My New York Press column for the week is right here.
“Nobody is asking for or expects blind faith. But if the only alternative is bitterness and outright anger because the team fell short of winning the Super Bowl, then frankly I have no idea why people bother following sports… My position is that no reasonable, thinking human being can make a defensible argument that firing Reid or changing quarterbacks would improve the Eagles’ chances next year. I do think Reid has lost some of the benefit of the doubt he’d earned and that his moves warrant more scrutiny, but calling him a failure is just plain immature.”
–Phil Sheridan, in the Inquirer, making a rare argument for sanity and perspective in the Philadelphia sports market.
News Item: Police Bust “Strip Club on Wheels” Outside Bucs Game
Yes, they were operating a strip club inside a mobile home. Only in Tampa.
There’s a long, fascinating piece about Roger Ebert in the current Chicago magazine that’s highly illuminating about the critic and what makes him tick.
Did you know Ebert used to be an alcoholic before quitting 25 years ago? That he’s survived cancer three different times? That he wrote several films for Russ Meyer, other than “Beyond the Valley of the Dolls,” that were never made? That the “Ebert & Roeper” hasn’t made money in years? (I blame Roeper). All that and more- the piece is long, but worth your time.
Geoffrey Norman of the Weekly Standard writes that the loss of the Terrell Owens appeal means trouble for American unions (which, since it’s the Standard, is in Norman’s eyes a good thing).
Not sure I buy that- the millionaire vs. billionaire conflicts inherent in sports labor disputes tend to have little to no resemblance whatsoever to their real-life counterparts, and I don’t remember any solidarity between, say the AFL-CIO and the MLB Players’ Association. Besides, there’s no way any other union, private-sector or public, could ever dream of the success these days that the MLBPA has enjoyed for decades. Interesting analysis, nonetheless.
TO was actually on my friend LilB’s plane heading down to Atlanta over Thanksgiving, though he reports that Owens did not rush the cockpit mid-flight and demand a renegotiation of his ticket fare.
Bill Simmons will be doing a book signing at the Borders on Broad St. at 5:30 next Wednesday (December 5). Can’t wait, especially because of Bill’s especially contentious relationship with the Philly fans over the years.
News Item: Wrestling’s Ric Flair Arrested in Road-Rage Incident.
Flair reportedly grabbed another man by the throat and later kicked his car, though there’s no indication he placed the man in the figure-four. The mug shot is a beaut, although they didn’t let him put his robe on for it.
And yes, I realize this is the first wrestling post I’ve done in the last year that didn’t involve somebody dying.
Oh yes it does! Galley Slaves (of all blogs) also linked to this list of wrestling obituaries, and I was sorry to hear of the passing, just last month, of The Crusher, the legendary AWA/Minnesota competitor from the ’60s who was unquestionably my dad’s favorite wrestler of all time. The Crusher, real name Reggie Lisowski, was crushing beer cans against his head when Stone Cold Steve Austin was in preschool.