Tiger Gets Dropped After His Big Mea Culpa

This is where you used to be able to find the Gatorade products featuring Tiger Woods



Don't click that picture--I haven't the time nor the energy to direct you to something useful, now that you can no longer buy the Tiger Woods line of Gatorade drinks, and now that they won't bother coming up with something else.


You thought that everyone was going to feel good now that Tiger Woods has stood up and said his carefully controlled mea culpas? You thought Gatorade was going to make a mea culpa mango? Sorry, kid. This is business:



Add Gatorade to the list of endorsement deals that Tiger Woods has lost.

A spokesperson for the drink, sold by PepsiCo Inc., confirmed late Friday that it had ended its relationship with the golfer.

"We no longer see a role for Tiger in our marketing efforts and have ended our relationship," a Gatorade spokeswoman said. "We wish him all the best."




The spokewoman said Gatorade would continue its relationship with the Tiger Woods Foundation.

Gatorade discontinued its Tiger Woods-brand drinks in November, a decision made before Woods' marital problems and infidelities became known.



The thing is, golf doesn't sell itself well as a sport of exertion; it's not like someone is trying to take your head off when you putt. Even if Tiger was a sterling pitchman, selling Gatorade with a damp spot on a red polo shirt doesn't really cut it. This is now a LeBron James world. How does Tiger figure he can compete with LeBron?

Old Toyota Corolla Ad



I was going to use this, but never found time to get something about Toyota and all that worked up.

Since When is IKEA Cheap or Ugly?

[Writing as Norman Rogers]

You’re talking to a man who once spent $4,500 at an IKEA in order to outfit his daughter’s college apartment, which she then refused to live in after she discovered it was haunted by a “Mormon” ghost:
A wealthy Icelandic couple is being sued for installing a cheap IKEA kitchen into an apartment they rented out at a swank hotel in New York City.

The lawsuit filed in Manhattan Wednesday alleges that Jon Asgeir Johannesson and his wife installed an “ugly” kitchen from the low-cost household furnishings store into the 16th-floor apartment at the Gramercy Park Hotel.

The lawsuit filed on behalf of the Paramount Realty Group of America Corp. claims the couple rented the apartment out for about $300,000, then failed to make promised renovations on time.
Miranda contends that the “Mormon” ghost made her feel uncomfortable about drinking wine in her room and was constantly leaving Church of Latter Day Saints materials where she could find them. She had dreams about having bland, obedient children who hid secrets from her. I have no idea what’s wrong with Miranda, but she sure knows how to give me excellent material for my blog.

I can speak with some authority about money, and, in particular, luxury. First of all, the couple went to IKEA and bought a kitchen. Depending on what they bought, it could certainly have been cheap but, by and large, IKEA allows people to actually outfit their home with great designs and very functional pieces. I have had wives who spent tens of thousands of dollars on kitchens, decor, living rooms, bedrooms, and all of that—it’s a sham. One man’s Ethan Allen is another man’s Room Store. Your faux elitism doesn’t impress me the way it used to. And it doesn’t really matter. The so-called “high end” people are just crooks dressed up nicer than the people who sell you reasonable things. There used to be a “high end” version of Home Depot. It was called “EXPO” or whatever, and Home Depot had to close them recently. Nobody was fooled by the pretend luxury, you see. I lived in the third or fourth richest county in America and the EXPO center in that county wasn’t open more than a few years, if that.

Second, I can show you a randomly selected kitchen (above) and most Americans couldn’t even tell you that it is IKEA material. Most Americans are looking for a cold beer and something to fry potatoes on. They’re not expecting functionality and design, and that’s what IKEA gives you.

Third, I would be willing to bet you that the contract between this couple and the landlord left quite a few Nordically-interpreted loopholes. Suck eggs, landlord. You got your kitchen, now go boil and egg and shut up. Icelanders are broke, in case you haven’t heard, and you’re damned lucky they had the taste to use IKEA rather than Wal-Mart.

If you own and maintain luxury property, never leave it to anyone paying rent money to fix it up. Who has brains of mush in this regard? If you think you can call Mr. Foo Foo designer and his dingbat coordinator and spend $85,000 on a kitchen and do better than something from IKEA, be my guest.

I can walk into any IKEA in the world and combine any of their designs and elements into something fabulous. I’m an artist, deep down, who has mastered the world of money, style and love. I can conjure magical things out of pine boards and counter-sinking pieces of tin. I can make the Gods hate me for doing what they cannot. I can crush the dreams of a thousand smart men. I can make a young lady squeal and fart at the same time, just with a look. I can watch the markets and drop the levers and go home at night with untold amounts of money firmly added to my portfolio. I can buy a suit that would look like curtains off the curtain rod on you but look like George Clooney in a dumb movie on me. I can melt stones and hammer metal and run down fugitives and blog like the colossus I am. I’m an American Lion, you see. This is what I do.

Sport by Victoria


Is she qualified? Who the hell cares? It's cold, and winter sports are king for me. As soon as I figure out what's going on, I'll try to figure out if she makes any sense or not.


Victoria Silvstedt

No, Don't Fire Mr. Tony

Hannah Storm is on the far left...


This would be a calamity:



One of Hannah Storm's outfitsThe network has suspended the co-host of ESPN's "Pardon the Interruption" for making fun of Storm's on-air outfit during his radio show, saying it resembled a "sausage casing," according to the Sporting News Web site.

Kornheiser apologized to Storm, a former anchor at CBS' Early Show, the day after making the comments.

An ESPN spokesman tells the Sporting News he will be suspended "for some time."


Kornheiser said Storm was wearing "a horrifying, horrifying outfit."

"She looks like she has sausage casing wrapping around her upper body," he added. "I know she's very good, and I'm not supposed to be critical of ESPN people, so I won't ... but Hannah Storm ... come on now! Stop! What are you doing? ... She's what I would call a Holden Caulfield fantasy at this point."

The next day, Kornheiser offered an on-air mea culpa.

"I apologize, unequivocally ... I'm a sarcastic, subversive guy ... I'm a troll, look at me. I have no right to insult what anybody looks like or what anybody wears. That, I think, should go without saying," he said.



Mr. Tony has been watching too much American Idol. He's channeling Simon at this point; he's too good to fire.


He's not too good to suspend, however, and I hope he gets some time off. Some broadcasters deserve a break--and I would disagree with Mr. Dan Levy here--Mr. Tony deserves a second chance. I agree with Mr. Tony when he says that, in effect, if you put a live microphone in front of people enough times, they certainly will say something stupid. I'm a blogger. I say something stupid every fourth or fifth post. I wouldn't survive on network television, even though I am rather handsome and charismatic.


Hannah Storm is ravishingly beautiful; she won't have to worry about taking a shot from Mr. Tony. She is beyond his reach, in terms of fashion critiques. She should have made fun of his Sears catalog wardrobe and the whole thing could have been left at that.

Is the Irish Republican Army Back in Business?

Offshoots are one thing, but how do you explain this?
Irish Republican Army dissidents detonated their first car bomb in nearly a decade Monday night, damaging a courthouse but injuring nobody in an attack designed to rattle Northern Ireland’s peace process.

A local hospital and several businesses received warning calls from IRA dissidents after an explosives-packed vehicle was rammed into the gates of the empty courthouse in Newry, a Northern Ireland border town midway between Belfast and Dublin, at about 10 p.m. (2200 GMT).

Police said they still were evacuating nearby streets when the bomb exploded a half-hour later. The local police commander, Chief Inspector Sam Cordner, said it was “a sheer miracle” that nobody in the surrounding area was seriously wounded or killed.
That would seem to be the polite way of announcing that these dissident elements aren’t interested in peace.

The Ladanian Tomlinson Era Ends in San Diego



I have to confess to being shocked by this--perhaps I need to get out more:
In a move that was fully expected but still feels odd to type, the Chargers released LaDainian Tomlinson Monday after nine seasons with the team.

The timing of the release was likely out of deference to Tomlinson's career. He can get a head start on most unrestricted free agents and talk to interested teams right away.

"It has been a privilege to work with him and witness his entire career," owner Dean Spanos said in a statement. "I'm proud of him and grateful to him for the way he has carried himself both on and off the field.

"He's a future Hall of Famer," G.M. A.J. Smith said. "My only regret is that he leaves without a Super Bowl ring."

Why release him? Why is the business of the NFL structured in this way? I have no clue. It's a free agency thing, and nine years on a running back's odometer starts to look risky. Not everyone gets to play as long as, say, Emmitt Smith, but few play as well as Ladanian Tomlinson has played and might still play.

Tomlinson's last two years look fairly bad on paper. A change of venue could help him if the new coaching system can be adapted to use him the way he can still be used--not to carry an offense but to add some depth to it. My guess is that the Washington Redskins will offer Tomlinson $40 million dollars for three years and use him like a fullback in the I formation--something ridiculous like that always seems to follow when the Redskins sniff at a fading, aging veteran.

Tiger Doesn't Mean It


Tiger Woods probably has no idea why the world thinks he is insincere:



The statement Tiger Woods was to make Friday is part of his sex addiction rehab therapy, according to a letter from PGA Tour Commissioner Tim Finchem that was obtained by The Associated Press.

The statement was expected to address the sex scandal that exploded after his Thanksgiving night car accident.

"As we understand it, Tiger's therapy called for a week's break at this time during which he has spent a few days with his children and then will make his statement before returning," Finchem said in Thursday's letter.

The letter is the first confirmation of any kind that Woods even was in such therapy.

But psychologist and radio host Cooper Lawrence, author of "The Cult of Celebrity," says the whole idea of the Woods' statement "reeks of photo op" to her.

"I think this is a photo op," she remarked to "Early Show" co-anchor Harry Smith Friday, hours before Woods' scheduled statement. "I don't really see any -- the rumors we heard out of rehab were that he really wasn't being a participatory patient, that he was disruptive, that he upset the other people there. So, I don't think he's gone through the first couple of steps (of the famous "12-Step" addiction recovery process). This to me reeks of photo op, and I hope it's genuine, and I really hope he moves on. Because he's an industry, he's not just an individual.



Tiger is simply doing whatever he can to regain endorsements and continue making money; if he was solely about playing golf, he would accept the judgement of the public and play golf. He would show up at the course at the appointed time, play the way he has always played, and ignore the public (which is how it is with most golfers anyway).


He is in the thrall of someone trying to repair his image and that's what his "rehabilitation" stay is all about. I find it a bit difficult to believe when someone says that Tiger Woods is a "sex addict." I'm not a doctor, of course, but I do believe that Woods is a power addict, and power is what he is trying to regain by pretending to be contrite and by taking a vacation at a rehabiitiation resort.

Constitutional Ignorance is Not a Right or Left Issue


Prepare to faint on the last fainting couch available:



The tea-party movement has no leader. But it does have a face: William Temple of Brunswick, Ga. For months, the amiable middle-aged activist has been criss-crossing America, appearing at tea-party events dressed in his trademark three-cornered hat and Revolutionary garb. When journalists interview him (which is often—his outfit draws them in like a magnet), he presents himself as a human bridge between the founders’ era and our own. “We fought the British over a 3 percent tea tax. We might as well bring the British back,” he told NPR during a recent protest outside the Capitol.


It’s a charming act, which makes the tea-party movement seem no more unnerving than the people who spend their weekends reenacting the Civil War. But the 18th-century getups mask something disturbing. After I spent the weekend at the Tea Party National Convention in Nashville, Tenn., it has become clear to me that the movement is dominated by people whose vision of the government is conspiratorial and dangerously detached from reality. It’s more John Birch than John Adams. 


Like all populists, tea partiers are suspicious of power and influence, and anyone who wields them. Their villain list includes the big banks; bailed-out corporations; James Cameron, whose Avatar is seen as a veiled denunciation of the U.S. military; Republican Party institutional figures they feel ignored by, such as chairman Michael Steele; colleges and universities (the more prestigious, the more evil); TheWashington Post; Anderson Cooper; and even FOX News pundits, such as Bill O’Reilly, who have heaped scorn on the tea-party movement’s more militant oddballs.


One of the most bizarre moments of the recent tea-party convention came when blogger Andrew Breitbart delivered a particularly vicious fulmination against the mainstream media, prompting everyone to get up, turn toward the media section at the back of the conference room, and scream, “USA! USA! USA!” But the tea partiers’ well-documented obsession with President Obama has hardly been diffused by their knack for finding new enemies.



The problem here is not the tea party idea itself, but, rather, the snide diffidence of the media, in general and the fundamental lack of any context, specific or otherwise. If you want to know what motivates people to say and do crazy things it is the idea that the only way they’ll be heard is to ham it up for a media that will duly report and never, ever put into context what the crazies of the left and right are saying and doing. The tone expressed here drips with condescension. Man, what I wouldn’t give for a machine that could remove the snark from the Internet. I’d turn that thing on and let it run for a year.


Do not condescend to people who are angry at their government; do not sneer at them. Four years ago, liberals were up in arms against the Bush Administration. Now, the opposite fringe is up in arms against the Obama Administration. Anyone with a brain can tell you there isn’t much difference between how Bush and Obama have done things or are doing things. I have news for you—at any given time, in the long, proud history of this country, there have always been a number of Americans with a corncob up their ass about something. I don’t care if that offends—it is the honest to gospel truth.


Never, in the history of this country, has there ever been a time when there wasn’t some fanatical minority of some indeterminately small number of very vocal people screeching to high heaven about the collapse of our institutions and the breakdown of the rule of law and the absolute tyranny of a government out of control. To be a Jeffersonian living under John Adams was to be shrill and suspicious of that rascal Alexander Hamilton. To live under the incompetent stewardship of James Madison was to wonder whether or not the military could even protect America from itself, let alone a few thousand British regulars and a scattering of warring Indian tribes. It’s all there. Avail yourself of some shrill history.


For example, is it okay for a state to secede from the Union?


Of course not.


Then why is it in the media? Why is there talk of Vermont, Texas or Alaska seceding from the Union?


Ignorance.


I mean, read Lincoln’s thoughts on the matter. Read a biography of Abraham Lincoln and then tell me this isn’t the greatest nation on the face of the Earth. It’s a limited government, except when someone loses their mind about what that whole “limited” thing means. Take up arms against this government if you wish; we have a way to turn that feature into a spectacle. Itching for the confrontation? Don’t.


The framers of the Constitution wisely gave us the means by which to hold the tyranny of the majority—or the minority—in check. Those things haven’t changed. It’s not like we haven’t been through these things before. What’s different is that the ignorance of the American people, personified by an indulgent, lazy, sneering media, is celebrated.


Bring me the stupid, says Joe Sixpack. The details are too hard.


I want health care reform—just don’t make it so I have to think about it. Sure, I want a job—just don’t spend any money making sure I have an industry to work in. Keep my taxes low, but when no one comes to plow out my street after there’s already four feet of snow on the ground, give me a tax cut so I can buy a snow blower that won’t work. I’m America—it’s sexy to be stupid and I don’t know anything because I have no reference points.


If I did, someone would be offended by my accurate grasp of history.


Everything is cool beans, kids. Go back to shoveling snow. And, relax. The Republic is going to be fine. And if that’s too condescending for you, then check your head, Cletus. If you love this country, you’ll figure out that what I’m telling you fits the meme.

What Super Bowl?


Yes, I watched it. I thought it was a great game. But, now it's time to move on.

Hockey is back at the top of my list now. And Ducks vs Kings resembles a kind of Super Bowl:

Corey Perry and the Anaheim Ducks saw little reason to celebrate after ending the Los Angeles Kings ' franchise-record winning streak while maintaining a remarkable home streak of their own.

After all, this win was only redemption for all those mistakes in last week's loss to the Kings - and it ended with Ryan Getzlaf hobbling home on crutches.

Perry had a goal and two assists, and the Ducks snapped the Kings' nine-game streak with a 4-2 victory in the latest Freeway Faceoff on Monday night.

The last-place Ducks tied their franchise record with their 10th straight home win, but Getzlaf's sprained left ankle sapped any joy from the dressing room. Moments after scoring during Anaheim's three-goal second period, the Canadian Olympian skated sluggishly to the bench and didn't return.

''When you have everyone going and then lose a guy, it's tough,'' said Perry, a fellow Olympian. ''I mean, you can't really replace a guy like that because he's got tremendous skill and he's a big body and he's a great player. So it's hard to replace him, but there's guys who can step up and fill his role.''

Jonas Hiller made 35 saves, while Teemu Selanne and Saku Koivu had a goal and an assist apiece for the Ducks, who have won 12 of 17 overall despite last Thursday's 6-4 loss at Staples Center - but any extended absence by their top playmaking center could be brutal. Though X-rays revealed no broken bones, Getzlaf will be re-evaluated with an MRI on Tuesday.

I don't know what happened to the Ducks, but the resurgence of the Los Angeles Kings is making the Western Conference an interesting place to play these days. Will the Kings make the playoffs? They have a much better chance than the Ducks, that's for sure.

The Great February Snowstorm

Our poor trees did not survive. They were 12 or 15 feet high when the snow finally took them on Friday evening. I had gone out twice to use the shovel to shake them down and remove the heavy, wet snow that fell on us. By Saturday morning, they were done. The one closest to the steps (pictured above) was pulled completely out by the roots. I found this out when I was trying to raise it up and save it. With all of the snow that had fallen, I could have tried to save them both, but I doubt that it would have mattered. I think that the roots were too badly damaged.

Posted via web from Warren Jason Street

Will That Be Cash or Kwedit?


Let me be one voice of reason here:



A new payment option for anyone without a credit card or a debit card, no matter how young, has just become available. It’s initially offered by FooPets and Puzzle Pirates, online game companies that are business partners of Kwedit.com, a start-up based in Mountain View, Calif.


Minors as well as adults can buy items in the games with a “Kwedit Promise,” which can be paid off later in a number of ways — with a credit or debit card, for example, or with cash sent in a mailer that Kwedit supplies.


But here’s an entirely new payment option: A user can print out a barcode and head to a 7-Eleven store, which will accept cash, scan the code and notify Kwedit that payment has been made. In the next three months, a Kwedit logo will join those for credit cards and other payment methods on the doors of all 7-Elevens, a company spokesman says.


As game purveyors, Kwedit’s current partners sell virtual goods whose marginal cost is virtually zero, so there’s no risk of real financial loss if the promise is not repaid. But by offering Kwedit’s service, the game publishers capitalize on the most frictionless form of sales: buy now, pay later.


At FooPets, users “adopt” lifelike digitally animated pets and then buy virtual goods for them, including food, beds and chew toys. The site’s core demographic is 12- to 14-year-old girls, said Scott Sorochak, a co-founder of FooMojo, which operates the site. The company says that FooPets has one million active members and that it is signing up 20,000 to 25,000 new members daily.


“Kwedit is the first payment system we’ve used that doesn’t require getting a parent involved,” Mr. Sorochak said.


Now an eighth grader, on her own, can use a Kwedit Promise to buy a virtual 40-pound bag of Purina Puppy Chow. The chow exists only as a photograph of a Purina package, but FooPets instructs its users that the care and feeding of the digital pets they’ve adopted should be regarded as a serious matter. “Your FooPet is a real creature that lives online,” the company’s Web site says.



In this day and age, I can’t think of any good that can come out of this. As soon as you give a minor the tool they need to escape scrutiny, they will use it. As soon as they figure out how to take money from a 13 year-old, then they’re going to take a lot of money from 13 year-olds. And, as soon as parents see this sort of thing for what it is, they’ll protest, and they’ll figure out how to get it banned. I don’t want to be bothered with this on the news; if it sounds like a bad idea up front, then the inevitable evening news story about this a month from now is really going to annoy me. And I don’t even watch the evening news anymore. I’ve outsmarted the news; I know what’s going to be on before they do.


One of the few things parents can control is what their children buy online; if you take that away, look for all kinds of unethical things to happen. Yes, I do realize that there are definitely some upsides to this sort of thing, but the downsides? The downsides are embodied in the idea that a parent won’t know what their 13 year-old is buying. How do you get your money back if junior blows a few hundred bucks this way? Joe Sixpack, be prepared to see your kids spend all your grocery money on virtual scratching posts for a kitty that doesn’t exist.


Isn’t that how we make money in this country now? By providing an expensive time-waster so that young people can spend all of their money on intangibles that don’t actually exist? And they wonder why we’re absolutely screwed as a society.


As the man once said, we are amusing ourselves to death.

Warren Sapp Ends His Own Career



Goodbye, Warren Sapp:
Sources have told FanHouse that Warren Sapp will no longer be an analyst for NFL Network following his arrest Saturday.

Sapp was scheduled to be part of the Super Bowl XLIV coverage for Sunday's game between the Colts and Saints.

The former NFL star was arrested after an alleged domestic violence incident at a Miami Beach hotel, police said. Sapp was charged with one count of misdemeanor domestic battery and is expected to appear before a Miami-Dade County judge Sunday.

Miami Beach police spokesman Juan Sanchez said the domestic violence allegation was reported around noon Saturday and detectives interviewed Sapp later in the day.

According to an arrest affidavit, the victim had a swollen knee and bruises on her back. She was taken to Mount Sinai Medical Center following the alleged incident.

The woman told detectives that she was partying with Sapp and her friends at the hotel and asked for his room key when she grew tired. The woman claims that Sapp woke her up, and, following an argument, choked her and pushed her down on a couch.

The affidavit states that Sapp questioned her about men she listed on her cell phone before throwing her down again as the argument escalated. At one point, according to the woman's account, Sapp sent her a text message that said, "You whore."
Yeah, that's how you do it. Always send a text message so that you can't deny it later.

How is This Even Ethical?


Allow me to put on my 'old scold' jersey.

Do you really think it's a good idea to put the pressure of playing college football on the shoulders of a kid who is 13 years old? I certainly don't. Lane Kiffin has now done it twice.

He did it at Tennessee and
now he's now done it with the USC Trojans:
Go ahead and laugh, but this time, Lane Kiffin may have outfoxed us.

Kiffin's scholarship offer to a 13-year-old seventh grader has turned into a national joke, right down to the obligatory Chris Hansen/Dateline NBC references. It's positively hilarious that Kiffin -- whose just-spell-my-name-right style of attention-grabbing recruiting has earned him a reputation bigger than his 7-6 record as a college head coach -- would promise a scholarship in the class of 2015 to a player who might not shave for three more years.

I'll admit it. I chuckled, too. Until I searched for David Sills on YouTube. Then everything made sense.

The description of the clip touts the Bear, Del., quarterback prodigy as "the best young phenom since Tiger Woods." (Get your minds out of the gutter, sickos.) The clip itself is a 117-second commercial for DreamMaker, the newest project for quarterback guru Steve Clarkson, whose past students include Matt Leinart, Jimmy Clausen and Matt Barkley.

Let's not discount the fact that Sills is a promising young quarterback who, at 11, was profiled on this site. But even if Sills stops growing and remains stuck at 6-feet, even if he never throws a football one mile per hour faster, Kiffin has accomplished his mission. He has done a huge favor for Clarkson, whose DreamMaker project is a made-for-TV event, an American Idol for quarterbacks. We all know how rich Simon Cowell is, so if I'm Clarkson, I'm eternally grateful to Kiffin, whose scholarship offer to Sills made the ESPN crawl and sent college football fans scrambling to the Web to find video of the kid.

I don't care if the young man becomes the best quarterback in the land--that's not the point. The point is, how the hell do you, ethically and otherwise, recruit a 13 year-old to play in a sport five or six years from now?

You don't.

Shame on the NCAA for not having a basic rule in place to prevent this sort of nonsense.

Pete Townshend Defends Himself


Roger Daltrey, Left, and Pete Townshend, Right (2008)


If you're like me, and I believe that I am like me, then you want the Superbowl over already. I'm not invested in the game; I just want to watch it, enjoy it, have some peanuts and some crackers and cheese, and get it over with.


Pete Townshend probably wants it over with as well:



The Who gave an energetic, acoustic preview of Sunday's Super Bowl halftime show Thursday- but things turned serious when Pete Townshend defended himself against some children's advocates who say he should not be performing.


"I've been really saddened by it, and concerned about it. It's an issue that's very difficult to deal with in sound bites," the legendary guitarist said at an NFL news conference dedicated to the Super Bowl's entertainers, including Carrie Underwood and Queen Latifah.


"I kind of feel like we're all on the same side, I guess that's all I can really say," he said.


Townshend was arrested in 2003 in Britain as part of a child pornography sting but later cleared. He accessed a Web site containing child pornography but said it was for research for his own campaign against child porn. He was required to register as a sex offender, despite being cleared.


Because of that, groups like Protect Our Children have protested the choice of The Who, the legendary group featuring Townshend and Roger Daltrey.


But Townshend said he has been a children's advocate for decades and alluded to his own confession of being abused as a child.


"For a family that has suffered the issue of childhood abuse or anything of that sort, vigilance, common sense vigilance is the most important thing, not vigilantism," he said. "Anybody that has any doubts about whether I should be here or not should investigate a little bit further."



I've already said--if the law says Townshend has to register, fine and dandy. He has to register. He should be treated like everyone else.


It's not clear to me now, however, that he even has to register in this country. We used to have a thing where if you have paid your debt to society, then that's all well and good. Townshend is in perfect legal standing with the authorities in Britain; why does that then mean he cannot perform here in this country?

Roger Maris is Still the Home Run King

Mickey Mantle, Doris Day, Cary Grant, and Roger Maris

I can't say it enough, and now, someone is helping me say it:
A North Dakota billboard company has erected a pair of signs in Fargo honoring local hero Roger Maris, whose record 61 home runs in 1961 have long been clouded with an asterisk.

Because he clubbed the homers in more games than Babe Ruth's record 60, the baseball Hall of Fame has never recognized his feat, much less admitted him to Cooperstown.

And the "61 in '61" (his epitaph in a Fargo cemetery) accomplishment was eclipsed in 1998 when McGwire hit 70 dingers.

Owners of Newman Outdoor Advertising decided to rectify what they see as a historical disservice to Maris, a Hibbing native who died in 1985.



"He's our boy -- Fargo's golden boy," said company executive Russ Newman, who got to know Maris in the early 1980s "and became really enamored of him. He was such a gentleman."

The billboards feature a picture of Maris during his days as a New York Yankee and the slogan, "Fargo's Maris 'Legitimate' Home Run King."

In a word, yes. Yes, he is.

Give it a rest, Gilbert


If you had it in your mind that you were some kind of a role model, why would you own hundreds of guns and then brandish one in the locker room?
Suspended Washington Wizards star Gilbert Arenas's biggest regret about the locker room gun showdown and its aftermath is how he let down children.

In an op-ed piece posted on the Washington Post's Web site Monday afternoon, Arenas wrote:

I am trying hard to right my wrongs. The one that will be hardest to make right is the effect my actions have had on kids who see NBA players as role models.


In the op-ed, a step toward reshaping his public image, Arenas expressed remorse and wrote about the importance of gun responsibility.

I understand the importance of teaching nonviolence to kids in today's world. Guns and violence are serious problems, not joking matters -- a lesson that's been brought home to me over the past few weeks.


Arenas said he acknowledged his mistakes in a letter to D.C. Public Schools students last week.

He pledged to help spread the word about the importance of nonviolence.

That's all well and good. Now, demonstrate through your actions that this isn't a joke, or a stunt, or something your lawyer told you to write.

Really, it's not that hard. Just do the right thing from now on. Preferably, far from where I live, though. I have no problem with Gilbert Arenas the man, or the basketball player. I have a problem with Gilbert Arenas the reckless owner of hundreds of guns.