Middling Thoughts On Reggie Bush And Ines Sainz Episodes

By Beaker

Just wanted to impart my words of pseudo-wisdom on a couple of stories plaguing the sports world.

One is the plot where Reggie Bush has given back the Heisman Trophy. This decision has the media questioning his motives. I think the debate about whether or not it’s genuine misses the overall point. When he committed his faux pas he was 17.

Seventeen.

Old enough to tell the difference between right and wrong but not old enough to have developed his own sense of wisdom. Seriously, what sort of life experience did he (or any athlete in that position for that matter) have when faced with the greedy, cut throat world of sports? It’s well established that the cognitive development of a person where reasoning is secure doesn’t happen until their 20 years old.

Teenagers are just that: Impressionable babies in transition into adulthood. He was vulnerable to those who held influence over him. If the people he love and trust steered him in a certain direction, what did you expect him to do?

Now we play the morality game? Sure, part of the problem was the cover up and lie when confronted with the facts but it’s easier said than done.

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Never heard of this Ines Sainz chick but I’m a little tired of hot girls marketing themselves as such crying foul when they’re treated shabbily.

Not condoning misogyny here. No sir. Leave that to ESPN and it’s obsession with rappers. Everybody must be treated with respect.

Just saying spare me when you go around feeling biceps and expecting to be treated with total professionalism. THIS IS PRO SPORTS. These are not guys who are going to discuss Cicero’s political philosophy or offer insights into how to solve an economic recession.

Athletes are men with lotsa, you know, raw energy. They’re going to cross lines sometimes. Asking them to continue the cherade, half naked after a football practice or hockey game only begs that from time to time they’ll bust out with some less than flattering comments.

Time for sports media to get real.

When you blur sexy girls with journalism you’re only leaving yourself open to problems. I think the NFL and the New York Jets acted appropriately and indeed we shouldn’t tolerate any maltreatment of journalists of any gender (I include aliens here) or race but sometimes…sometimes it’s not the athlete’s fault.

They’re too easy a target.


Plugging Bad Boys Beneath ESPN

By Ant Supernova

I was watching Around the Horn earlier today and was surprised to hear host Tony Reali (a paesano, come va fra-teh!) mention that Lil’Wayne predicted Rafael Nadal and Kim Clijsters would win the U.S. Open…from jail.

As if he’s the only one who made that call. Why bother to mention it?

How to put this gently?

Is he and ESPN off their fucking rockers? Nona, ma, slap Reali with a sfogliatelle!  Jesus, what’s with this fascination with criminals? I really don’t give a veal’s Marsala what these dudes (and I’m sure they’re alright guys)  think let alone having a major network give them a plug. It’s, well, irresponsible. 

When will ESPN grow up and shed this childish infatuation with those who do no good for society at large?

But hey. Snoop Dog has managed so…I guess it’s what the people want.


Riding With Fangio

Video of F1 legend Argentine Juan Manuel Fangio in his Maserati. Likely a 4CL.

Cover pic by painter Alberto Ponno.


Stock Car Rooted In Americana

Nascar Ranting And Raving

By Track Girl

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Moonshining honed racing skills

These last two weeks have been a madhouse (sadly, not Bowman-Gray) for me. I got called to Portland, Oregon for a consulting gig last week and then while I was there I got a call from a lovely lady named Sheryl who is the founder of  the Helle Nice Foundation. Helle Nice was a French female race car driver in the 1930′s who came over and hit a circuit of race tracks. The Foundation found me and needed emergency research on the tracks that she had raced at during her stay in the good old United States. They were almost all fairground dirt tracks, with a board track thrown in there too. 

My knowledge of the European traditions that inspired early American racing is more attuned to the beginnings of stock car traditions, but I do know my tracks and was able to help out. Before I write my little piece for tonight, I want to give you a few websites. Here is the Helle Nice Foundation; they are laying a memorial marker at Helle’s unmarked grave this weekend in France. And boy, friends, do I wish I could go too! 

Here are some of the folks that helped me out a whole bunch with last minute research. They have some great forums to dig through! Go say hi! 3WidePIctureVault  and the folks over at LocalRaceChat  Actually, I have loads of links to people if anyone is interested. 

Let’s talk a little bit about Georgia and a little bit of a different kind of heritage, shall we?

The infamous number of moonshiners in the Georgia and the well known Lakewood Speedway outside of Atlanta formed the base for stock car racing in Georgia. Since it opened in 1906, Lakewood Speedway hosted open-wheel racing; eventually the track soon became a popular venue for local stock cars as well.

Lakewood Speedway hosted one of the first organized stock car races in the United States. Bill France’s pre-NASCAR organization, the National Championship Stock Car Circuit, held the first stock car race here in 1938. The gifted racer and notorious moonshine runner Lloyd Seay won this first race. Lakewood Speedway also hosted the final stock car race before World War II, on November 2, 1941. A national ban on automobile racing was instated for the duration of World War II, as the resources of both man and machine were needed elsewhere. The last pre-war stock car race was held as a memorial event to honor Lloyd Seay. After winning a race at the speedway a month earlier, Seay’s cousin shot and killed him following an argument over moonshine revenues.

NASCAR hosted stock car races here from 1951 until the 1959 but the Lakewood Speedway no longer exists; the track is visible at the end of the popular movie Smokey and the Bandit but was abandoned and partially demolished in 1989. Today, the only NASCAR Cup racing in Georgia is at the modernized Atlanta Motor Speedway, a one and a half mile speedway built in 1960.

Illegal liquor did not have a role in the personal history of every early stock car driver, but to dismiss the legacy of moonshine is to dismiss an extraordinary part of stock car racing history. Some of NASCAR’s earliest heroes were involved in running moonshine, “learning driving skills and honing instincts that would transfer perfectly to racing.” For some, the transition from the dangerous curves of the roads to the dirt turns of a race track came easily. “We didn’t have no tickets, no safety equipment, no fences, no nothing,” recounts Tim Flock, a Georgia moonshiner and two time NASCAR Grand National Champion, “just a bunch of bootleggers who’d been arguing all week about who had the fastest car would get together and prove it.”  (Golenbeck; American Zoom, p217)

It is a continuing argument whether the relationship between the moonshine culture of the South and the early development of NASCAR is an exaggeration of a small facet or whether it was indeed a major influence on the history of stock car racing.

I for one, think that it is a very interesting part of our racing heritage. Does anyone have any good moonshine stories? Anyone ever been to the Shine to Wine Festival in North Wilkesboro or to the Georgia Moonshine Festival? My great grandpop had a still on his farm in Connecticut, but that’s a far cry from Southern racing traditions. Anyone have a bootlegger turned race car driver in their family tree? 

Cover Pic from Atlanta Motor Speedway.


Mayweather’s Yellow Comments Met With Silence

By Beaker

Floyd Mayweather jr. is some kind of character. A great boxer indeed, but an orator he’s not.

After expressing a racist diatribe directed at Manny Pacquiao leading to a reaction from the Filipino American Association, Mayweather opened up an interesting racial double-standard.

What did he say? In part, here’s a quote from ESPN:

“As soon as we come off vacation, we’re going to cook that little yellow chump,” Mayweather said of Pacquiao, whom he has refused to fight after two rounds of failed negotiations.

Among his other comments, Mayweather said, “Once I stomp the midget, I’ll make that mother f—– make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice.”

He later apologized. It should be the end of that. Unfortunately, when it comes to matter of race, it never is.

Aside from this, Mayweather consistently claims, in a character assassination, Manny Pacquiao uses steroids without ever bothering to provide evidence.

Maybe Mayweather wasn’t intending to be racist or stereotypical but it came off that way. And quite frankly, it’s hard to defend what he said. Imagine if Pacquiao had said, “I’m gonna have me some fried chicken and watermelon on Mayweather’s back while he sings the blues on the porch?” I betcha Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton would be on the evening news before you can say, “yo bitch!” 

With black activists like the NAACP ready to capitalize upon any attack directed at African-Americans, it must make their faces blush a little to have to listen to one of their own spew nonsense, no?

These swords cut both ways – and they run deep.

Of course, the silence is deafening – from liberals of course. You wouldn’t want it any other way with them. Imus, Richards and Schelissinger all faced scorn and the wrath of racial hucksters but somehow Mayweather gets a free pass?

If Americans – indeed any society – is serious about eradicating racism (a goal I’m not sure is attainable. Call me a skeptic), then it begins with being honest. As long as there’s a double-standard, wounds won’t heal and racial sensitivities will remain.


Canada Crashes Out At FIBA

A 0-5 record, including a loss to Lebanon, at the FIBA leaves Canadian basketball in utter tatters. How can a country with an NBA team make such a poor account of itself on the international stage?

I’m not much interested in blaming the players. They do their best – as we saw against a stronger opponent in France. In fact, I think we’re beyond blame at this point. Rather, like we do with the Canadian Soccer Association (CSA), we must put pressure on the powers that be to get this thing right moving forward. If they don’t, they must be held accountable. Pure and simple.

For too long this country has wallowed in mediocrity in sports much of the world cares about. Those being basketball and soccer. And to a lesser extent, baseball. It’s fine to be mad about hockey, but are Canadians that parochial to care only about one sport to the detriment of others?

In the aftermath of the Sydney Olympic games, Canadians voiced their displeasure following a rather paltry performance that saw our athletes rake in three gold medals; 14 in total. It was something I never saw in Canadians. They demanded to at least try and be the best. To aim to win medals is not a bad thing. It’s one thing to proudly participate but quite another to not be able to compete. It was wonderful to see the ‘Own the Podium’ program render some results at the Vancouver Winter games. The country won an unprecedented 14 gold medals to lead all nations and were third overall. Though they came short of the committee’s target of first.

Baby steps. It was a great result and the country took notice.

Canada has the talent and resources to be a power in several sports. Far from an expert I am, but there seems to be something drastically wrong somewhere. Is it the commitment? Funding? Development and scouting? Why is Canada dysfunctional in basketball and soccer despite the talent available?

I don’t have the answers to these. The CSA, a sport I watch rather closely, baffles me to no end. I just wanted to voice my displeasure and to lend my hope that one day Canada can be like Australia. They’re a power in tennis and swimming and the Olympic. They have competitive basketball and baseball teams, now produce world class cyclists and aren’t taken lightly in soccer anymore.

All with 21 million people. Canada has 33.

Time to wake up and push ourselves.


Is That Really Ana Ivanovic?

By Leigh Sanders

Watching my TV set yesterday evening as the sun began setting behind the beautiful South Wales hills, I watched a tanned little beauty dismantling Chinese star Zheng Jie, the No. 21 seed.

As I watched a confident young lady slam home some powerful forehands and completely dismantle her opponent’s second serve I saw a little fist pumping the air in celebration.

 Hang on… is that Ana Ivanovic?

After capturing the 2008 French Open Championships big things were expected of the pin-up with the winning smile. But it didn’t quite happen. And the pressure of expectation lead to a gargantuan loss of confidence and the former world No. 1, who was the top seed here in NY two years ago, recently crashed to as low as No. 65 in the world.

She had lost her past two meeting with Zheng and one had been that Wimbledon first round encounter where the Chinese flyer dismantled Ivanovic 6-3, 6-0 in 55 minutes.

So how sweet revenge must have been for a girl who has fought hard to dispel Kournikova-style quips about style over substance.

Sports giants Adidas have recently included Ivanovic as a prominent face in their worldwide advertising campaigns and although you cannot deny her looks played a part it is still testament to her ability and this boost seems to have worked wonders with that flaky confidence.

At last year’s Open, I sat on Grandstand Court in the early evening where the No. 11 seed Ivanovic faced the unseeded Ukrainian Kateryna Bondarenko in the first round. Having lost the first set she rallied to take the second 6-3 and was two breaks up in the third.

Confident I had seen Ivanovic close the match out I left my seat to gain a good vantage point on Ashe for Andy Murray’s upcoming evening match. When it came through on the big screen that Ivanovic had in fact lost that final set I could only laugh in disbelief.

But this year it all looks so different. Having gained some good results on the US hard courts running up to this Open, she reached the semifinals in Cincy, this looks like the Ivanovic of old.

She is moving quickly, her shot selection is almost spot on. She seems less susceptible to tantrums on court and seems far more in control of her emotions and her belief in her own ability.

Her only real remaining problem on show was that ball toss. On occasion she was tossing and dropping the ball three times before a serve without as much as a wave of apology to her opponent. This gained a few murmurs of disapproval from the crowd.

But, most tellingly, these mumblings didn’t affect her game and she soon had them back onside with some sweeping passing shots that had Zheng squealing in disbelief in the searing East Coast heat. Maybe only six months ago the first grumbles may have led to an Ivanovic collapse.

Recently Ana has reignited her feud with fellow Serb Jelena Jankovic who recently mimicked Ivanovic’s fist pump on court in a dig at her Fed Cup teammate. But rather than shrink at the criticism and shrivel back in to her shell Ana should just take it on the chin as a compliment.

Jealousy and fear are dangerous in sport and Ana has obviously done enough to rile her rivals. With the women’s draw looking so open this year could we have another unseeded winner in 2010?

I don’t think she’s quite ready for that yet. I can’t personally see past the Dane Caroline Wozniacki or Kim Clijsters retaining her crown.

But with the heat playing havoc with most players out there, just look at Azarenka, you can never say never.

Imagine the fist pumps we’d be seeing then!


Jackie Robinson’s Obscure Scorecard

History Detectives looked into a scorecard for a barnstorming game in 1946. It’s a most interesting investigation and explores the world of Robinson, barnstorm games and intergration.

Here’s a direct link to the video.


Clemens, Mariotti: Now The Shoe Is On The Other Foot

By Beaker

I’ve been away. Like you care. But I felt I should check in for my reader (Hi, mom. The voices haven’t stopped I’m afraid) and offer a couple of thoughts about Roger Clemens and Jay Mariotti.

First, Clemens. Guy is a mean, egotistical asshole from what I’ve read and observed over the years. He sounds a lot like Barry Bonds. What guys – and the people who personally know them – don’t quite grasp is what they do in private essentially doesn’t exist when it comes to public perception since we’re not privy to it. Once they step out of their private cubby holes they become public domain and what they say and do before our eyes is “reality.”

Therefore when they act incredulously, or in the case of Clemens lie under oath, that’s the image they’re portrayng to the public. It’s not smart PR to say the least.

People sense that and when it comes to pleading before fans and casual observers alike, they shouldn’t expect any sympathy or even understanding. What comes around goes around.

Now, it should be noted, in my humble opinion (whatever the going rate for that is these days), Congress should never have stuck its collective noses into the whole steroid problem in baseball. The whole point was to get ball players to admit using drugs. They didn’t get that – at least in Bonds, Clemens and Mark McGwire’s case – instead they pinched Clemens on purgury or lying to Congress. It’s a pointless exercise and waste of time and money.

It says here on my compooooter there are far more pressing matters in America. 

The case of Jay Mariotti is different in that he didn’t lie to Congress or take drugs, rather he allegedly smacked around his girlfriend. Nonetheless, it’s still a case of a negative persona clashing with public perception. Mariotti, though, coulda been a great Congressman given he’s made a career being a finger wagging “do as I say not as I do” cantankerous moralizer. Sounds a lot like a crusading politician with a penchant for censorship to me. He should start cracking and knock on some doors. November is right around the corner.

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Seriously. Should we really care?

This is the sad fact of our poorly ventilated fish bowl lives these days. At the click of a button everyone and anybody and anything under the sun, stars and moon, not just the rich and famous, can end up on Vimo or Youtube.

Why do we consume gossip so much? People take glee (for whatever reasons including jealousy) in watching perceived jerks get clipped. That’s a fact. Who knows what’s the psychology of this? However, people who have built up a respected reputation too have been torn down by our infinite graving for gossip. It can take a lifetime building credibility and goodwill and but a single moment to destroy it and all the goodwill to go with it. At that point, you may as well be a leper seeking Jesus.

A guy can be great in public and be a master of slithering around working the room and do the same thing as Clemens and Mariotti yet people will be far more willing to listen despite committing the same indiscretions or felonies. He “seems” so nice. Don’t under estimate the power of “coming off nice.” My wife who holds two masters and possesses a natural intelligence and powerful intellect still comes with a “I can’t believe that “Hollyood couple” are divorcing! They seemed perfect!”

We crave. There’s something about celebrity (of which I include athletes) voyeurism people get off on. It’s like an aphrodisiac. And the media – thought you were going to get away with it, eh? – are all too willing to satisfy our appetite. They come with hors d’oeuvres, antipasto, first and second entrees and dolce in one full swoop. I’ve always asked myself why certain writers are employed to begin with. Some of their stuff is so puerile and frighteningly generic it makes me wonder what the heck is going on in the minds of sports editors.

I realize one can be a great writer and be a jerkoff, but when a person is universally reviled he’d (or she) better offer insights that surpasses anything out there. You have to really get a guy like me to say, “Yeah, I’d punch him but holy shit he makes a great point and writes like he’s possessed by Dante’s soul.”

Does Mariotti fit that mould to be have been employed by big companies? What makes him so special to be on ATH being the character he is? Or is it exactly because of his polarizing personality he gets so many gigs?

In any event, these days, Mariotti is just another voice on the internet. True, not many get to be on PTI or ATH but that’s only important if you think the opinion-express begins and ends there. Don’t get me going on the access thing. And the blog versus mainstream journalism debate. That’s for another time.

Mariotti and Clemens are just two examples of two unlikeable guys who didn’t comprehend the reality that when you’re a celebrity the request for privacy is a suggestion if not loose request. You can’t on one end feed a naricissistic impulse to further a career that makes you fabulously rich and expect to be left alone at McDonald’s. It’s just unrealistic. 

Now they must live with the whimsical wrath of fickle individuals.


Maxim Drags ESPN’S Standards Down

By Beaker

We don’t generally single out articles or writers here at SP (if we did we’d have to change our format because heaven knows how much crap is out there)  but sometimes -sometimes- some are so puerile they need to be called out.

Take this absolutely pointless ”article” from Jemele Hill on ESPN’s Page 2. First of all, who gives Betty White’s ass about Maxim if you’re a sports fan? Second, what was the editorial staff thinking?

You know, I spend a lot of time reading and researching sports. The least I expect from the “world wide leader in sports” with resources that exceed small countries is to not insult my quasi-challenged intelligence. It’s inexcusable a site of this repute embarks on such a route.

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Oh dear, Timmy made a mess of the couch again

And enough with effen Halle Berry already. Chill out. It’s from a magazine whose sole purpose is to form erections leading to sticky messes in bathrooms and couches everywhere. Lists are almost always shitty in the wrong hands. Heck, I just looked at Rolling Stone’s magazines top 500 songs of all-time and I thought I was reading a comedy. Dunno how ‘Sugar, Sugar’ didn’t make the list.

Anyways, I expect Hill to make an appearance on Around The Horn shortly.

Since I’m on it, we’re big soccer fans here at SP and I’ve been meaning to post a link to ESPN’s Bill Simmons take on the World Cup on Page 2.

Awful.

Lotsa wasted words and space.

The thing that pisses me off is we’re then fed anti-blog rants from the likes of Costas and Wilbon yet we’re supposed to tolerate anything coming from the sports masters? I’m no Bill Bergen, but I’m going to disagree with them on that (blogs are dangerous to journalistic quality and integrity) point.

 The way I see it, whenever ESPN or any sports paper posts stuff that doesn’t remotely enlighten (I want to be constantly learning not wondering if a writer is mixing in Tequila with their Gatorade), it’s far worse than anything a blog can do.