Monthly Archives: October 2007

Why the Apology?

News Item: Lions’ Kitna Apologizes For “Naked Coach” Costume
The team Halloween party attire, in which Kitna dressed as a “naked man” and his wife portrayed a fast food employee, was a reference to the arrest last year in which Lions defensive line coach Joe Cullen was arrested for driving drunk -and nude- through an area Wendy’s drivethrough.
Kitna and his wife were also the target of other costumers; a teammate and his wife showed up at the same party dressed as “Bible-thumpers.”

Anti-MoDo Quote of the Day

Scott Lemieux, of Lawyers, Guns and Money, on the latest nonsense from America’s worst op-ed columnist, laying waste to…:

The latest bit of vacuous misogyny from Maureen Dowd, whose presence on a major op-ed page remains and will always be an absolute disgrace. A couple more points are worth emphasizing. First, none of this has the slightest shred of substantive significance; the idea (also now being propounded by Slate) that pop-psych anecdotes about people’s marriages tell us anything interesting about a presidential candidate’s performance is nothing but a cover for journalists who prefer lazy gossip to actually doing their jobs. The second is that Dowd, as always, doesn’t seem to understand feminism. Not only is feminism (to use Jessica Valenti’s line) not Maureen Dowd’s dating service, most intelligent feminists understand that feminism does not provide any single answer to the question “what should you do if your husband gets a blowjob from somebody else?” Some feminists are in open marriages. Some forgive adultery as anybody in a long-term relationship has to forgive some mistakes. Some will find it intolerable and leave. Feminism is a way of evaluating a relationship, not (leaving aside violence, etc.) a set of one-size-fits-all answers about how to deal with every situation. And finally, it should be obvious (and this is the biggest reason why such analysis is so useless) that Clinton would have been condemned no matter what she did. If she had left her husband, she would be a cold man-hating shrew with no respect for the institution of marriage; since she stayed with her husband, she’s somehow an ambitious schemer who is betraying feminism (which is not betrayed, apparently, by sexist smears on her candidacy in the New York Times.) She can’t win.

Robert Goulet, RIP

The legendary crooner died last night at the age of 73. Sure, I know I’m being a philistine for saying this, but I primarily remember Goulet for four things: His great ESPN college basketball commercials in the mid-’90s, his role as villain Quentin Hapsburg* in the underrated “Naked Gun 2 1/2,” his brilliant Emerald Nuts commercials from earlier this year, and (of course) Will Ferrell’s ingenious impression of him:

*No, Goulet didn’t really die like this.


I think it’s safe to say I’m not so excited about the upcoming NBA season. After all, according to Sports Illustrated, the team in my hometown (the Wolves) is the worst in the Western Conference, while the one in my adopted hometown (the Sixers) is the Least in the East. But despite all that, I enjoyed Awful Announcing’s compilation of every team’s slogan, along with better ideas for each.

Minny Roundup

Im back in Philadelphia after a long weekend visiting family and friends in Minnesota; heres some thoughts on what happened on the trip, and in the world at large in the past five days:
– Yes, I saw the Larry Craig mens room in the airport, though we passed it at 1:30 in the morning and I didnt feel like going in. I love that its right next to the big Snoopy statue, one of many throughout the Twin Cities area.
– As for the other big Minnesota story of this year, we went and looked at the site of the bridge collapse. Luckily, there are other bridges right nearby on either side of it, so traffic has been minimally disturbed. But everyone seemed sort of disappointed that my wife, a professional bridge engineer, wasnt able to rebuild the bridge all by herself. I had to tell them it doesn’t quite work that way.
– Like I’ve said before, every time Im in town theres some big local crime story that has everyone captivated; this time, its the Minneapolis woman who was murdered after answering a Craigs List ad for a nanny. Im sure thatll be a Law & Order episode by next month.
– The main purpose of our trip was the Vikings-Eagles game at the Metrodome on Sunday, which the Eagles ended up winning 23-16. There were lots of Eagles fans in town for the game, both on the airplane (there were E-A-G-L-E-S chants as the plane landed, at 1 AM) and in the stadium itself. I saw about ten Randall Cunningham Eagles jerseys, but not a single Cunningham/Vikings one.
– Yes, the Eagles looked good, and so did Donovan, and unlike the previous three games Philly was actually able to score in the red zone. But as Simmons (quoting Kietel) would say, lets not start [expletive] each others [expletives] quite yet. Just because they beat the Vikings doesnt mean the Eagles have turned their season around. Dallas, next Sunday, is going to be a tough game.
– No, Im not ready to say that Brad Childress is a worse coach than Mike Tice, but hes closing the gap. Wasting two challenges- including one on the opening kickoff of the second half- is just plain dumb. The Vikings used two quarterbacks, neither of whom was Tarvaris Jackson, yet Kelly Holcomb and Brooks Bollinger both sucked. Say, after Sunday, now we know Donovan McNabb can play in the Metrodome
– Going to games in Philly and Minnesota really are the same in some ways, but different in others. The Minnesotans behind us were drunk off their asses by the end of the game, sure, but it was more stupid, funny drunk, whereas during most of my trips to the Linc those around us have often been angry, violent drunk.
– Since no NFL team, for some reason, can have just one mascot, the Vikes have complemented Ragnar with a new sidekick, Viktor. As you can see from this picture, Viktors resemblance to Hulk Hogan is so uncanny as to be hopelessly distracting.
– As for the Timberwolves, their season may be utterly hopeless as they wait for the talent to develop and the draft picks and cap space to arrive, but their ad campaign, featuring ersatz blaxploitation character Sweetwater Jones, is something to behold. Their best decision in years, even if he is named after a Barry Manilow song.
– Im dreading the start of the Twins offseason, but we did catch Syl Jones play about Kirby Puckett, Kirby, at the History Theatre in St. Paul. I highly recommend seeing it if youre any sort of Kirby fan at all, and youll be in the Cities in the next month or so. Its an honest portrayal, warts and all, of the most important athlete in the states history.
– Speaking of baseball congratulations to the Red Sox for winning the series. And shame on Scott Boras for leaking A-Rods opt-out plans during the freakin clinching game of the series. Whos the bigger a-hole- Boras, for that stunt, or Bill Belichick, for going for it on fourth down while up 38-0?
LilB has long vowed to restart his long-dormant blog if the Sox won a second championship (either that, or one of several other preconditions), so now, after three years, WKIKYA has returned.
– While in town we caught the new movie Ira and Abby, which was far from perfect, but I still liked it, mostly because it fits in the burgeoning subgenre called the Upper West Side Movie (UWSM). You know the type: set on Manhattans Upper West Side, in which the characters are majority Jewish and/or majority psychiatrists, and the allusions to Woody Allen are either implied or outright stated.
I recommend Ira and Abby mostly for its great cast, featuring Jennifer Westfeldt (from one of the best UWSMs, Kissing Jessica Stein) and Chris Messina (Claires boyfriend Ted in the last season of Six Feet Under), and a dynamite quartet as their parents: Robert Klein, Judith Light, Fred Willard and Frances Conroy. Plus, cameos from Jason Alexander, Chris Parnell, Darrell Hammond and, best of all, Jon Hamm (Don Draper from Mad Men.) Its the sort of movie where I sort of recognized one of the actresses but couldnt put my finger on it, but later checked IMDB and found that she played the “peekaboo girl” in the last scene of Swingers.
– Last but not least, check out this weeks North Star column, on the fifth anniversary of Paul Wellstones death. More to come on Wednesday.

Dreaming of ’08

Pacifist Viking is approaching this Sunday’s game, oh, the exact same way I am:

Finally, I like Donovan McNabb: I think he’s a good quarterback and a good person that has faced a lot of undue criticism. I really wish him well in his career, and if I weren’t rooting against him, I’d really enjoy getting to watch him play live (which I still might). But if the Vikings hasten McNabb’s departure from Philadelphia–and eventual arrival in Minnesota–by beating up on the Eagles, then by all means, beat up on the Eagles. Give me my fantasies of the 2008 Vikings with Donovan McNabb (fully recovered from his ACL injury) faking a handoff to rushing leader Adrian Peterson and throwing deep to Larry Fitzgerald. We all need our fantasies.

I had the same dream!
And speaking of Minnesota blogs, here’s the best cake ever.

Friends With Money

Isaac of ALOTT5MA lays out the scenario of what sounds like a run-of-the-mill “Friends” episode, until he springs this on us:

All of that actually happened, except Ross is Ed Levi, and Joey is Aaron Director, and Rachel is Ronald Coase, and Monica is Milton Friedman, and the handsome gay man is George Stigler, and Chandler is most of the rest of the worlds economists and law professors, and Season 1 is 1953, and Season 3 is 1959-60, and picking up chicks is antitrust law and the pseudo-economic theory on which it is based, and Monicas friends from cooking school are Robert Bork and Abner Mikva and Henry Manne, and Rachel and Monicas apartment is the Journal of Law and Economics, and Rachels whirlwind romance story is The Federal Communications Commission, and Central Perk is Aaron Directors house, and the Technique is the idea that in the absence of transaction costs a good will naturally wind up in the hands of its most efficient user, and explaining it all to Chandler is The Problem of Social Cost.
Next week: Joey convinces Phoebe to debunk the Standard Oil myth.

I mean, could that BE any more brilliant?