Last weekend, everyone had a good laugh at the expense of CNN, which reported that the Islamic State was luring young western girls to join them by posing with kittens on social media and saying how much they like Nutella.
Now it looks like CNN may have been on to something. Firefighters in London are saying that sunlight refracting through a jar of Nutella started a house fire that killed the family dog and destroyed the home.
London’s firefighters say sun rays refracted by a Nutella jar likely caused a house fire.
The city’s fire brigade says investigators believe the glass jar — which had been emptied of the hazelnut spread — had been placed on a window sill and refracted sunlight, setting blinds alight.
According to a statement posted Tuesday by the brigade, the family was not at home but the blaze killed a dog.
Fire investigator Charlie Pugsley said: “It sounds far-fetched that a jar containing a few rubber bands caused a severe house fire but that’s exactly what happened.”
The fire happened Feb. 15 in southwest London.
Nutella, the preferred spread of terrorists, responsible for a house fire in London? I don’t believe in coincidences. Obviously this is some kind of trial run — a test of weaponizing Nutella to cause mass casualties.
You have to ask yourself: what was an empty jar of Nutella doing on a windowsill? Who put it there? What deep, dark plot are the terrorists working on?
I never liked Nutella — seemed too “European” to me. Peanut butter, on the other hand, is the food of choice to treat people suffering from famine and hunger. Now, with this new, damning evidence that Nutella may not only be the spread of choice for terrorists, but perhaps even a weapon of choice, it’s time to take a second look at the product and decide whether it is appropriate to grace our grocery shelves.
Beware the hazelnut spread…
If you’re a Chicago sports fan, you become used to disappointment. The Bears have won exactly one NFL championship in the last 50 years. The Sox have won one World Series title since 1917. And it is 106 years and counting since the hapless Cubs won baseball’s coveted crown.
Residents of the Second City (a derisive nickname given the town by a cynical writer for Colliers) have become inured to defeat. But in recent years, two remarkable athletes have placed their respective teams on their shoulders and brought hope back to a city starving for sports triumphs.
Derrick Rose of the Bulls and Patrick Kane of the Blackhawks are polar opposites as people. Kane — gregarious, mischievous, fun-loving. He’s the one the girls swoon for. Rose is quiet, self-effacing to a fault, an old school gentleman-athlete.
But get them on their respective playing surfaces and they both demonstrate a fanatical will to win, to dominate. Rose, slicing, dicing, shimmying, seeming to change direction in mid-air as he drives to the basket, he won Rookie of the Year in 2009 and the Most Valuable Player in the league in 2011. Kane, a speedy winger with a knack for putting the puck in the net, won the Calder Trophy (best rookie) in 2008 and the Conn Smythe Trophy for most outstanding player of the 2013 playoffs.
Kane has led the Blackhawks to two Stanley Cup triumphs in the last 4 years. Rose took the Bulls to the NBA’s Eastern Conference Finals in 2011, losing to the Miami Heat and LeBron James. But disaster struck in the 2012 playoffs. Rose severely injured his knee and spent all of 2013 in rehab. Returning to the team in 2014, Rose managed to play only 10 games before severely injuring the other knee. Once again, the Bulls playmaker had to sit out an entire year.
Two knee surgeries in two years. Two long and painful rehabs to get back on the court. When he returned this year, he was understandably a little tentative — a little less willing to make those kamikaze drives to the basket. And his play was inconsistent, at best.
But then, the last 15 games before the All-Star break, Rose appeared to be gaining in confidence. He was averaging 22 points a game and nearly 6 assists in that stretch.
Then at some point over the last 2 games, Rose suffered another knee injury — exactly the same torn meniscus in his knee that sidelined him last year. And to make a dark day in Chicago even blacker, Patrick Kane suffered an injury that will keep him off the ice for at least 10 weeks. The Hawks are tight lipped about the exact nature of the injury, but judging by the video, it is almost certainly some kind of shoulder injury.
The Bulls announced after the Blackhawks game that Rose would have surgery — about the time the Chicago Tribune was breaking the story about Kane’s extended absence. With both stars gone, dreams of an NBA championship and Stanley Cup have gone down the drain. ESPN’s Scoop Jackson captures the feeling of utter bereftness of Chicago sports fans:
What are the chances of two dreams dying in one night? Who gets dealt that hand? That fate? What did we do to upset and agitate the sports gods like that?
So here we are, heads spinning, dealing with a new reality that both Patrick Kane and Derrick Rose will be no longer be a part of the championship runs the Chicago Blackhawks and Chicago Bulls had in store. At least, not for the immediate future.
Early reports say Rose’s pending surgery for another meniscus tear at best will cost him six weeks, which would put his return only two weeks before the NBA playoffs begin; and unconfirmed reports say that Kane’s injury has been diagnosed as a possible broken collar bone, which would put him off-ice for 6-10 weeks, potentially past the end of the regular season.
The timing could not have been worse, the incidents couldn’t have been more cruel. Not even Lemony Snicket could come up with events this simultaneously unfortunate.
Has there been a blacker day in the history of Chicago sports? I think the one-two punch of losing both Rose and Kane can’t be matched. The day the Black Sox Scandal came to light was certainly awful. The day Walter Payton died was horrible. The day Michael Jordan said he was quitting the Bulls to play baseball had shock value.
But the killing of two dreams in one awful night will go down in Chicago history as a day all the city’s sports fans will want to forget.
The NHL trade deadline is March 2 and contending teams are looking for that last piece or two that will unlock the door to the Stanley Cup.
Defense is at a premium in the playoffs and some teams will be looking to bolster their top two defensive pairings. Others look for a scorer who can help them on the power play.
NHL.com came up with the top 15 trade prospects and who might be interested in them. Here are a few:
Keith Yandle, Arizona Coyotes
Contract: 1 year remaining, $5.5 million salary-cap charge
Yandle might be the most coveted defenseman who could be available for contending teams, but he also might be the most expensive because he’s not strictly a rental player. He’s ideal for any team looking to bolster one of its top-two defensive pairings, but that team would likely have to be willing to part with a high-end forward.
Potential suitors: Boston Bruins, Detroit Red Wings, Los Angeles Kings, Tampa Bay Lightning, Colorado Avalanche, Anaheim Ducks, Vancouver Canucks, Philadelphia Flyers, New York Rangers
Andrej Sekera, Carolina Hurricanes
Contract: Pending UFA
Other than being a left-handed shot, Sekera is very much like Oilers defenseman Jeff Petry, in that he’s a safe player who can log upwards of 20 minutes, join the rush, be reliable on the back end, and contribute on the penalty kill. He is a valuable asset for any team looking to bolster its defensive depth because he has the ability to play on any pair. He has a $2.75 million cap charge.
Potential suitors: Boston Bruins, Detroit Red Wings, Anaheim Ducks, New York Rangers, Los Angeles Kings, Montreal Canadiens, Chicago Blackhawks
Jaromir Jagr, New Jersey Devils
Position: Right wing
Contract: Pending UFA
Jagr is a rental player who wouldn’t cost too much, but could have an impact down the stretch for a contending team in need of a right wing on one of their top three lines and on the power play. What Jagr lacks in speed he makes up for in puck possession. He’s 43 years old but he still has the ability to control the play and create scoring chances off the wall.
Potential suitors: Boston Bruins, Los Angeles Kings, Anaheim Ducks, Minnesota Wild, Montreal Canadiens, Pittsburgh Penguins
Jagr is a crafty veteran and is dying to win another cup before he hangs them up. The Penguins may be tempted to try for him, given the many years he spent playing there. But Minnesota is in desperate need of offense to go along with their stellar defense and probably has the combination of prospects and young players New Jersey is looking for.
Much of the activity at the trade deadline may revolve around Toronto and their bevy of overpaid, underperforming players. It’s been a disastrous year for the richest team in hockey, trailing Boston for the last playoff spot by 14 points. It’s a dysfunctional team from top to bottom and changing the names on the backs of the jerseys is only the beginning.
Many teams will want to improve, but find the price too much to pay. As usual, expect a flurry of activity in the last hours as general managers lay their cards on the table and hope for they can pick a gem out of the trash heap.
You have to be a freaky-freak foodie or off your nut to pay $260 for a small, chocolate treat, right?
I mean, I love chocolate — with a capital “L.” I once paid $25 for the ultimate chocolate dessert in Vegas; double chocolate ice cream, double chocolate chips, double brownie, smothered in chocolate sauce served on a bed of double chocolate cake (the dessert was made for two). If I made your mouth water, you probably love chocolate as much as I do.
But given this marvelous description of the To’ak chocolate bar, I still can’t find an excuse to spend $260 to satisfy my chocolate craving.
Only fine grade cacao from 14 farmers on the coast of Ecuador is used.
And it takes 36 steps to create a 1.5oz To’ak bar.
Co-founder Jerry Toth said: “We make chocolate with the same care and precision as we know it from fine wine and premium small-batch whiskey.”
To’ak chocolate is translated to “earth” and “tree” in ancient Ecuadorian dialects.
It is eaten using wooden tongs, or tasting utensils, so that it is easier to perceive the chocolate’s aroma on the nose.
One reason for To’ak’s price tag is that 95% of chocolate is made using mass-produced beans, whereas their chocolate comes remaining 5%, known as fine grade cacao.
Each step towards making the bar – which is 81% cacao mass and the rest sugar – is meticulous, requiring 36 steps to make the bar.
Rare cacao seeds are first harvested from the coast of Ecuador, before they are fermented and turned into liquid chocolate.
This liquid chocolate is then hand-moulded and a single, hand-selected, hand-measured and shelled cacao bean is placed in the centre – this must fit perfectly and measure between 7mm and 8mm.
Though there are other chocolates out there with higher price tags, To’ak claim their chocolate is the most expensive pure chocolate – with no expensive additions.
Carl Schweizer, co-founder of To’ak, said: “It is the most expensive pure dark chocolate in the world without any fancy stuff like gold leaves or diamonds in it to increase its value.
My friend from college quit the rat race about 15 years ago to become a chocolatier. He is insane about chocolate. He told me that he experimented for about 5 years, mixing beans, varying preparation, trying different fermenting techniques, before finally hitting on the right combination. He was never able to make a living creating chocolate treats, but he still whips up a batch every once and a while. There is no doubt his creations are several cuts above what you find in the grocery candy aisle, but I wonder what he’d say about a $260 chocolate bar?
The owners of To’ak have obviously found a niche to exploit, and I wish them luck. And, who knows? Christmas will be here before you know it and if I put To’ak chocolate on my list, maybe Santa will want some for himself and decide to satisfy the cravings of a few very good boys.
Alas, that’s the only way I’ll get my hands on the world’s most expensive dark chocolate.
It appears that no food tradition in America is safe from the grasping tentacles of Michelle Obama’s “Let’s Move” anti-obesity campaign.
The first lady’s latest target is the White House Easter Egg Roll — a fine, innocent tradition that’s just good, harmless fun.
This being the 5th year of “Let’s Move,” Mrs. Obama has designated the theme of the Easter Egg Roll to be “#GimmeFive”:
The White House Easter Egg Roll is getting fit — Michelle Obama’s “Let’s Move!” anti-childhood obesity initiative will be tied into this year’s annual event.
The theme for the April 6 egg-filled shindig is “#GimmeFive,” the White House announced Monday.
The campaign launched as part of “Let’s Move!” to celebrate the initiative’s fifth anniversary. “I’m going to be challenging all of you to give me five things that you’re doing to lead a healthier life,” Michelle Obama explained in a promotional video.
The Roll will include five souvenir eggs: four bearing the signatures of President Obama and the first lady on the back, and a fifth dubbed the “Bo and Sunny” egg that also features the “paw prints” of the presidential pooches.
You can imagine what kinds of food are going to be served at this shindig. Everything to make a healthy, happy youngster want to vomit. The incessant browbeating of kids to eat their veggies and avoid good tasting items like chips (no harm in moderation) serves only to make one of the few, universal human pleasures — eating — into a torture.
There is a revolt against the “Let’s Move” nutritional standards and its growing. Hungry kids, wasting food, unhappy parents — that combination is going to be the downfall of those standards eventually.
It can’t come soon enough for children.
Why is the photograph of the flag being raised atop Mount Suribachi so iconic and meaningful? Many of us can’t look at the photo without getting a lump in our throats. There is just something so determined, so resolute, so brave about the Marines and that flag and what it cost them to put it up.
Seventy years ago today, AP’s Joe Rosenthal snapped a picture that, once published at home, became the most reprinted photo of World War II. The Marines who helped raise the flag — those left alive after the battle — were brought home to help sell war bonds. A statue was sculpted of that moment to grace the Marine Corps War Memorial at the entrance to Arlington National Cemetery — so lifelike you expect the flag to continue going up and the Marines to kick back and have a smoke after a job well done.
The memorial is dedicated to all Marines who have died since 1775.
The backstory about that photograph is fascinating, as CNN’s Thom Patterson writes:
On February 23, 1945, Rosenthal, an AP photographer covering the battle for Iwo Jima, had heard Marines were headed up the mountain. He decided to make the climb and see what was going on.
But Sgt. Louis Lowery, a Marine photographer for Leatherneck magazine, had beat him to it. Lowery was already on the summit snapping photos of Marines proudly raising the American flag.
For miles around, the sight of Old Glory atop the mountain set off whistles, gunfire and celebrations. The noise stirred up a firefight with Japanese soldiers near the summit. Lowery dove for cover and fell 50 feet, smashing his camera.
Lowery decided to descend the mountain to get new equipment. On the way, he ran into Rosenthal coming up with two Marines: Pfc. Bob Campbell, who was also a photographer, and Sgt. William Genaust, who was a motion picture photographer.
According to Buell, Lowery said, “Hey, you’re late fellas, there’s already a flag up there.” Lowery told Rosenthal that he should keep going to experience the breathtaking view.
As Rosenthal got closer to the summit, the flag began to come into view.
“He stopped and was struck by a wave of emotion about what it cost to put that flag up there,” Buell said. Rosenthal thought about all the bloody fighting and the Marines who sacrificed their lives to capture the mountain.
Reaching the top, Rosenthal, Campbell and Genaust spotted a group of Marines holding a second flag. The Marines said they’d been ordered to replace the first flag with a bigger one so more people could see it below.
Suddenly Rosenthal knew he had a second chance to photograph an important moment on the summit.
Let’s stop a minute and remember that this was long before today’s sophisticated cameras and digital technology. Photographers took one picture at a time, often with only one opportunity to get the perfect shot.
Rosenthal had to quickly decide whether to shoot both flags simultaneously — one rising while the other lowered — or to photograph the second flag as it was being raised.
He chose to focus on the second flag.
Hal Buell, a former AP photo editor, explains why capturing the picture was a serendipitous moment:
“It’s exquisite,” Buell said. “You have this strong, diagonal line made by the flag staff. You have the flag snapping in the breeze. You have the pyramid-like shape of the Marines pushing the flag up. The men obviously are separate, but they appear as one. The blank background enhances the action by providing no distractions. Also, the photo is gifted with a softly filtered light. A very thin haze of clouds filters the light so that the shadows aren’t harsh, but there is detail in all the shadows on the uniforms and the flag.”
Think about it: At the exact moment that Genaust cued Rosenthal, sunlight, shadows, wind and the Marines all converged perfectly.
What were the chances?
“I hate to use the word accident,” Buell joked. “Let’s call it serendipity.”
Perhaps the dramatic nature of the battle contributed to the iconography of the picture. An island two miles long and four miles wide contained more than 50,000 fighting men. The 22,000 Japanese were incredibly well dug in, literally burrowing into the ground with 11 miles of tunnels as well as numerous caves. The volcanic ground was a nightmare to traverse.
The flag raising occurred on the 5th day of the battle, and far from signaling the island was in American hands, the flag raising was only a brief respite from combat that would last several more weeks. Only 216 of the 22,000 Japanese defenders surrendered. The Americans lost 6821 killed and more than 19,200 wounded.
After the picture went viral, FDR brought the flag raisers home for the 7th Bond Drive. It was a spectacular success, raising more than $26 billion — twice what was expected.
Clint Eastwood brought the story to the screen with his Flags of our Fathers (Iwo Jima told from the American perspective) and Letters from Iwo Jima (told from the Japanese point of view).
But most of us remember watching the John Wayne classic when we were kids, Sands of Iwo Jima and the moment of the flag raising in the film which conveyed both the triumph and tragedy of the battle:
The picture was published at a time when war weariness was seeping into the civilian population. Germany had just been beaten back after the Battle of the Bulge and the casualty lists from the Pacific theater were horrendous. The photo lifted the spirits of the people in a way that victory on the battlefield perhaps could not. In no small way, the photograph contributed to the final victory.
New York Yankee third baseman Alex Rodriguez reported to the team’s spring training facility in Tampa, Florida 3 days early, taking some batting practice and shagging some fly balls. One of the most exceptional baseball talents in the history of the game, Rodriguez returns following a suspension during all of 2014 for violating Major League Baseball’s drug policy.
A-Rod admitted using steroids during the 2001-03 seasons when he played for the Texas Rangers, but there is a suspicion that he used performance enhancing drugs (PED’s) most, if not all of his career. His suspension did not come from using steroids, but from his actions connected with the Biogenesis affair, a huge PED scandal that touched more than a dozen major and minor league ballplayers, including ensnaring all-time time run hitter Barry Bonds.
Last Wednesday, Rodriguez released a hand-written letter to fans, apologizing for his behavior, saying “I accept the fact that many of you will not believe my apology or anything that I say at this point,” he writes. “I understand why and that’s on me.”
Indeed, all the drama, the accusations, the finger pointing, the threats of legal action were apparently a cover. He’s guilty as hell, as the wife of his cousin Yuri Sucart, who will be tried in connection with the Biogenesis scandal, has recently said. Carmen Sucart claims that Rodriquez routinely acquired PED’s from her husband, most notably from Anthony Bosch of the Biogenesis anti-aging clinic at the center of the PED controversy:
Yuri Sucart had a front-row seat to A-Rod’s shenanigans for the 20 years that he served as Rodriguez’s gofer and fixer. During that time Sucart procured performance-enhancing drugs for his famous cousin, including from Anthony Bosch. He knows about A-Rod’s romances with various women, his drug use and his zany legal strategies.
The Sucarts told The News last year that Rodriguez bought them a house and gave them other financial favors as an effort to compensate for the damage A-Rod caused them when he inexplicably linked Sucart to steroid dealing during a 2009 press conference after reporter Selena Roberts linked Rodriguez to positive drug tests.
The relationship later soured as Rodriguez was pulled into criminal investigations into Canadian HGH guru Anthony Galea and the Miami anti-aging clinic of Anthony Bosch.
HGH (Human Growth Hormone) is a wonder drug for athletes in that it allows them to recover from injuries much more quickly. A-Rod has been in great need of that. He has not played a complete season since 2007 due to various hip surgeries and other injuries. His 10-year, $275 million contract signed in 2007 has brought the Yankees precious little in production given all the time he’s missed. So the question for the Yankees going forward is does Rodriguez, who turns 40 in July, have enough left in tank to help bring the Yankees back to glory?
At age 29, an athlete can recover from a year and a half layoff and depending on rehab and the severity of the injury, get back to approximately where he was before being hurt in less than a year. But Rodriguez is 39, and the body doesn’t respond to rehab in the the same way a younger man might. Plus, at age 40, hand-eye coordination deteriorates, bat speed slows, and most of the skills that made A-Rod a terror to American League pitching for nearly 20 years are fading.
The Yankees have already announced that Rodriguez is not a candidate to play 3rd base. He will be competing in camp for designator hitter at bats. This has given rise to speculation that the team might trade Rodriquez and his burdensome contract in exchange for a slew of young players.
A-Rod has three years and $61 million left on that mega-deal and another major league team would be nuts to burden themselves with the controversial player and his contract. But baseball general managers can be very inventive in their deal making, and the Yankees could sweeten a deal considerably by paying a big slice of that contract over the next three years. In the arcane world of baseball salaries, the Yankees might actually see an advantage to ridding themselves of Rodriguez if the haul of prospects and good young players is sufficiently enticing.
Such a deal probably won’t happen before the season. Besides, the Yankees are anxious to see just how much A-Rod can contribute before beginning a fire sale. He will never get back to the heights he reached when he was a 3-time MVP. But even a diminished A-Rod will be a threat.
Rodriguez has made no public statement since his handwritten letter was released. And given the questions still surrounding his role in the Biogenesis scandal, it is likely he won’t be addressing the press any time soon.
I swear that I didn’t even know that the Oscars were on last night. I knew they were coming up but Turner Classic Movies wasn’t finished showing its spectacular “31 Days of Oscar” so I assumed the most self-aggrandizing, puffed up awards show was going to air next Sunday.
But I eagerly awaited the announcement of the winners of the Golden Rasberry Award.
The “Razzie,” given for the worst that Hollywood had to offer the previous year, is deliciously subversive. Not only does the award reflect an anti-Hollywood mindset, it’s also anti-awards show, anti-celebrity, and sticks a gigantic finger in the eye of big-shot Hollywood moguls.
The opening musical number — aping the Oscars presentation — is an hilarious takeoff on “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow,” from one of the most embarrassing remakes in Hollywood history; the musical Annie, which was awarded a Razzie for “Worst Remake, Sequel, or Rip-off”:
For the awards themselves, Kirk Cameron and Cameron Diaz walked away big winners…er, losers. Cameron won/lost for his performance in one of the dumbest Christian films ever made, Saving Christmas. The concept is cute — Cameron tries to teach us that Christmas is more than presents and parties. But the film is horribly written, cheesy, and Cameron’s performance is rote. Some might point to anti-Christian bias at work, and there was probably a little of that. But trust me when I tell you the film was a real stinker.
Transformers: Age of Extinction was a close second to Christmas for worst film, with director Michael Bay carrying home the hardware for worst director.
The entire list is below. Nominees in each category are below the “winner”:
“Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas” – WINNER
“The Legend of Hercules”
“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”
“Transformers 4: Age of Extinction”
Michael Bay, “Transformers 4: Age of Extinction” – WINNER
Darren Doane, “Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas”
Renny Harlin, “The Legend of Hercules”
Jonathan Liebesman, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”
Seth Macfarlane, “A Million Ways to Die in the West”
Kirk Cameron, “Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas” – WINNER
Nicolas Cage, “Left Behind”
Kellan Lutz, “The Legend of Hercules”
Seth Macfarlane, “A Million Ways to Die in the West”
Adam Sandler, “Blended”
Worst Supporting Actor
Mel Gibson, “Expendables 3″
Kelsey Grammer, “Expendables 3,” “Legends of Oz,” “Think Like a Man Too,” “Transformers 4: Age of Extinction” – WINNER
Shaquille O’Neal, “Blended”
Arnold Schwarzenegger, “Expendables 3″
Kiefer Sutherland, “Pompeii”
Drew Barrymore, “Blended”
Cameron Diaz, “The Other Woman” and “Sex Tape” – WINNER
Melissa McCarthy, “Tammy”
Charlize Theron, “A Million Ways to Die in the West”
Gaia Weiss, “The Legend of Hercules”
Worst Supporting Actress
Cameron Diaz, “Annie”
Megan Fox, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” – WINNER
Nicola Peltz, “Transformers 4: Age of Extinction”
Susan Sarandon, “Tammy”
Brigitte Ridenour (nee Cameron), “Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas”
“Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas,” written by Darren Doane and Cheston Hervey – WINNER
“Left Behind,” screenplay by Paul LaLonde and John Patus, based on the novel by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
“Sex Tape,” screenplay by Kate Angelo and Jason Segel & Nicholas Stoller
“Transformers 4: Age of Extinction,” written by Ehren Kruger, based on Hasbro’s Transformers action figures
“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” written by Evan Daugherty and Andre Nemec & Josh Applebaum, based on characters created by Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman
Worst Remake, Sequel, or Rip-off
“Annie” – WINNER
“Atlas Shrugged #3: Who Is John Galt?”
“The Legend of Hercules”
“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”
“Transformers 4: Age of Extinction”
Worst Screen Combo
Any two robots, actors, or robotic actors, “Transformers 4: Age of Extinction”
Kirk Cameron and his ego, “Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas” – WINNER
Cameron Diaz and Jason Segel, “Sex Tape”
Kellen Lutz and either his abs, his pecs, or his glutes, “The Legend of Hercules”
Seth Macfarlane and Charlize Theron, “A Million Ways to Die in the West”
There is life after winning a Razzie for the performers. Ben Affleck, who won a Razzie for the execrable Gigli back in 2003, won this year’s “Redeemer Award” for his work in Argo and Gone Girl. Other Redeemer award nominees:
Jennifer Aniston: From four-time Razzie nominee to SAG award nominee for “Cake”
Mike Myers: From Razzie “Winner” for “Love Guru” to Docu Director of “Supermensch”
Keanu Reeves: From six-time Razzie nominee to the critically acclaimed “John Wick”
Kristen Stewart: From six-time Razzie “Winner” for “Twilight” to the art house hit “Camp X-Ray”
What’s the difference between an Oscar and a Razzie? Razzie award winners deserve it.
“So, where are they?” is the genesis of the famous Fermi Paradox, which is the contradiction between high estimates of intelligent life in the universe and the fact that — so far — there is no physical evidence that aliens have paid us a visit, nor is there any sign of intelligence that we can detect. Physicist Enrico Fermi asked that question nearly 60 years ago and since then, what has become known as the Fermi-Hart Paradox has been a useful starting point for scientific studies about the possibility of alien life in the universe.
The problem is, the universe is 14 billion years old and even if there were just a few intelligent spacefaring civilizations, the entire universe could have been colonized in a few tens of millions of years. There are no good scientific answers largely because we simply don’t have much information.
That doesn’t prevent scientists from speculating. Perhaps life itself is abundant in the universe but intelligent life capable of creating industrialized civilizations that can build rockets to the stars are incredibly rare. Carl Sagan posited the notion that most intelligent civilizations might blow themselves up or poison themselves before they reach maturity and are able to plan interstellar trips.
Certainly, many intelligent civilizations are wiped out by comets and asteroids. Others fry from a nearby gamma ray burst or a black hole mosies into the neighborhood and eats everything in sight.
All of this gives a special impetus to the search for alien life. What is it? Would we be able to recognize it if we saw it? Is it sitting right in front of us but we’re unable to detect it?
That last question is one that NASA may next try to answer in the next decade. In the agency’s budget request for FY 2016, $30 million has been allocated for a mission to Jupiter’s icy moon Europa. Europa is a prime candidate to harbor life because all signs point to a huge ocean of water below the surface ice. All across the moon’s surface are cracks and crevices where that water has broken the surface. There may be volcanoes on the floor of Europa’s oceans that spew hot gasses, heating the water, melting the icy crust covering the ocean, and pushing liquid water on to the surface.
It doesn’t exist long as a liquid due to the extreme cold and non existent atmosphere. But on the ocean’s floor, if volcanoes are responsible for the heat, life could have taken hold. Earth has similar volcanic vents on the floor of our oceans that teem with life. It’s a sexy, tantalizing question and scientists are anxious to go there and see for ourselves.
“From an astrobiology perspective, Europa really brings together the three keystones for habitability,” Kevin Hand, the deputy chief scientist of solar system exploration at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory, tells Popular Science. “And that is of liquid water, access to the elements needed to build life, and potentially the energy needed to power life.”
NASA has been contemplating a trip to Europa for a couple of years, and Congress recently gave the project $100 million for 2015. While the White House proposal only allots $30 million, the fact that it’s coming from the president is important. NASA is an executive branch agency, in need of White House support, and the administration’s new budget “supports the formulation and development of a Europa Mission.” That means NASA engineers can finally put their planning into action.
“They want us to move into the next phase of the mission,” says Robert Pappalardo, the Europa Clipper pre-project scientist at JPL. “So we’re moving to Phase A, where you become a real mission, not just a concept.”
Europa is a bit of an anomaly within our solar system. The moon’s outer layer consists of an icy sheet, somewhere between 1 mile and 18 miles thick (the scientific community is divided on its depth). Due to the ice’s smooth surface and lack of impact craters, researchers believe that this layer is relatively young and active, meaning something—such as an icy, volcanic flow underneath—is constantly renewing the ice and erasing past imperfections.
This has led many experts to support the theory that there’s an ocean underneath the icy crust. The idea was further solidified in 1995 during NASA’s Galileo mission, in which a probe entered orbit around Jupiter. As it passed by the moons, the Galileo spacecraft found that Jupiter’s magnetic field was disrupted in the area around Europa. The disruption indicates that an electrically conductive fluid beneath the moon’s surface is inducing a special kind of magnetic field around the satellite. And given Europa’s icy outer shell, that substance is most likely water.
There are a few ideas on how to penetrate the 1-18 mile ice crust and get to the ocean. Perhaps something as simple as a heated wire unspooled from a lander with a camera and some basic sensors. But since Europa’s oceans might be 100 miles deep — or more — it doesn’t seem practical at this point.
Another idea involves some kind of drilling machine capable of both smashing through the ice and then maneuvering in the ocean. How the machine maintains contact with the lander would be a problem no one has figured out how to overcome.
One thing is sure; the mission to Europa won’t be cheap. In a time of severe budget restraints, it might not be wise or practicable for NASA to designate a mission to Europa as a priority. The moon and Mars beckon us and those missions will also be very expensive, taking most of the agency’s budget over the next decade.
But who knows? At the very least, NASA will study the parameters of a mission to Europa and perhaps they can come up with a solution that isn’t as expensive as it seems.
At least they’re going to get the opportunity to try.
In baseball’s glory days of the 1950′s and 60′s, the average time of a major league baseball game was less than two hours. I remember one classic pitcher’s duel between two Hall of Fame pitchers — Ferguson Jenkins of the Cubs and Bob Gibson of the Cardinals — that lasted one hour and 20 minutes. Gibby won that one 1-0. He pitched a two-hitter, Jenkins a three-hitter.
Today, games last on average over three hours. Some analysts believe that this is a primary factor in the decline in popularity of the sport on TV, although overexposure of the game is almost certainly a close second.
With no one on base, a pitcher has 12 seconds to deliver the ball from the time he receives it from the catcher according to Rule 8.04. Umpires rarely enforce it, which means that when there are baserunners, the game slows to the approximate speed of a sloth coming down a tree for it’s midday meal.
And the effect is cumulative. A few extra seconds given to each batter (usually more than 30 for each team) adds up over the course of a game.
Recognizing that over the last few seasons, even some 9 inning games are approaching 4 hours in length, Major League Baseball and the player’s union have come up with a few rules changes that they hope will speed up the game.
● Managers must make instant replay challenges from the dugout, rather than the field. This should eliminate the on-field delays that occurred in 2014 while managers chatted with umpires while waiting for coaches or video coordinators to recommend whether a play should be challenged.
● Hitters must keep one foot in the batter’s box between pitches, unless an established exception occurs. It’s not clear how many exceptions will exist, but during a trial run in the 2014 Arizona Fall League, those conditions included foul balls, foul tips, time being granted by the umpire, and wild pitches.
● Play will resume promptly once television broadcasts return from commercial breaks.
● Timed pitching changes.
Penalties for all violations will start in May and will include minimal fines, not balls, strikes. The idea is to change players’ habits, not penalize them. As with replay, rules will be adjusted as needed during the course of the season.
“Players are willing to consider certain things relating to improving the game,” MLBPA executive director Tony Clark said. “Players are always interested in doing that. But they are always sensitive to making adjustments that will adversely affect the game. They love it, respect it too much to try and reinvent the wheel in such a way that will damage the game.”
With a number of pace-of-play measures in effect — including a pitch clock, which MLB won’t implement for 2015 — games at the test location for the 2014 Arizona Fall League (Salt River Fields at Talking Stick) were 10 minutes shorter, on average, than AFL games the previous year.
It’s no secret that if the league were really interested in speeding up the game, they would do something about speeding up play when men are on base. Here, the need for speed is offset by genuine and time honored strategies that are an integral part of the game. There is talk of limiting the number of times a pitcher could throw to first (or any other base) to keep the runner close. This is a silly idea because after the allotted throws, a runner would be able to take a lead halfway to second base. Deep six that horrible idea.
What about preventing a batter from stepping out of the batter’s box with men on base? This would affect one of the great “inside baseball” mind games played between pitcher and batter. Pitcher goes into his stretch and holds the ball…and holds it…and holds it…trying to mess up the batter’s concentration. To combat that, the batter will call time and step out of the batter’s box. It may slow the game but it’s beautiful to watch the wheels turn in each man’s mind.
There are other rules changes that could be made that would speed up the game:
* limit the number of pitching changes, or mandate that each pitcher has to face more than one batter.
* MLB could reduce the number of permissible mound visits by managers/coaches
* limit the frequency of pitcher-catcher conferences.
* MLB could start a timer between plate appearances and penalize any player who postpones the next pitch.
The pitcher is the main culprit in slowing down the game and these changes, along with a few others, would have the cumulative effect of speeding up the game. Again, a few seconds less between pitches and between outs would take a healthy slice of time off the clock and bring the length of a baseball game back to a reasonable time period.
When CBS picked up the option to make CSI: Cyber last year, little did programming execs dream that hacking would move to the center of worry for individuals as well as businesses. The Sony hack is just one of a long line of devastating crimes committed by organized hackers — governments or crime syndicates — that have unsettled everyone and made internet security a top priority for governments, businesses and individual consumers.
Judging from this trailer for the premiere on March 4, it appears that the CSI brand is in good hands:
The setting will not be a local police station, but the FBI Cyber Crimes Division. Patricia Arquette heads up the unit and will be kicking butt and taking names playing FBI Special Agent Avery Ryan. The cast will also include James Van Der Beek, Charley Koontz, Peter MacNicol and Shad Moss (aka rapper “Bow Wow”).
The series will reunite the original team that brought CSI to TV: Carol Mendelsohn, Anthony Zuiker and Ann Donahue were writers and executive producers who brought the original CSI to TV in 1999. But how far will they stray from the CSI formula and still make the series work?
How much physical evidence is there in cybercrime? And will viewers sit still for explanations on the inner workings of the internet? It’s fairly easy to explain DNA and other trace evidence and long time viewers of the other CSI franchises know the basics of how the evidence is gathered and analyzed.
But investigating real cybercrime involves painstaking technical procedures that don’t lend themselves well to explanations on series TV. You would hope they wouldn’t go all Star Trek on us and just invent a bunch of gee-wiz gadgets and fake technical jargon to fill in the blanks. So it’s going to be interesting to see how they remain true to the CSI franchise while holding our interest.
All of the CSI spinoffs have done reasonably well and CSI: Cyber shouldn’t be any different. But a precious few shows have had the longevity of the original CSI drama and every time they expand the franchise, they risk going off the rails. You would think that with the original production team back on board that there would be a serious effort to maintain the integrity of the brand. If they do, they could easily have a big hit on their hands as cyber security becomes an even bigger issue going forward.
There was the usual frenzied activity at the NBA trade deadline, with phone lines burning up between the offices of general managers across the league. You have buyers, you have sellers, and you have stand patters.
But this year, you have a genuine feel-good story; Kevin Garnett is going back to where it all started for him 20 years ago.
Garnett, an almost certain first ballot Hall of Fame inductee, spent his first 12 years with the Minnesota Timberwolves. Today, he was traded from Brooklyn back to the Wolves in exchange for power forward Thaddeus Young.
Garnett was the fifth player chosen in the 1995 NBA draft and the first player to skip college and go right into pro ball from high school since 1975 when Darryl Dawkins and Bill Willoughby were selected. He had spent most of his high school years in South Carolina, but for his senior year, his family moved to Chicago where he starred at perennial basketball power Farragut.
He spent 12 years with the Timberwolves, taking the new franchise to the playoffs 8 times. He was traded to Boston in 2007 and won an NBA title with the Celtics in 2008. But time took its toll on the big man, and this year — his 20th season — he was relegated to a bench role with the Brooklyn Nets.
In his prime, he was unstoppable. At 6’11″ and possessing the wingspan of a 747, Garnett was a shot blocker extraordinaire and a defensive stalwart. Watching him play was like watching cool, clear water pour out of a pewter pitcher. He was graceful, fluid, and he accomplished incredible feats of athleticism without appearing to break a sweat.
It is unknown whether he will play another season. His knees are shot, and he labors getting around the court. But Minnesota fans won’t care. Given the horrible season they’re having — 11-42 — they will embrace their former hero and make him feel welcome no matter how long he remains playing.
Elsewhere at the deadline, Miami appeared to help themselves enormously by trading for the Phoenix Sun’s star point guard Goran Dragic, who was unhappy with his changed role with the Suns. The Heat also got Goran’s brother Zoran in exchange for the enigmatic Danny Granger, reserve center Justin Hamilton, and two Miami first round draft choices. Granger starred with Indiana for 9 seasons but has been injured much of the last 3 years. With the Heat, he was averaging less than half his career average of 16 points per game. The Heat also got themselves some depth by picking up veteran swingman John Salmons from New Orleans. They appear to have positioned themselves nicely for a stretch run to the playoffs.
In a massive three team deal, Oklahoma City point guard Reggie Jackson was dealt to the Detroit Pistons. As the saying goes…it’s complicated:
The Oklahoma City Thunder have traded Reggie Jackson to the Detroit Pistons in a three-team deal, a source confirmed to ESPN.com.
The Thunder will acquire Utah Jazz center Enes Kanter and forward Steve Novak, Pistons forward Kyle Singler and guard D.J. Augustin, with Thunder center Kendrick Perkins going to the Jazz, in addition to Grant Jerrett, rights to Tibor Pleiss a Pistons’ second-round pick and a protected future first rounder from the Thunder.
The Thunder are just starting to play well following a rash of devastating injuries to start the year. They are currently in 9th place, a half game out of a playoff spot. Can they be contenders> Don’t count any team out with Russell Westbrook and Kevin Durant.
The Suns were part of another 3 team deal, getting the Milwaukee Bucks fine young point guard Brandon Knight. The Suns sent 2 players to Milwaukee, reserves Tyler Ennis and Miles Plumlee. The third team in the trade, the Philadelphia 76′ers, received draft picks for sending point guard Michael Carter Williams, the reigning rookie of the year, to Phoenix. The Bucks are in the thick of the Central Division race for the first time in years and by bolstering their bench, they have given themselves a good shot to make the playoffs for the third time in the last decade.
It’s not likely that any of these deals will make a champion out any of the teams that dealt at the deadline. But at this time of the year, most general managers are realists and are beginning to think beyond this year and are starting to build for the future. In the end, building an NBA champion takes a combination of good drafts, good trades, and good free agent signings.
And a bit of luck too.
This article was originally published May 28, 2007
Ernie Banks, the most iconic and beloved of all sports figures in Chicago, has died at the age of 83. I wrote this tribute 7 years ago when the Cubs finally decided to honor Banks by commissioning a statue of his likeness to be displayed at Wrigley Field.
It was the hands that drew your immediate attention. The huge 42 ounce bat being held perpendicular to the ground was motionless as was the rest of his lithe 6′ 1″, 180 lb frame. But the hands were busy. The way they nervously gripped and re-gripped the bat was mesmerizing, the fingers in constant motion. And then the pitch, the graceful ripple of a swing… and the ball would take flight.
Few of Ernie Bank’s 512 home runs were Olympian blasts where the ball would arc so high and exit the yard out on to Waveland Avenue, scudding underneath the low clouds that would sometimes hang over Wrigley Field. Instead, the Chicago Cubs Hall of Famer had a graceful, silky swing that would produce a screaming line drive – a “frozen rope” ballplayers call it – that would leave the playing field almost before the pitcher could turn around in disgust to watch the flight of the ball.
And then, the trot around the bases, the long legs effortlessly stretching out, covering the distance to home plate with such ease and grace that tens of thousands of kids all over Chicagoland tried to imitate it. In suburban parks and city streets, youngsters could be seen gripping the bat the way he did, moving like he did. They wanted a baseball glove just like his. To possess his baseball card was to make the lucky kid a celebrity for blocks around.
But beyond all of that, Banks was the sunshine of our childhood. The ear-to-ear grin, the flash of impossibly white teeth and that famous call “It’s a beautiful day for a ballgame… Let’s play two!” had kids and ballplayers alike chuckling along with him, knowing full well that if given the chance, Banks would most certainly have made good on his own suggestion.
The late great Chicago sportscaster Jack Brickhouse referred to Banks as “irrepressible.” Indeed, Banks optimism and good humor along with the courtliness and good manners of a southern gentleman made him perhaps the most popular player in Chicago sports history.
Michael Jordan may have brought the city of Chicago professional basketball championships. And Walter Payton of the Bears may have been beloved for his work ethic and effort on the field. But in the corner of every Chicago sports fan’s heart who saw him play or heard of his exploits, there is a special place reserved for Ernie Banks.
Now finally, 36 years after his retirement from baseball, the Tribune Company, current owners of the team, have agreed to erect a statue of Banks at Wrigley Field.
It took a determined campaign by no less a personage than Jesse Jackson who suggested the idea on a popular sports talk radio show a few months ago. Since then, radio personality Mike North has been talking up the idea and a petition drive got underway. Then Jackson, in a meeting with Cubs President John McDonough, made his pitch and today, the team announced their decision to erect the statue by opening day, 2008.
The 76 year old Banks was delighted:
“Isn’t this wonderful?” exclaimed the Dallas-raised Banks. “Who would have thought this could happen? A young kid from a family of 12, picking cotton . . . had no idea that he would ever do anything in baseball or be a scientist or anything . . . would wind up with a statue at Wrigley Field. That’s an amazing thing.”
“It reminds me of all the people who helped me throughout my life to achieve things, all of the people who touched my life. You know, Buck O’Neil, Jackie Robinson, Wendell Smith, Jack Brickhouse . . . all of these people touched my life. It’s just amazing to me.”
Wendell Smith, a Hall of Fame sportswriter for the now defunct Chicago American had a special relationship with Banks. A pioneer himself, Smith was the first black sports columnist for the Chicago Sun Times as well as the first black sports anchor at WGN TV. But it was Smith who brought the young Ernie Banks to the attention of the Cubs in 1951 while the 20 year old was playing for the old Kansas City Monarchs in the Negro Leagues. Smith was a tireless crusader for black athletes, recommending Jackie Robinson to Branch Rickey when the Dodgers President was contemplating breaking the color barrier in the Major Leagues. And in 1961, Smith wrote a series of articles worthy of being considered for every major journalism award – including a Pulitzer – on the shocking, degrading Jim Crow conditions that black baseball players had to endure during spring training in Florida and elsewhere in the south.
Wendell Smith constantly reminded the young Ernie Banks that he was representing his race and that his behavior off the field as well as his performance on the field was constantly being judged. This placed an enormous, unseen burden on Banks that he reflected on many years later:
“It’s an awesome burden to feel you’re carrying the hopes of a whole race, under constant scrutiny, thinking that every error, every strikeout, every failure in the clutch was taken as a reflection of inferiority in your whole race. Robinson felt it in Brooklyn and Larry Doby felt it in Cleveland. Now it was the weight on Banks in Chicago. His alternative to succeeding was going back to Dallas and working as a bellhop in the Gustavus Adolphus Hotel or the equivalent, which was no alternative at all. So Banks kept up his good nature and held his tongue along with the few other black players. “It also labeled us with the next wave of players who came into the majors and we were called ‘Uncle Tom’ because we didn’t question anything,” he said.
We never knew, of course. Hero worship was less complicated back then. We were quite egalitarian in our choice of role models, not recognizing the implications of our admiration for a black man. But when it came to Ernie Banks, the love and affection felt by those of us who followed his every move – even if we weren’t Cubs fans – transcended the game, his race, even life itself. There is no more intense, loyal relationship than there is between a young boy and his sports hero. And while this may not be true today, it was certainly true in the days when baseball was king and the players were gods.
Life may move on. Baseball and the games change. But Ernie Banks remains the same vital soul he was when last he picked up a baseball bat. His charities and youth outreach programs still provide Chicago’s African American and other minority kids with challenges and chances that they probably would not ordinarily get. He is still a regular fixture at Cubs conventions and at Wrigley Field were he is still worshiped as the most popular Cub player in history.
Of one thing I am certain. The statue they erect in his honor and will unveil next year will have a smile creasing its bronze facade. There is just no other way to remember Ernie Banks. And there is no better way to honor him.
It’s playoff time for the NFL, which means the New England Patriots will be accused of some sort of conspiracy to cheat the other team out of victory.
It shouldn’t surprise us that the accusations get more bizarre every year. The Patriots are such consistent winners, and their mercurial coach, Bill Belichick, such a football genius, that for some, the only explanation for their consistent excellence is that they play fast and loose with the rules.
Except, there is a basis for people’s mistrust of the Patriots. They’ve been caught cheating in the past. The NFL determined that from 2002-2007, the Patriots illegally videotaped their opponents’ hand signals sent in from the sidelines. Belichick was slapped with a $500,000 personal fine, the team lost a first round draft pick, and the team fine was $250,000.
Nowadays, teams relay signals via a headset in the quarterback’s helmet. But in the early part of the 2000s, if you could minutely study your opponents’ signals and match them up with the play that was called, you would have an enormous advantage in your division when you played that opponent a second time.
Belichick has taken Vince Lombardi’s famous adage, “Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing,” to a level never before seen in pro football. So in the aftermath of the Patriots’ 45-7 clobbering of Indianapolis on Sunday, the natural reaction of the Colts was to accuse Belichick of pulling a fast one — specifically, deflating the game balls so that they would be easier to grip and throw in the raw, rainy conditions under which the game was played.
It’s possible. Home-team employees have possession of the game balls, although the refs are supposed to make sure that the balls are regulation and ready for play before the game. And if the Patriots tried to pull any hanky-panky with the balls, why was Brady so brilliant and his counterpart on the Colts, Andrew Luck, who used the same balls, so pathetic? Theoretically, the deflated balls should have benefited both teams.
But the NFL is looking into it anyway:
The NFL has confirmed it is looking into charges the New England Patriots cheated Sunday night when they clinched a trip to the Super Bowl Sunday night by using deflated footballs, a charge star quarterback Tom Brady dismissed as “ridiculous.”
NFL spokesman Brian McCarthy confirmed the probe Monday, following the AFC championship game, in which the Patriots demolished the Indianapolis Colts, 45-7. The charge was first made Sunday night, when an Indianapolis reporter that the NFL had seized at least one game ball from the AFC championship game to examine whether pigskins were intentionally deflated to make them easier to throw and catch.
Brady, in his Monday morning appearance on the New England radio station WEEI, called the report, “ridiculous.”
“I think I’ve heard it all at this point,” Brady said. “That’s the last of my worries. I don’t even respond to stuff like this.”
The story first broke when Bob Kravitz, of WTHR in Indiana, reported it.
“The NFL is investigating the possibility,” Bob Kravitz, of WTHR, tweeted, adding that, “at one point the officials took a ball out of play and weighed it.”
There are times when the accusations of cheating against the Patriots reach the level of the sublimely ridiculous. In the aftermath of the Patriots’ playoff victory over the Baltimore Colts last week, they were accused of running plays from “deceptive” formations that were so cleverly disguised, they fooled the officials.
Listen to Coach John Harbaugh’s idiotic bellyaching about the “deception” involved in the formations:
Harbaugh said that his defense wasn’t given enough time to figure out who the eligible and ineligible players were after New England’s players reported into the game.
“Because what they were doing was they would announce the eligible player and Tom [Brady] would take it to the line right away and snap the ball before [we] even figured out who was lined up where,” Harbaugh said. “And that was the deception part of it. It was clearly deception.”
While the formation was within the rules, some questioned whether it was within the spirit of the rules and fair competition. Either way, the NFL deemed the play legal.
Perhaps Harbaugh wants to ban the fake handoff. After all, it’s just not fair that the defensive linemen are fooled into thinking someone else has the ball. It’s “deception,” right?
The Patriots may not be “America’s Team” and probably never will be. Belichick is a notorious grouch with the press and while Tom Brady married a super model and has always conducted himself with class and dignity, the organization has not been without its off-field controversies.
I’m sure it hardly matters to the players. They, and Belichick, only want to be known as “Super Bowl champions.”
I’ve already seen the catch by New York Giants wide receiver Odell Beckham several dozen times and I still can’t believe it.
Neither will you:
Note that the Dallas Cowboy defender, Brandon Carr, was pawing, grabbing, and holding on to Odell during the catch, giving his best impression of a mugger. The only way to catch the ball was one-handed, so necessity became the mother of invention for Odell in this case.
But where does it rank in the pantheon of great NFL catches?
It should be noted that the catch, however spectacular, was made in a relatively meaningless regular season game with Beckham’s Giants at 3-7 — hardly playoff bound — and the Cowboys at 7-3. Plus, the Cowboys won the game, which takes a little luster off the historical greatness of the catch.
If we’re talking about sheer athleticism and talent, Beckham’s catch has to be right up there. But it may not even be the best catch in Giants’ history. Another Giant, David Tyree, made an otherworldly catch in the waning moments of New York’s Super Bowl XLII upset of the undefeated New England Patriots.
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
He was a crossover hit before crossover was cool — one of the best blues guitarists of his generation a hit with rock ‘n roll fans. He played at Woodstock, partnered with his childhood idol Muddy Waters to produce 3 Grammy winning albums, made records with his keyboardist brother Edgar, and helped popularize the blues with a generation more attuned to the driving beat of the Rolling Stones than the laid back Delta blues of John Lee Hooker.
Johnny Winter was all that and more. His machine gun-like riffs soared above the stage, wailing, grinding, ultimately freed from convention to arrive whole and complete at the end of the measure. Listening to Winter’s solos was almost a spiritual experience that left one both exhilarated and exhausted at the end.
Winter’s enormous talent has been stilled. He died in Zurich while on a European tour. He was 70.
Winter may have become popular because of his rock interpretations of blues standards, and pop covers such as “Good Morning Little School Girl” and “Jumpin’ Jack Flash.” But he much preferred the Chicago-influenced blues he played in his youth. In the end, he went back to playing “pure” blues while his popularity only soared.
You’re not going to get through an obituary of Winter without the writer mentioning his albinism. The irony of a white man, with white hair and pink skin named “Winter” playing the music of black tragedy and pathos was not lost on Johnny or his brother Edgar, who sometimes joined him in concert and in collaborating on albums.
Growin’ up in school, I really got the bad end of the deal. People teased me and I got in a lot of fights. I was a pretty bluesy kid.” That alienation, he believed, gave him a kinship with the black blues musicians he idolized. “We both,” he explained, “had a problem with our skin being the wrong color.”
Rolling Stone paid tribute to Winter in a heartfelt remembrance. It was Rolling Stone that propelled Winter to stardom with a glowing portrait of him in 1968. Bluesman Michael Bloomfield read it, and asked the unknown musician to come on stage and play with he and Al Kooper during a concert at the legendary Filmore East. An exec with Columbia was in the audience and once Johnny gave a manic performance of “It’s My Own Fault,” Columbia had their man and Winter had a check for $600,000.
Rolling Stone comes pretty close to capturing Winter’s pedal-to-the-metal style:
It’s probably overly romantic to say that one can hear any sort of outsider’s howl in Winter’s playing, which first came to wider attention via a 1968 Rolling Stone article that praised him for some of the most “gutsiest, fluid guitar you ever heard,” but at its best, there’s a beautifully articulated flamboyance to his music. Faster and flashier than his blues god contemporary Eric Clapton, Winter’s musicianship — a hyperactive, high-octane intensity was his great blues innovation — had the electric flair of someone who was determined to take charge of how he was seen by others. It was as if his playing (and his gutsy singing) was a challenge to audiences. Okay, you’re looking at me? Then watch this.
The hard rock part of Winter’s career featured his discovery of another frantic and fabled guitarist in Rick Derringer. The group — Johnny Winter And — cut a live album in 1971 that, to this day, is considered one of the most high-octane examples of amphitheater rock ever recorded.
Jumpin’ Jack Flash captures Winter at his most manic and melodic:
One of the last live performances of Johnny Winter And was in 1973 in Connecticut. Winter’s signature song at the time was “Rock ‘N Roll Hoochie Koo,” later adopted by bandmate Derringer as his anthem.
Winter returned to his blues roots in the late 1970′s, churning out records and performing live in between bouts with heroin and prescription drug addiction. By the 1990′s he was clean and entered a new phase of his career, producing anthologies of his work as well as the occasional studio album. His last release was in 2011, titled simply “Roots.”
Although Winter never won a Grammy, he will probably win one posthumously for his upcoming “Step Back,” scheduled to arrive in September. It features the guitarists Eric Clapton, Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top and Joe Perry of Aerosmith.
That’s the kind of rarefied air Johnny Winter breathed for most of his professional life. He was admired by not only the greats of his generation, but the icons of past generations as well. This is a feat precious few musicians achieve and it speaks to Winter’s talent and dedication to the industry for 5 decades that so many from so many walks of life will miss him.
There are legions of soccer haters in America, including some on this site. As I’ve said in the past, there’s nothing wrong with this. Many soccer haters know the game as well as I do and still can’t stand it. Others don’t know the game at all and hate it, which is illogical. Either way, the haters have their reasons and who am I to try and convince them otherwise?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news for the haters, but the World Cup has actually generated some interest in soccer. The ESPN broadcast of the U.S.-Ghana match drew a 7 share overnight, or 8 million viewers. By contrast, a usual broadcast of Monday Night Football draws an 8.6 share, or 9.3 million viewers. Somebody out there in America likes soccer and loves the World Cup.
But it is my belief that a few rule changes would go a long way to getting even more Americans interested in the game. Hopefully, these suggestions wouldn’t alter the character of the game, but simply make it more accessible to American audiences.
1. Injury, or “stoppage” time
The timekeeping problem in soccer is incomprehensible. Are the officials too stupid to keep accurate time? Why not stop the clock for an injury instead of adding on an indeterminate amount of time at the end of the half? (They’re rarely close to being right.) Why can’t they stop the clock after a goal is scored, or when there are long periods of time wasted on arguments with the officials? They rarely stop the clock, except in the case of very serious injuries.
There is nothing exact about timekeeping in a soccer match which is ridiculous in the 21st century. Either keep time or don’t. Add an official timekeeper as they have in football, basketball, and hockey. The ref can control when the clock is stopped and when it starts again. None of this nonsensical, subjective, inaccurate guessing about how much time was lost during a half.
No injury time. No stoppage time. Just 90 minutes of action. Isn’t that what they’re after in the first place?
2. A lack of precision on ball placement and out of bounds plays
How often do you see a foul called and, instead of the player placing the ball exactly where the foul occurred, he advances it 5 or 10 yards and puts it in play? Or you may have noticed when a ball goes out of bounds, the throw-in might eventually occur far from where the ball left the field of play.
The referee will occasionally blow his whistle and force the player to move the free kick back, or motion the player throwing the ball in to play to move closer to where the ball went out of bounds. But there’s no precision, no exactitude. (On throw-ins, I’ve seen players dance 20 yards down the sideline before putting the ball in play.)
It offends the American soul to see this demonstration of inexactness. It’s vaguely unfair. We’re used to games where precision makes a difference between victory and defeat. It can in soccer too.
I understand the attraction in not requiring the referee to handle the ball before putting it in play. It keeps the flow of the game going and maintains an advantage for an attacking team if they can quickly put the ball in play. But there are plenty of times when this rule is abused. Penalizing a team for abusing the practice by awarding a free kick to the opposing team should get players to be more exact in ball placement and out of bounds throw-ins.
The backstory to the U.S.-Ghana match in the World Cup tonight was that the Black Stars had eliminated the United States from the last two World Cups.
But if, as the Klingon saying goes, “revenge is a dish best served cold,” then the U.S. fell a little short.
In brutal conditions at Estadio das Dunas in the Brazilian state of Natal, where players were dropping like flies as a result of the high humidity, substitute John Brooks headed in a corner cross from fellow sub Graham Zusi at the 86th minute to give the U.S. men’s soccer team a dramatic 2-1 victory.
The win was tempered with the knowledge that the U.S. lost their best offensive player for the remainder of the tournament. Striker Jozy Altidore went down with a bad hamstring injury while making a long run down the left sideline. It is doubtful he will come back before the tournament ends.
Forward Clint Dempsey of Everton in the Premier League opened the scoring with a brilliant run through traffic with just 34 second gone in the game. FIFA says it was the 6th fastest goal scored in World Cup history.
But the anemic U.S. offense failed to generate anything for the next 85 minutes. Ghana was constantly on the U.S. side of the field, looking ever more dangerous as cross after cross went into the box. But the U.S. defense — much maligned prior to the World Cup — stood the gaff nicely. And goalkeeper Tim Howard — considered one of the best goalies in the world — made excellent decisions about when to come off his line and when to smother the ball, as well as making two spectacular saves in the second half.
He needed to be at the top of his game:
Ghana might have levelled on the stroke of half-time when Christian Atsu raced down the right flank before finding Jordan Ayew, but the Marseille forward’s side-footed finish was tame.
However, it was a sign of things to come as, in the second half, Ghana began to lay siege to the U.S. goal. Asamoah Gyan was presented with a prime opportunity to level with just over an hour played but, as he turned to shoot inside the area, Geoff Cameron was able to make the block.
The U.S. were able to punctuate the pressure with the occasional chance of their own but an equaliser duly arrived on 82 minutes, when Gyan’s clever backheel allowed Andre Ayew the space to find the net.
Jurgen Klinsmann’s men reacted instantly: Graham Zusi sent over a corner for fellow substitute Brooks to head home and restore their lead on 86 minutes to secure a valuable victory.
The U.S. was simply unable to maintain any kind of possession in the second half. Midfielder Michael Bradley, usually an offensive force, played a horrible game. He gave away at least three touches, steered several passes out of bounds, and instead of his usual crisp, accurate through balls, he laid a lot of wet noodles out there to his teammates that the Black Stars easily intercepted.
But Bradley excelled at the defensive end, as he successfully kept the Ghanian playmakers from operating with too much freedom. It is likely that coach Jurgen Klinsman will continue to ask Bradley to hang back more and cover, especially on the left side where DaMarcus Beasley needed help covering the speedy Ghanian wingers.
Brooks replaced centerback Matt Besler who tweaked his hamstring in the first half. The 21-year old Hertha Berlin product is the first American to score a goal in his World Cup debut since Clint Mathis pulled it off in 2002. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
But Ghana, as good and talented a side as they are, is not Portugal or Germany. Both of those teams have the ability and talent to break down the U.S. defense over the course of 90 minutes. Portugal’s international star Ronaldo can do that by himself. If the U.S. expects to get at least a result out of either of those two games, they better find a way to generate some consistent offense. Otherwise, their back line will be exposed to the devastating attacks of Germany and Ronaldo’s magical runs.
But for now, the U.S. can celebrate a gutsy, well-deserved win over their nemesis, Ghana. Going forward without Altidore is a big problem, but solving it can wait until tomorrow. Given that out of 23 World Cup matches since 1990, the U.S. side has won only 5, they might be excused for living in the moment and savoring the victory.
When Spain and the Netherlands met for the World Cup championship in South Africa in 2010, most observers expected a close marking, low scoring game. They were right. It took 116 minutes of play — 90 minutes of regular play plus 26 minutes of extra time — before Andrés Iniesta of Spain broke the hearts of Orange fans everywhere by sending a half-volley skidding across the pitch underneath the frantic dive of the Dutch goalkeeper, Maarten Stekelenburg.
Today, at Arena Fonte Nova in Salvador, the Dutch exacted a satisfying — and shocking — revenge. The Orange first broke down, then exposed Spain’s back line, scoring 4 goals in the second half to win 5-1.
Five goals in a soccer match is a veritable tidal wave of scoring. And in a World Cup? Against the defending champions? Look up in the sky tonight and see if there’s a blue moon.
Spain looked disorganized from the beginning, although they managed to take a 1-0 lead when their Brazilian born striker Diego Costa went down in the penalty area on a questionable call. The Atlético Madrid product then buried the penalty kick giving Spain the lead.
Just before halftime, the Dutch responded by scoring one of the prettiest goals you’re bound to see during this year’s tournament. Daley Blind sent a long, shallow cross to the goal mouth from the left wing that Manchester United forward Robin van Persie headed beautifully over the keeper and into the back of the net.
The second half was all Netherlands:
The celebrations were even better eight minutes into the second half, when a piece of Robben magic gave them the lead.
Van Persie’s chip picked out his teammate, but he had plenty still to do as he controlled the ball brilliantly with the outside of his boot before turning Gerard Pique and Sergio Ramos, converting with a slight deflection off the latter.
There was no holding Netherlands back, though, Van Persie cracking a volley against the crossbar on the hour before De Vrij made it 3-1 from Sneijder’s curling free-kick. Casillas came to claim but failed, with De Vrij on hand to bundle home at the far post.
The pace only increased from there, Silva’s close-range finish chalked off for offside before Netherlands extended their lead to three in the 72nd minute. Casillas was wholly culpable this time, turning a harmless back pass into one dreadful touch and an open goal for the alert Van Persie.
Robben completed Spain’s misery with 10 minutes left, collecting Sneijder’s pass and then reducing Casillas and his defenders to a floundering mess as he made room for an emphatic finish.
Arjen Robben, the Bayern Munich star, was all over the pitch during the match, scoring twice and sending cross after cross to waiting teammates in the scoring area as the Spanish defense stood around in befuddlement.
Spain gave up more goals in this one game than they did during their entire 2010 championship run. The last two goals you could chalk up to Spain moving everyone forward, looking to get back in the game. But the Spanish keeper Iker Casillas of Real Madrid looked shaky and his lousy first touch of a simple back pass was gobbled up by van Persie who beat a Spanish defender to the ball and rammed it home.
Spain can recover. These are some of the best professional players in the world and you would expect them to forget this game and move on. But the road will not be easy. They will be tested by a strong Chile side on June 18 before finishing group play against plucky Australia on the 23rd. Two victories and they’ll win through to the Round of 16. Anything less and their fate will be out of their own hands.
Long time Sports Illustrated columnist and ESPN commentator Rick Reilly is retiring from the business at age 56.
Reilly didn’t invent the human interest sports story, but he may have perfected it. His “Life of Reilly” columns at SI were full of ordinary athletes performing with incredible handicaps. He wrote of their families, their teammates, and their communities with love and respect.
And man, could he write. Reilly and P.J. O’Rourke are the reasons I decided to try my hand at writing so late in life. Reilly had an ability to boil down the essence of a story until nothing but shining truth remained.
Reilly reminisced about some of the people he wrote about along the way at ESPN.com:
I’d notice how Michael Jordan never appeared before us until his tie was tied, his $3,000 suit buttoned, his silk pocket square just so. From him, I learned professionalism.
I watched safe after safe fall on John Elway’s head — Super Bowl losses, divorce, the loss of his twin sister and his beloved dad — and yet he refused to allow himself one ounce of self-pity. From him, I learned grit.
I’d see how Jim Murray would get up out of his chair in the press box to greet each of the dozens of people who just wanted to shake the great sports writer’s hand, even though he could hardly see his chair, much less their hands. From him, I learned humility.
I wrote about the teammates of high school cross country runner Ben Comen, who would finish their 3-mile races and then double back out onto the course to run with Ben and his limping cerebral palsy gait. From them, I learned love.
I discovered the athletes of Middlebury College, who would pick up a severely handicapped fan named Butch, load him into the car and take him to every game, where they’d provide a hot dog, a Coke and a buddy. From them, I learned service.
Never let anyone tell you sports doesn’t matter. Never let them tell you it’s all about the wins, the losses and the stats. Sports is so much more than that. It’s your grandfather and you and the way a Sunday Bears game bonds you like Super Glue. It’s what you ask of yourself to break four hours in the marathon. It’s the way your softball buddies can still laugh about you hitting the ump instead of the cutoff man 30 years later.
From his perch at SI, Reilly brought readers into the world of sport like no other writer of this or any other generation. Using the drama and sweep of sports to tell the most intimate of stories was inspired writing and the fact that he could pull it off most of the time speaks to his talent and his heart.
Reilly has not been forthcoming about his plans for the future except to say he’ll be living in Italy. His fans will look forward with anticipation for whatever genius flows from his pen.
One of the NHL’s all-time greats has played his last game. Teemu Selanne — the “Finnish Flash” — who played 21 seasons with three teams, confirmed his retirement after his Anaheim Ducks team was ousted from the playoffs in a second round game 7 against the Los Angeles Kings.
The NHL Rookie of the Year in 1992-93, Selanne set a rookie record for goals and total points that still stands. He joined the old Winnipeg Jets after playing 3 years professionally in Finland. Internationally, he played in 6 Olympics for his home country, winning 3 Bronze Medals and a Silver. He was named the 2014 Sochi Olympics Most Valuable Player.
Selanne is one of eight players to score 70 or more goals in a season. Overall, he ended up with 684 goals, good for 11th best in history. His 1457 points are good for 15th best.
In his youth, he was one of the fastest players on ice with a hard, accurate shot. He had a nose for the puck and could be found sniffing around the net for a rebound that usually landed on his stick. Selanne possessed excellent hockey instincts and was an above average defensive player, although it was never a strong point in his play.
Following the Ducks 6-2 loss to Anaheim last night, the traditional handshake line began. NHL.Com mic’d up Selanne for this last hurrah as his opponents said goodbye. Then, the crowd erupted in cheers and began to chant his name as the Kings tapped their sticks rhythmically on the ice. Selanne teared up at this wonderful gesture and acknowledged the love.
A remarkable tribute for a remarkable player.
(Full disclosure: I am Chicago editor of PJ Media and obviously have a rooting interest in who wins.)
The Stanley Cup may be the most unique trophy in all of professional sports. Unlike other pro sports awards that are made new each year and presented to the winner, the Cup remains in the possession of the previous year’s champion until a new one is crowned.
In the off season, each member of the winning team gets to keep the Cup for one day. It’s flown around on a special jet, making appearances in players’ home towns all over the world. A truly special moment for the player and his family.
Given that tradition, it’s no wonder that NHL playoff hockey games are a spectacle of intensity, courage, and brilliant play. This makes repeating as champion in back-to-back years an extremely difficult proposition.
So many things can happen to derail a repeat; a hot opposing goalie in one of the early rounds, injuries, even a lack of intensity by the champion. The last team to win the Cup two seasons in a row was Detroit in 1996-97 and 1997-98.
The reigning Stanley Cup champions are the Chicago Blackhawks. What are their chances to repeat the feat and grab the Cup once again?
Here are 5 reasons the Hawks will win again.
1. Outstanding production from their superstars.
Following the break for the Winter Olympics, the Blackhawks went into a minor funk. Part of the reason for that was injuries to some of their key players. But overall, they just weren’t getting the scoring from their bevy of talented forwards.
Then the playoffs began and it was like someone flipped a switch. Wingers Patrick Kane and Marion Hossa, and center Jonathan Toews have elevated their games to another level. With Coach Joel Quennville juggling line combinations to get at least one of his best players on the ice at all times, the Blackhawks offense has flourished in first 9 games.
2. The Return of Brian Bickell
One of the big stars of the Blackhawk’s run for the Cup last year was Brian Bickell – a most unlikely hero on a team chock full of offensive talent, Bickell played on the third line — a grouping that Quennville would send out to check the opposing team’s top line. He ended up scoring 9 goals and 8 assists in 23 playoff games for the Hawks, giving them an offensive boost in the tight checking, low scoring playoff games.
But Bickell had a below average regular season this year, playing in only 62 of a possible 82 games and scoring only 11 goals and 4 assists. He was benched a few times by Quennville for sometimes lackluster play.
But someone lit a fire under Bickell once these playoffs began and he is once again producing at key times. He’s tied for second on the team for points scored in the playoffs and is flying around the ice, using his 6’4″ 230 lb frame as a battering ram to terrorize opposing forwards. Bickell adds a much needed presence in front of the net where his bulk screens goalies from seeing shots.
If Bickell can continue to contribute, the Hawks will be tough to beat.
When Kevin Durant was drafted second overall in the 2007 NBA draft by the Seattle Supersonics, much was expected of the gangly, 19 year old, 6’9″ 200 lb University of Texas product. Durant didn’t disappoint. He led all NBA rookies in scoring and was named Rookie of the Year.
But Seattle finished a dismal 20-62 that year and, failing to hold up the state of Washington for a new arena, ownership packed up and moved to Oklahoma City where a unique and special love affair between city and fans still endures.
Making that love affair even more special, Durant was named Most Valuable Player by the NBA for the 2013-14 season.
In his acceptance speech — a 25 minute tearful tribute to the city, the fans, his teammates, coaches, and most of all, to his mother — Durant recounted anecdote after anecdote that revealed why he felt so blessed to be where he was.
To say he had a rough time growing up is an understatement:
On his mother: “One my best memories I have is when we moved into our first apartment. No bed, no furniture, we all just sat in the living room and just hugged each other. We thought we made it. … You wake me up in the middle of the night in the summertime, making me run up a hill, making me do push-ups. Screaming at me from the sidelines of my games at eight or nine years old … When you didn’t eat, you made sure we ate. You went to sleep hungry. You sacrificed for us. You’re the real MVP.
His mother also worked hard to keep her son out of trouble:
As Rose had reminded us just a few years before, these big boys of the NBA are never too old to thank the women who brought them into the world — even when it’s in front of the world. When Durant nearly quit basketball as a seventh-grader, the gangly kid questioning everything from his own talent to the idea that all of this hard work was even worth it and telling his Godfather, Taras “Stink” Brown, that he was done, Wanda was the one who told him to keep going.
Pratt, who worked as a Postal Service mail handler to make ends meet, had grown up on the same rough streets as her boys. She knew that quitting anything at this crucial stage only led youngsters down a dark path. Then during his freshman season at National Christian Academy in Fort Washington, Md., with Durant frustrated at the lack of attention from AAU coaches and tempted by things that tempt kids at that age, he nearly quit again until guess-who intervened.
“I was going to quit, and be a so-called street guy,” he told me in April 2012. “(Pratt) could see it in my eyes and she pulled me to the side one day, and she slapped it out of me. She talked to me, gave me some good words and kind of revved me up a little bit, so ever since then I’ve been on the same path.”
Durant proved himself a community leader during the aftermath of the devastating tornado that struck Oklahoma City in 2013, donating a million dollars to the Red Cross and making appearances around the city to boost morale and comfort those who lost so much.
But Oklahoma City fans didn’t need any proof of Durant’s philanthropy. He has given millions of dollars to charitable organizations in the city over the years and given generously of his time to youth groups, trying to keep at-risk kids out of trouble.
Durant took his game from the stratosphere into outer space this year — a primary reason he got 119 first place MVP votes compared to perennial winner Lebron James’ 6. His teammate and friend Russell Westbrook was out 27 games with knee surgery and during that time, Durant put on a display of offensive play rarely seen in the history of the game:
Durant’s run of 41 consecutive games this season with at least 25 points was the third longest streak in NBA history. In all, he scored at least 40 points 14 times. He also averaged 7.4 rebounds and a career-high 5.5 assists while shooting 50 percent from the field.
“He does everything,” New Orleans coach Monty Williams said. “You just can’t recall a guy that long who can do what he does every single night. Shooting from 30 feet on the floor with confidence and driving to the basket and dunking on guys, and then go post up, and on top of it, a great teammate and good kid.”
Durant moved to the front of the pack while Westbrook was out following his most recent knee surgery. Durant averaged 35 points and 6.3 assists during that span as the Thunder went 20-7 and remained among the league’s elite.
But is Durant the best player in the game today? It’s an esoteric argument considering it’s hard to qualitatively compare James and Durant. A purely statistical comparison would give the nod to Durant — this year. But James has been so good for so long that a good argument could be made that Lebron stands at the top of the NBA pyramid.
Let’s put it this way; I wouldn’t want to live on the difference between the two.
There’s so much raunchiness and ugliness in professional sports. But it may be symptomatic of why we love the games so much that one week, you can have Donald Sterling being punished for an ugly, racial tirade and the next, reward one of the truly nice people in sports with a Most Valuable Player award.
The imbroglio involving TNT NBA analyst Charles Barkley’s comments about obese people is one of those incidents that you find it hard to agree with either side. Barkley — once known as the “round mound of rebound” should be the last person making fun of fat women. His fellow analyst Shaq O’Neil looks like he’s been packing on the pounds himself since he retired.
You have to imagine the TNT studio guys sitting around, mouthing off as guys might do in a locker room or a Man Cave, giving their opinions about how some women look, how ugly or hot they are. Except these guys are on national TV with a couple of million people tuning in.
Barkley was prompted by co-host Kenny Smith, another retired NBA player, who asked, “what kind of women are in San Antonio?”
“Big old women down there,” Barkley replied to extensive laughter from his fellow hosts on Tuesday, who aside from Smith include Shaquille O’Neal and Ernie Johnson. “That’s a gold mine for Weight Watchers.” (Barkley himself is a spokesperson for Weight Watchers.) He later added, “Victoria’s definitely a secret. They can’t wear no Victoria’s Secret down there,” and “they wear big old bloomers down there, ain’t nothing skimpy down in San Antonio.”
Barkley went on and on as his co-hosts egged him on, asking, “they have spandex down there in San Antonio?” and “it’s a gold mine — it’s a gold mine.”
Quite insensitive, no? But the reaction from a “fat acceptance” group should put America on notice that the next great drive for victimhood status is going to come from the BBW crowd.
Talk about a “gold mine” — imagine the smiles on the faces of the big, beautiful women who are working to make criticism and mocking of obese people something akin to racism:
The statements are not sitting well with the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance which is now calling for Chuck to apologize, ASAP.
“Making slurs about body size is just as offensive as making comments about body color,” spokesperson Peggy Howell tells TMZ Sports.
“One would think being a black man, he’d be more sensitive to having his physical body criticized. It’s totally out of line. He should absolutely apologize.”
What’s frightening is that she’s serious. The NAAFA says this about the affects of obesity:
Size Discrimination Consequences are Real!
Creates medical and psychological effects
Results in wage disparity
Affects hiring and promotion
Affects academic options and advancement
Affirmative action for people who are weight challenged? Why not? Every other “victim” of white male privilege wants it. Why should obese people be any different?
And victims they are, according to their “Mission”:
To eliminate discrimination based on body size and provide fat people with the tools for self-empowerment though public education, advocacy, and support.
What’s the best way to “eliminate discrimination based on body size”? Piggyback your grievances on those of other oppressed minorities of color, or sex, or sexual orientation.
Fat people are discriminated against in all aspects of daily life, from employment to education to access to public accommodations, and even access to adequate medical care. This discrimination occurs despite evidence that 95 to 98 percent of diets fail over five years and that 65 million Americans are labeled “obese.” Our thin-obsessed society firmly believes that fat people are at fault for their size and it is politically correct to stigmatize and ridicule them. Fat discrimination is one of the last publicly accepted discriminatory practices. Fat people have rights and they need to be upheld!
NAAFA’s message of size acceptance and self-acceptance is often overshadowed by a $49 billion-a-year diet industry that has a vested economic interest in perpetuating discrimination against fat people. Without active financial support from people like you, NAAFA would not exist and could not fulfill its crucial role defending your rights. While it is an uphill battle to achieve our goals, together we are making a difference.
In other words, you, too, can become a protected class under EEOC, affirmative action, and — the jackpot — the Americans with Disabilities Act. All it takes is money to hire a bunch of lobbyists and to contribute to the right political campaigns.
And Barkley, O’Neil, et al just gave the NAAFA and other like minded groups a powerful fundraising tool.
It’s one thing to act like a jerk when you’re alone with your friends making cracks about various women’s anatomical shortcomings. But doing it on national television takes a special kind of insensitivity. Not akin to racism, to be sure. But the simple, empathetic recognition that remarks like that are hurtful of other people’s feelings should have zipped Barkley’s mouth shut — especially considering his own weight problems over the years.
There are many factors that go into obesity and not all are controllable by the individual. Many men and women suffering from thyroid disease are obese, and some adrenal conditions also lead to medical obesity.
But the vast majority of obese people get that way from overeating combined with lack of exercise. When I was 285 pounds and headed for an early grave, I made some very basic, simple changes to what I ate. I didn’t starve myself. Just ate more of some things and less of others. I also made an effort to exercise a little bit.
That was 4 years ago. Since then, I’ve lost 60 lbs. and continue to lose a pound or two every few months. I have no claim to superior “will power” or anything else. It’s just a matter of making smart life choices and sticking with it — without the drama often associated with formal dieting.
Fat people don’t deserve to be ridiculed on national television. Neither do they deserve the protections offered by the federal government for “oppressed” groups. It doesn’t take much imagination to see that groups advocating “fat acceptance” will become as whiny and demanding of special treatment as any other “civil rights” group in Washington.