgers, lowering his shoulder and plowing over the Packers quarterback in the first quarter.

His 10th season was off to a good start. And then, it was over.

Chicago's star linebacker went on injured reserve after having surgery Monday to repair a dislocated right wrist and will not be back this season, a major blow for a team with high expectations.

There was no immediate word from Urlacher other than a text message to the Chicago Tribune that said simply: "season is over." But coach Lovie Smith said Urlacher clearly was disappointed.

"He had put himself in position to have an outstanding year," Smith said. "He was playing well in the game before he went down with the injury. Even after the injury to his hand, the competitor in him wanted to continue to play. It's a tough break. There's no way around it, but he's been injured before and he's come back before."

I don't know if it is such a major blow for the Bears--he's an important player, but his being out does not kill their season. If the increased playing time for Hunter Hillenmeyer can fill the gap, Urlacher can come back next year and help the Bears. I don't think you can call a 31 year-old washed up, by any stretch of the imagination. Urlacher has ten years in the league, and the smarts to go with it. A wrist injury isn't the end, it's just a year off to let other issues heal stronger. You think he won't be mad next year? Motivated to play harder? Think again. Urlacher isn't wired to quit on anything.

Sports Blog FAIL


When you look at the dismal state of sports blogging, you come away with the impression that it really could use some cleaning up.

This post appeared on the BaseballBriefs.com aggregator, which I'm trying to integrate as a news source:
Please Answer!!! Is This Person Actually Serious?!?
September 15, 2009, 9:04 am
Posted at: http://baseballblog.co.cc/?p=27172
Do not just jump up and say A Rod or anything. I know he is good but still.

As I'm writing this, that post is five minutes old. Curious, I clicked the link to look at it:
I’ve been blogging on this sports forum recently, and I just got this insane comment by this person:
Jennifer I have sent an email to Jeter’s organization regarding your post and the claims you made including this site. If Randy approves your psycho comments and okay with them then at least if Jeter gets attacked or harrassed by you I’m told others have reported both Randy and you to his people. Good luck with your scary post and comments of your obsession about this man. Jeter himself said he doesn’t care about the negative and jokes made about him. It’s the crazy obsession he gets that would bother him which is why he’s very selective what girls he talks to and has his guys with him all the time to protect and question any girls intention who wants to meet or hook up with Jeter. Jeter is not a dumb man when it comes to young ladies who really want to hang out with him. Just so you know you are what he’s NOT looking for.
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Is this person actually serious? (read details)

And, no, I didn't miss copying a link to "the details" because there wasn't one.

Essentially, then, any bag of nuts can get on any blog, and yap incessantly about nothing, and about things that have nothing to do with sports, and then not post links or explain anything because their racing, confused little minds can't handle the detail-oriented aspects of the Internet.

Sports Blog FAIL.

My work is rife with errors, I admit that, but I, at least, try to blog competently. I don't get it.

Baseball briefs, as an aggregator, you are getting stuck with some really bad product:
Life Magazine 1949 May 2 West Point Baseball Star - September 15, 2009, 9:10 am

Soccer Ball School Sports Large Sterling Silver Charm - September 15, 2009, 9:08 am

CC and AJ in the playoffs - September 15, 2009, 9:06 am

Please Answer!!! Is This Person Actually Serious?!? - September 15, 2009, 9:04 am

Bo Knows - September 15, 2009, 9:02 am

Angry Words Top Off Pirates’ Win Pirates closer - September 15, 2009, 9:00 am

Salem Red Sox Drop Game 1 Of Carolina League Finals To Lynchburg Hillcats - September 15, 2009, 8:58 am

How Sweep it is.. - September 15, 2009, 8:56 am

Reds Activate OF Jay Bruce - September 15, 2009, 8:54 am

Pirates Prospect Kyle McPherson Interview - September 15, 2009, 8:52 am

Morneau Sidelined; Dice-K is Back! (Not sure if you should be excited, though) - September 15, 2009, 8:50 am

Monogrammed Embroidered Sports Burp Cloths Personalized - September 15, 2009, 8:48 am

New York Yankees Hitch Cover Trailer Truck Suv Plastic - September 15, 2009, 8:46 am

Mlb Milwaukee Brewers Official Poker Chip - September 15, 2009, 8:42 am

The people selling hitch covers, poker chips, and assorted crap shouldn't get any play at all on a baseball-oriented aggregator. The headline, "Soccer Ball School Sports Large Sterling Silver Charm," shouldn't even be on the damned Internet, it's so goofy, but an embedded tag for baseball, or some similar piece of nefarious code, inserts that nonsense into what is actually a pretty good aggregator.

A Weapon Too Sinister to Use Against the American People

Would Thomas Jefferson Wish For Us to Use Horrible Sonic Weapons Against Our Own Citizens?


I may be over reacting, but I don't care. I don't care what party you're in. I don't care about your politics. What I care about are basic civil liberties.


Should any government agency use a dangerous sonic weapon against Americans? Of course not. I grant state, local and Federal agencies the right to use force, and I grant that they might need to use things that aren't ideal, such as, I don't know, riot control vehicles. Yes, I said it--riot control vehicles. My family has made them for as long as I have been alive. They're perfectly reasonable when the authorities are confronted with civil disturbances.


I draw the line at monstrous weapons such as this:



LRAD-500 in use by San Diego County Sheriff's Department“Long-range acoustic devices [LRADs] for crowd control can be extremely dangerous. These are used in Iraq to control insurgents. They can cause serious and lasting harm to humans…We want to know WHY our Sheriff Dept has this weapon,” Sal Magallanez of San Diego-based Liberty One Radio said in an e-mail sent to East County Magazine, prompting a joint investigation.
 
The device was stationed by San Diego County Sheriff deputies at a recent town hall forum hosted by Congresswoman Susan Davis (D-San Diego) in Spring Valley and at a subsequent town hall with Congressman Darrell Issa (R-San Diego). The Davis Rally drew an estimated 1,300-1,500 people, including vocal conservative and liberal protest groups.


 
A public records search conducted by East County Magazine has confirmed that the device is an
LRAD 500-x manufactured by San Diego-based American Technology Corporation (ATC). Capable of use as an effective loudspeaker, the LRAD also has the ability to emit a deafening tone aimed at incapacitating and dispersing a crowd without use of lethal force.
 
“It’s very concerning,” Kevin Keenan, executive director of the American Civil Liberties Union, said. “ It is fine for the Sheriff’s Department to have new less-than-lethal weapons, but for their interactions with individuals these still-dangerous weapons need to be used only as substitutes for firearms. They can’t be used as just another tool on the tool belt. As we’ve seen with tasers and pepper spray, these types of weapons are being used to subdue people even though they pose the risk of serious physical harm.”



Excuse me, but this is America. No, you may not use a weapon that emits a deafening, incapacitating tone at peaceful protesters, and I don't care what political stripe they are. I don't care if they're the three dirtiest hippies this side of Wavy Gravy--you may not use a sonic device upon them. Soap and water, fine. If they're really rowdy, use some tear gas.


This thing? Hells no:


Advertisement, LRAD-500


The datasheet is "password protected," but to your uncle Norman, that means, whoo, I'll publish it anyway:


Datasheet, LRAD-500


As a lifelong lover of evil, well, this is going too far. Do you want Johnny Law to have this kind of a weapon? And, bear in mind, most Johnny Laws out there are good men and women, don't get me wrong. But do you want that fat slob Johnny Law with the sociopathic disorder they couldn't quite nail down on his phony-baloney psychiatric evaluation to be standing there with his gut hanging out, his sammich in one hand, and his other hand riding the controls of this weapon against some people who he thinks "gots it coming?"


Anyone who uses this weapon against American citizens is a sadistic animal, plain and simple. The right of peaceful assembly and peaceful protest means something in this country, and the thugs who would use a military-grade weapon to inflict sonic pain on our fellow Americans have stepped over the line into the banality of evil.


By the way, at 70 dBs, you're experiencing involuntary discomfort because your autonomic nervous system kicks in. That means that:



The autonomic nervous system (ANS or visceral nervous system) is the part of the peripheral nervous system that acts as a control system functioning largely below the level of consciousness, and controls visceral functions. The ANS affects heart rate, digestion, respiration rate, salivation, perspiration, diameter of the pupils, micturition (urination), and sexual arousal.



No, I don't think they're trying to get you horny. I do think that the inherent dangers of using such weapons outweigh any possible "peaceful" or "humane" application.


This is not a weapon that should be used on American citizens, period. End of story.