Monthly Archives: August 2002


QUOTE OF THE DAY: “I love ‘Triumph the Insult Comic Dog.’ And I was more concerned for Triumph’s well-being. If Eminem wants to pick on someone, fine, pick on me, but don’t diss the dog-puppet. Triumph the dog-puppet is my hero. That’s the sole reason that I went to the [awards show] . . . I love that little dog-puppet.” -Moby, after Eminem’s squad of goons threatened both him and the famed sock puppet, at the Video Music Awards.

GAME ON!!!: Finally… the subject

GAME ON!!!: Finally… the subject I have written about more than any other since the inception of this blog has been resolved. After a marathon negotiating session which lasted for nearly 24 hours, the baseball players and owners have agreed on a four-year Collective Bargaining Agreement that will avert the threatened baseball strike. Whether the agreement will accomplish its stated purpose of restoring competetive balance to the game remains to be seen, but what is undisputed is that all the darkness that has plagued the game off the field in the past few years can now be swept away, and the game will finally return to the center stage, where it belongs.
I was glued to the television until I fell asleep at 3 AM last night, and throughout the night I awoke at least once per hour in order to turn on the TV and hear ESPN’s Jayson Stark speak the ugly words “no deal yet.” The same held once I woke up in the morning, though while listening to WFAN on the way to work, I heard a caller eloquently speak about how he had lost two relatives on September 11, and the only thing that had kept him going was knowing that he could still watch the Yankees every night. I flipped on the radio again at 12:30 to hear the wonderful news that a deal had been reached.
As a baseball fan, I am thrilled by the day’s events. And as a Minnesota Twins fan, I’m absolutely ecstatic. Sometime next week we will get to enjoy the great, great sight of the Twins clinching their first division championship since 1991, followed by a sure-to-be-exciting playoff run. (And even if the Twins don’t advance to the World Series, perhaps the equally small-market Oakland A’s will). The increased revenue sharing can only help the team in the future, and the lack of a strike, coupled with that playoff run, also increases the likelihood of a new Minnesota stadium. And last but not least, the agreement states that contraction cannot happen before 2006. So now that threat is gone as well; guess that proves that Bud Selig was bluffing all along.
Let’s hope Bud sees this agreement, the first ever negotiated without a work stoppage, as a suitable legacy and therefore decides to resign as baseball commissioner immediately. Then, our glorious day will be complete.


DON’T SHOW THE KIDS: Next time someone asks me why, as a generally liberal person, I am a supporter of Israel, I’ll tell them about this: Something called the Palestinian Journalists Syndicate is demanding that international photographers refrain from photographing Palestinian children carrying weapons and participating in terrorist operations, because such photographs harm the Palestinian cause and “violate the rights of children.”
Isn’t that precious? The Palestinians have parades in which they dress their preschool-aged children as suicide bombers, and send their teenagers to blow up restaurants and cafes, and when Western (as well as Palestinian) journalists expose such savagery they’re the ones “violating the rights of children”? Then again, it’s hard to take a Journalists Syndicate seriously when it comes from a non-democratic non-country in which the government wishes to control all press, as well as all thought.


MTV AWARDS BOTH SLIM, SHADY: That was the headline I came up with for my college paper’s review of the 1999 Video Music Awards- and whaddya know, the same applies to the ’02 version as well.
The show began with a performance by Bruce Springsteen and ended with the “triumphant” return of Guns ‘n’ Roses, so in that sense it looked no different from the 1987 VMAs. But unfortunately the rest of the show was overly saturated with the likes of Justin Timberlake, P.O.D., P. Diddy, Linkin Park, Jennifer Lopez, and the sorry trio of Ja Rule, Nas, and Ashanti. We were treated to an entertaining “Battle of the Bands” between the Hives and the Vines (Hives win, hands down), host Jimmy Fallon did the best he could with less-than-brilliant material, and (best of all) Fred Durst was not in the building. But there’s just no excuse that in a year in which we saw the debuts of The Strokes, The White Stripes, Norah Jones, John Mayer, and numerous neo-soul figures, the Best New Artist award goes to… Avril Lavigne?
Eminem, as usual, was the evening’s big winner, and as he is currently the most important artist in all of popular music and his “Without Me” video was expertly made, I can’t say he didn’t deserve it. I also liked Em’s performance on the telecast (in which he sang “White America” in what appeared to be a State of the Union address-based set), although he gave up some points by simultaneously insulting both Moby and Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. I can’t wait for the inevitable anti-Triumph dis on the next Slim Shady album.
G’n’R’s return was a nice surprise, and while they didn’t sound bad, the question of whether the band that took the stage tonight can accurately be called “Guns ‘n’ Roses” is questionable at best, as Axl was the lone original member on stage (Rose did try make up for this, however, as he is now roughly the size of two 1987 Axl Roses).
PS: No reference was made on the telecast to the Ludacris/Bill O’Reilly controversy, although Luda was in attendance, and at one point his likeness appeared in two consecutive commercials (one a spot for the upcoming “Real World Las Vegas,” and the second for the upcoming Tom Green movie “Stealing Harvard” in which his song “Rollout” was used). And when the show returned from commercial break, the intro music was another Ludacris rap, “Move.” I’m looking forward to Bill O’Reilly’s upcoming boycotts of MTV, the Las Vegas tourism board, Radio City Music Hall, Fox Searchlight Pictures, and Harvard University.


COUNTDOWN TO EXTINCTION: It’s 1:45 AM at this writing, and players and owners are still negotiating in New York to attempt to avoid a baseball work stoppage. I had originally planned to stay up until a deal was either reached or a strike declared, but now that they’re saying talks could go ’til morning, I may give up on that by 2. This has the feeling right now of a presidential election, in which it may take until the wee hours of morning before we know the results. But more ominously, the last time I sat rapt in such suspense over a negotiation between historical enemies, it was 2000’s Camp David summit between Ehud Barak and Yasser Arafat, and we all know how that one turned out. Let’s hope Bud Selig doesn’t walk away from a sweetheart deal and later encourage the owners to blow themselves up. Though on second thought, perhaps, let’s hope he does.