Friday, January 9, 2009

Ninja dispatched to Somalia

It’s finally happening! The US Navy is going after the Somali pirates. I’ve been waiting months for this decision, and it seems like the naval brass has finally caved in to inevitability. I suppose this is as good a time as any, considering the pirates have just ransomed an oil tanker, and are probably gearing up to strike again.

Unfortunately, they seem to be taking a pretty half-ass approach to the situation. The multinational force, with more than twenty nations represented, isn’t going to really be attacking targets on land.

I don’t see how they can effectively destroy the pirates if they’re not going on the offensive; this approach seems like they’re going to be forced to be purely reactionary, attacking the pirates only when someone reports seeing a ship. If they could just launch a bunch of cruise missiles at docked pirate ships, I think they could end this threat pretty quickly.

Anyway, since this pirate situation is a little bit similar to the Barbary pirate situation from the beginning of the nineteenth century, here’s a great book to read: Six Frigates: The Epic History of the Founding of the U.S. Navy. As the title suggests, it’s about the creation of the US Navy through the construction of its first six frigates, among them the USS Constellation and the USS Constitution, partly for protection of US shipping against the pirates. It’s a really good book.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Wait, who booed Santa!?!?

The 700 Level brought this column to light. I wish they hadn't. Well, here we go:


Scarred beyond recognition, a survivor in a town that feeds on real and imagined weakness, Donovan McNabb has emerged as the perfect Philadelphia sports star.


Honestly, I don’t even know what this means. Not a good start, for me or this dumbass writing it. Scared beyond recognition? Seriously? How? I’m going to end up asking way too many questions here. As for his assertion that McNabb is the perfect Philadelphia sports star, I can’t even wrap my head around that. It’s such a ridiculous claim that arguing against it would only lend it credibility.

He has spilled the blood, sweat and tears of a thousand Big 5 players at the Palestra. He has suffered the indignities of an entire neighborhood of civic-minded families that tried attending games at the Vet.

And here’s some more over-the-top hyperbole. This is an absolute insult to thousands of Big 5 players, most of whom probably never had anywhere near the athletic talent that McNabb had, but played with way more heart.

Philadelphia is famous for booing Santa?

In 1968. And for the love of God, it’s not like they were really booing Santa, it was just some drunk dressed in a Santa costume. How is it still being perpetuated that Philadelphia booed the real (shut up, just go with it) Santa Clause?

Even Santa booed McNabb on draft day.

I could point out, as so many other people have done, that no one was booing McNabb personally, they were booing Ricky Williams not being taken, but so far this has been too asinine to merit the high road, so instead: Fuck you.

A prominent NBA coach once told me Philadelphia, Boston and New York represented their own unforgiving nation, "and every other market is Club Med in comparison."

Yeah, Philadelphia, Boston, and New York are pretty much the most passionate sports cities in the country. In Atlanta, Santa isn’t ever booed. But Atlanta doesn’t sell out playoff games. I’ll take passion over politeness any day.

I told him that grouping Philadelphia with Boston and New York was like throwing Genghis Khan into the same cell with two guys busted for jaywalking.

Genghis Khan once executed a man by having molten silver poured into his eyes and ears. He had the Caliph of Baghdad put into a sack and trampled by horses. This doesn’t have much to do with the article, I just felt that a mention of Genghis Khan merited me giving some evidence of how much of a badass he was. As for the assertion that Philadelphia fans are worse than in New York and Boston, well, I’m sure that Victoria Snelgrove would disagree.

Way back when, the Soviets' Big Red Machine of a hockey team wasn't frightened off the ice at Boston Garden or Madison Square Garden in the heat of the Cold War. That was an only-in-Philly phenomenon.

Um, I think that Ed Van Impe may want some of the credit for this. Or, you know, the amount of credit that he deserves: all of it. Also, it’s worth mentioning that the Red Army beat the Rangers and the Bruins; the only team that the Red Army (the Sabres beat the other, lesser team) in the Super Series was the Flyers. Finally, dude, you can’t call them the Big Red Machine when there’s another Big Red Machine that was playing at the same time; Joe Morgan deserves better.

The same goes for McNabb, the Rocky Balboa of $100 million NFL quarterbacks.

This doesn’t actually mean anything. I tried, and couldn’t put any meaning behind this sentence. It’s nonsense, though I invite anyone to try to convince me otherwise.

"They've thrown me out, they ran over me, spit on me," McNabb said recently of his detractors. "But you know what? ... I just continue to prevail."

Yeah, some of the criticism McNabb has received may have been excessive. These histrionics, though, are completely unnecessary. Eli Manning was getting shit in New York, and then it stopped last January. Maybe that’s worth considering. As for comparing the treatment of McNabb to how fans in Boston have acted, well, you can’t really, because most of Boston didn’t know the Patriots existed until they beat the Rams, so here really isn’t an analogous time of struggle.

Prevail? The Phillies just won the first major sports championship in that city since the Sixers claimed the NBA crown in 1983, and yet in the early hours of 2009, McNabb still has a chance to go down as the enduring Philly story of 2008.

No, he doesn’t. World Fucking Champions.

Ryan Howard, Chase Utley, Jimmy Rollins, Brad Lidge — they weren't around when McNabb was the second player chosen in the '99 draft, when Cleveland celebrated the immortal Tim Couch like a returning war hero before McNabb was jeered by a fan base that wanted Ricky Williams instead.

Actually, the Phillies drafted J-Roll in 1996, but whatever. Anyway, I love how close he gets to the truth here, and then veers away to make his dickheaded point instead. Again, if you’ve been having trouble, the 30ish people there at the draft were booing Andy Reid’s decision, not Donovan.

The Phillies absorbed their fair share of abuse on their way to a parade — even in good times, Philly crowds best match up with the torch-carrying mobs from those old Bela Lugosi films. In fact, Philadelphia fields the only teams in sports that try to score early to take their own fans out of the game.

Well, if he’s going to cite fan behavior from the 60s, he might as well make cultural references from the 30s. As for the abuse heaped onto the Phillies, the key word here is “fair;” I don’t remember anyone being unfairly treated by the fans. I remember Rollins being booed for like two at bats after he said stupid shit on the Best Damn Sports Show, and Howard caught some shit when he was hitting below the Mendoza line, but JD Drew was booed in Boston in 07 pretty much all season until he hit that postseason grand slam. This isn’t unique to Philadelphia.

But nobody's had more line drives smacked at him than McNabb, whose 10 years in Philly are the equivalent of 20 anywhere else.

I think there’s a whole lot of short sighted, instant history going on here. McNabb pretty much coasted here for years, he got a free pass despite all the NFC Championship Game losses and the vast majority of fans and the media took his side in the TO garbage. It was only when his play dropped off, and the injuries started mounting, that he started catching criticism. I don’t see how that his unfair at all? Reid benched McNabb in Baltimore, because he play merited it. If his play merits being benched, it certainly merits criticism from fans and the media.

"We're human beings and you get tired of it," McNabb said. "But you never let them see you sweat."

He then went on to add, “It’s ok to let them see you puke, though.”

On Sunday, McNabb will lead the Eagles into Giants Stadium for a playoff game with the top-seeded defending champs. He's the only quarterback to beat the Giants on their own field this season, and nobody will be terribly surprised if he makes it two for the road.

If the Eagles beat the Giants, it’s going to be because of Westbrook, Stewart Bradley, and the rest of the defense stopping the Giants’ running game. All McNabb has to do is not blow it.

But to understand where McNabb is, you have to understand where he's been. To hell and back? Not quite.

Not so much at all. Stop trying to say he has been.

At times it just seemed that way.

Fist yourself.

As a prospect out of the South Side of Chicago, McNabb was offered two Division I scholarships to play quarterback. Two. Syracuse and Nebraska were willing to let him keep his position, while dozens of other big-time schools wanted McNabb as a receiver, a running back, or a safety.

I blame Ed Rendell for this. What a prick.

McNabb was interested in Illinois. But the Illinois coach, Lou Tepper, informed McNabb's coach at Mount Carmel High that his Illini assistant, Greg Landry, didn't want young Donovan as a quarterback. This would be the same Landry who in 15 NFL seasons threw for 13,000 fewer yards and nearly 100 fewer touchdowns than McNabb would manage in his first 10.

Yeah, that guy was probably an asshole. I bet he grew up in Philly.

"That's a situation Donovan's been facing since grade school," his Mount Carmel predecessor, Mike McGrew, once told me. "The doubts and questions we face as black quarterbacks."

Uh oh.

Doug Williams couldn't destroy all the wretched stereotypes in one Super Bowl. So if McNabb has come across as overly sensitive, he has his reasons. He's been blitzed by all comers.

So Keith Law is having a chat on ESPN.com right now; I think I’m gonna switch over to that before this article makes me headbutt my computer. That was such a good idea; KLAW is easily the best columnist on ESPN.com

A white commentator, Rush Limbaugh, actually called him the creation of a white media base that was "very desirous" of seeing a black quarterback succeed. A black commentator, J. Whyatt Mondesire, the head of the Philadelphia branch of the NAACP, actually wrote in his newspaper that McNabb was a "mediocre at best" quarterback who was "trying to disguise that fact behind some concocted reasoning that African-American quarterbacks who can scramble and who can run the ball are somehow lesser field generals..."

Limbaugh lost his job over that. It was shitty, but it’s so far in the past, why bring it up? Also, kinda worth pointing out that Philadelphia came to McNabb’s defense pretty hardcore there. As for Mondesire, well, McNabb may be better than mediocre, but he’s far from great.

In effect, McNabb was called a pocket-passing sellout by an NAACP official in his own market.

So the logical next step is to attribute blame for what this one guy says to the entire city. Let’s see if dick monkey follows through…

No, Philadelphia has never led the league in constructive criticism.

And he does!

McNabb was cast in the role of choker for reaching his fourth consecutive NFC title game before finally winning one. He threw for 357 yards and three touchdowns in a Super Bowl loss to the Brady/Belichick Patriots and yet is best remembered for the interceptions, the sacks and the alleged dehydration/exhaustion/nausea that did or didn't get the best of him down the stretch.

Yep, that is what he’s best known for from that game. The picks (3 of them, I think) killed the team. There’s a reason that interceptions make a QB rating plummet: they’re really, really bad. McNabb blew it, he choked in that game. He ran the worst hurry up offence I’ve ever seen, and it’s completely indefensible.

Terrell Owens was McNabb's worst nightmare even before stating that Brett Favre was the superior quarterback. Jeff Garcia nearly replaced McNabb, and Kevin Kolb was drafted to unseat him.

Yeah, but TO made McNabb look like a superstar for a season. Jeff Garcia came in when McNabb was injured, something that’s been a pretty common occurrence over the last five years, and did his job. He made the Pro-Bowl last year; he’s a good quarterback. And yes, Kolb was drafted to replace McNabb. With the rate that McNabb was missing games when that pick was made, it would have been irresponsible for the Eagles not to look into some sort of succession plan. None of this seems all that awful to me.

This year, McNabb was McNailed nationally for revealing he didn't know regular-season games could end in a tie. He was benched by Andy Reid, then reinstated only because the anointed Kolb was dreadful in relief.

McNabb should have known that the game would end in a tie! The ref says it before every overtime! And he deserved to be benched. I would bet anything that O’Connor didn’t watch the Ravens game. And, seriously, McNailed?

The Eagles weren't going to give McNabb the extension he wanted on the $115 million contract he signed in 2002. They were going to drive him to the airport and have him play quarterback for somebody else.

He’s still under contract for like two more years. A nine-figure contract. I’m not going to cry for him. And honestly, if we can get someone to give us a first round pick for him, to have three first round picks this draft, I would do that in a heart beat. I’m all set for the Tim Tebow era to begin in Philadelphia.

Only something funny happened on the way to divorce court. McNabb beat the Cardinals, Giants and Browns, ripped the Cowboys in a win-or-else game and threw for 300 yards in a wild-card playoff victory over the Vikings.

Yeah, well, what about the losses to the Redskins, and the tie against the Bengals. He hasn’t been great this year at all. Westbrook’s 70ish yard screen pass sure helped him rack up those 300 yards passing last Sunday. Seriously, the Eagles offense didn’t look all that impressive against the Vikings. I wouldn’t point to that when talking about how awesome McNabb is.

He's won five of six games in all and thrown for 10 touchdowns against two interceptions in the process.

The one game in those six that they lost was a 10-3 game in Washington. Seriously, the Eagles didn’t score a touchdown against the Redskins. They held their playoff fate in their own hands, and couldn’t get into the endzone against a team that had quit on Jim Zorn about two months earlier.

"I've been kind of revived, I guess," McNabb said.

No, you’re playing with one of the best running backs in the league and a great defense. McNabb hasn’t been all that spectacular. He hasn’t taken over a game by himself once this year, like he did against Arizona when he was playing on a broken ankle. Seriously, is O’Connor writing a sports column or a hagiography?

This year's Eagles are suddenly last year's Giants — a white-hot wild card scaring all the top seeds straight. McNabb is suddenly the same quarterback who completed that fourth-and-26 playoff pass to Freddie Mitchell to beat Favre's Packers in his greatest NFL moment.

I wouldn’t go so far as to compare the Eagles to the Giants. I mean, not to be pessimistic, but what good teams have the Eagles beaten? The Giants, once, and Atlanta. Is that it?

Can he lead the Eagles to their first championship since 1960? Maybe, maybe not.

I’m leaning towards not, but I hope he does it.

Either way, McNabb has proven himself every bit as tough as the town that's tested him for 10 years. He at least deserves an engraved watch for that.

What the hell? Where did the engraved watch come from? That’s at least a suitably random thought to end on for a terrible article.

Happy Tim Tebow Day!

Just a couple weird, unrelated things I wanted to talk about briefly.

First, we briefly touched on a case in Torts today, Riviello v. Waldron. The casebook describes the facts of the case like this: “ Waldron, employed as a cook at the Pot Belly Pub, a Bronx bar and grill, was talking to a customer and flipping an open knife. This accidentally struck the customer in the eye.” What the hell? How could that possible happen? I’ve thrown all sorts of things in the air, and I’ve never even come close to blinding anyone. And I’m not even especially coordinated. I can’t see how this guy managed to toss a knife into a customer’s eye.

Papua New Guinea brings us this next piece of absurdity: a group of vigilante assholes burned a woman at the stake for, among other crimes, sorcery. Apparently this isn’t even a one time occurrence, but is gaining prevalence in the area. And, like this case, most of these witch-hunts are incited by AIDS. Why do third world countries struggle with this so much? Stop having sex with monkees!

And then, of course, there’s this asshole who didn’t put Rickey Henderson on his Hall of Fame Ballot. I absolutely hate that some people refuse to vote for certain first-ballot HOFers just because people like Hank Aaron or Willy Mays weren’t inducted unanimously. That’s not their responsibility; this self-appointed guardianship is crap. And to make it even worse, this same dumbass voted for Jim Rice. And Matt Williams! He did vote for Tim Raines, who does deserve to be in, but I don’t understand how you can vote for Raines and not Henderson. And seriously, Matt Williams? He’s the only guy so far to vote for him. What the hell?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Old campaign stunts never die, or even fade away

I don’t know why I still go to Drudge Report; Newswer is more fun, and has more dinosaur stories. It seems every time I’m there I find a story that pisses me off. Since Ann Coulter has a new book out, he’s been linking to a whole lot of shit. Well, today was no different, as Drudge linked to seven infuriating sentences.

Seriously, Joe the Plumber is going to be a war correspondent? On one hand, I suppose this is good for him, as maybe he’ll get around to paying his back taxes. But other than that, I don’t see how anyone is going to benefit from this.

Joe says that he wants to let “Israel’s Average Joe’s share their story.” I can only presume that he said Average Joe rather than Joe Six-Pack because he’s unsure of how many bottle of manishewitz come in a case.

But seriously, what possible qualifications could this guy have to serve as a war correspondent? I understand that he’s a staunch supporter of Israel, but that doesn’t mean he knows, well, anything. Is he going to tie this conflict to the Six Day War, or how the Oslo Accords have pretty much let Israel isolate the Gaza Strip?

It’s clearly not ok that Hamas just lobs rockets into Israel whenever they feel like it, and refuse to acknowledge that Israel even has a right to exist. And by sending tanks into civilian areas Israel is clearly blowing past all possible chance of keeping its response proportionate. There’s so much going on here, and there has been for years, that I think the public deserves a better war correspondent than Joe the Plumber, one who is able to decipher some of the subtleties of the situation and not merely spout right-wing hate rhetoric.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I guess I'll concede... that you're a dumbass

Wow. I can’t believe this. It’s inconceivable that one person could be so wrong so consistently. Dick, you’re like the Ann Coulter of the Mighty Ducks. I feel like I need to address the few “points” you made in this reply, because, unsurprisingly, they’re wrong.

First, you say that Conway was the one that was challenging Bombay to be great. That’s ridiculous. Throughout the whole first movie, Bombay was mostly driven by a desire to get into Charlie’s mom’s pants, and that’s not really so attributable to Charlie.

Then, you point to Charlie’s leadership, saying he welcomed Banks to the team “on behalf of the Ducks.” What you fail to mention is that his teammates nevertheless shun Banks until he proves himself on the ice. In fact, as Charlie is saying this, one of the Hall brothers is pushing him back to shut him up, and then calls Banks a cake-eater. Clearly, Charlie was not the respected locker room presence you make him out to be.

As far as Conway’s penalty shot goal goes, it should also be pointed out that after he was pulled down on the breakaway, when the team is gathered by the bench waiting for Bombay to say who will take the shot, Charlie’s teammates don’t want Charlie to shoot. They’re appalled by the suggestion. Even Charlie is shocked by the decision, preferring to defer to a different player, I think Jesse Hall, but that might not be exactly right. Maybe it was Averman. Anyway, the point still stands that in the pivotal point of his hockey career, Conway didn’t want to lead his team, and his team didn’t want him to either.

You then ask me to find an instance of Banks sacrificing for his team as Conway did. While I can do this easily, and Banks playing through the wrist injury in D2 until Bombay finds out leaps to mind (“just imagine how well you would play with two wrists”) it’s not an apt comparison. Charlie was able to sacrifice like this, giving up his spot in the lineup, because he was an easily replaceable role player; Banks was a superstar, not so easily replaced. Banks is like Gretzky, Conway just another Dave Semenko.

Moving on, you say that Conway was such a great leader that he was given the C by Coach Orion at Eden Hall. Conveniently, you fail to mention that he abandoned his team, leaving them behind to ride roller coasters and puke in trashcans. That’s not a leader.

Finally, you cite the order in which Wikipedia credits the Ducks for their win over the varsity, which is just a terribly stupid idea. If Vincent LaRusso had gone on to star in Dawson’s Creek Banks would undoubtedly be credited first here. Seriously, I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time on this today. Banks is without a doubt the most valuable Duck.

Jimmy Buffet would be rolling in his hammock right now...

Doesn't this seem to go against everything Jimmy Buffet's music stands for?

The fact that a bar fight broke out over a juke box selection is ridiculous enough. However, the fact that Jimmy Buffet, the King of beach and lounge music incited five men to brawl is deliciously ironic.

The only unsurprising thing: that the men who are irate enough at the mere thought of Jimmy Buffet to start brawling unmercilessly beat on the guys who have a penchant for margaritas, warm weather locales, and cheeseburgers.

What is this terrible feeling? Is that...sympathy?

As much as I would like to claim that the Phillies must have cheated on their path to the World Series (for, you see, every other explanation ends with the blame being placed squarely on my beloved Mets and their habit of shitting the bed) today's verdict by the MLB seems a little inexplicable.

Phillies reliever J.C. Romero was officially suspended Tuesday for the first 50 games of next season after testing positive for a banned substance.

Right. Fucking cheaters!

The suspension will cost Romero $1.25 million in salary, Gammons reported.

Sweet rapture! Justice wield thy righteous sword!

A source familiar with the hearings told ESPN's T.J. Quinn that Romero tested positive after taking 6-oxo, a diet supplement created by Patrick Arnold, the chemist who designed THG.

Supplements bad. Public humiliation of Phillies good.

It is advertised as a legal testosterone-booster, and Romero argued that he was not aware there was anything in the supplement that could cause a positive test.

Well to be honest, that doesn't sound that bad. I have trouble growing facial hair. Maybe I need a little more testosterone come to think of it.

Well, at least they have a neat appeal process set up for baseball players.

Neither Romero nor the Players Association plans to appeal the case further. "That process has played itself out completely," said Phillies assistant general manager Scott Proefrock.

Oh. Ouch.

"The union respects the arbitration process and treats the decision as final," Weiner said. " In our view, though, the resulting discipline imposed upon...Romero is unfair. [This player] should not be suspended. [Romero's] unknowing actions plainly are distinguishable from those of a person who intentionally used an illegal performance-enhancing substance.

Although Romero's grievance hearing was held in Tampa around the time the World Series began, Amaro said he and other Phillies personnel had no knowledge at the time that the hearing was taking place or that Romero had tested positive.

The secret military tribunal and council of elders also announced during that session that the release of the results of the Kennedy autopsy have been pushed back until they say so.

According to Romero, he bought a supplement at the GNC store in Cherry Hil, N.J. He said he had it checked by his personal nutritionist, who said there was nothing in the supplement that was illegal.

Well fuck! Why aren't he and Utley shopping buddies then?