Archive for February 9th, 2006

Dick Bavetta, preparing to fist Shaq.Dick Bavetta has set the NBA’s all-time record for games officiated at 2,135. The more remarkable part? He’s never missed a game he was assigned. Never. Not once. Never missed one for the flu, a missed flight, an injury, an illness, personal issues, gout, chlamydia, ringworm, an LSD overdose… nothing. At 66 years old. Fuckin’ A.

Let’s give it up for Dick Bavetta. 2,135 consecutive games? I doubt I could show up 2,135 times consecutively for anything, unless it I had constant constant appointments for orgies with the Brazilian bikini team. That kind of track record, especially at a physically demanding job, is incredible.

Dick’s been involved with his share of controversial calls. But anyone who works that much, over that kind of a period of time, is going to be involved in some controversy. That’s just going to happen… especially in the NBA, where the line is so fine between charging/blocking. And as much bitching as there always is about officials, in any sport… these guys, especially ones with as much experience as Dick Bavetta, are the best in the world at what they do.

Kinda looks like he's about to push her head under the table.Michael Farber says it’s a crisis. Frank DeFord says, eh, no big thing. I say that if it’s any story about hockey, and people have been talking about it for two days, then it must be huge.

Personally, I don’t care if Jeremy Roenick, Janet Gretzky, or Ned Braden gamble their entire life savings on the next Grey Cup. That’s their business. No one’s in any position to tell athletes what they can or can’t do in their free time. But, that said, it is bad news when you have professional athletes aligned with organized crime and gambling rings. You can’t have that. A sport absolutely cannot tolerate that.

I know that no one involved has (yet) been accused of gambling on hockey. But, let’s say, for example, that you’ve got a guy who happens to be an assistant coach for an NHL franchise in the southwestern portion of the United States. Let’s say this guy starts up an illegal gambling ring, taking millions of dollars in bets. I’m supposed to believe that he’ll draw the moral line at gambling on hockey? Clearly, this hypothetical person is not all that concerned with ethical behavior.

I just could not be convinced that if you’ve got a hockey coach, an illegal gambling ring, and all kinds of guys with mob ties, that they’re going to stop themselves at some point and say, “Hey, wait this might be unethical. We can’t take bets on hockey. We’re better people than that. Now, come on, we’re going to be late for our volunteer shift at Meals on Wheels.” No. That possibility that none of this ever affected hockey strikes me as remote.

If you’re the NHL, or any sports league, you simply can’t have your athletes and coaches hanging out with people in the gambling industry. I mean, I don’t care if Michael Jordan and his pals play Pebble Beach for $60,000 a hole, or if Jaromir Jagr plays blackjack for $100,000 a hand. That’s not what we’re talking about here.

For an athlete, a guy with so much information about his own team and other teams, to be hanging out with someone involved in a mob gambling ring… that just looks bad. A sport can’t risk it. I know I said that no one has a right to tell athletes what to do with their personal lives, but if 17-year-old Guy LeMullet was friends with a guy running a gambling ring before he got to the NHL (which seems unlikely), then he has to stop being friends with him once he’s in the NHL. A relationship like that can jeopardize an entire league.

And, back to this particular instance, it was much more than any of that. A coach is accused of actually bankrolling an entire illegal operation, with the help of organized crime and a(n) (alleged) dirty cop. To me, that is a huge, huge, story. And it gets huger when you consider that the two people named so far, Rick Tocchet and Janet Jones Gretzky, surround the game’s most famous and influential figure on both sides… well, that’s not good.

The whole thing kinda baffles me. I don’t know why someone as successful as Rick Tocchet is screwing around with some New Jersey wiseguys to do something that could put him away for 10 years and deliver a serious black eye to his sport. It will be interesting to see what kinda of details continue to surface.

Ick.  I apologize for this.The day after Phil Jackson cried about officials being intimidated by the fact that Mark Cuban is so diligent in sending the league tapes detailing their performances, Cuban got off some truly masturbatory remarks in response. Some of them include…

I own Phil Jackson. Not literally of course. That thrill belongs to the smartest businesswoman in professional sports, Jeannie Buss. Figuratively however, the coach formerly known as the Zen Master must now be considered my bucket boy…

For whatever reason, I have gotten to Phil so completely and thoroughly that every time he comes to Dallas he has to offer unsolicited comments about me to the media. I wonder if he dreams about me the nights he spends here in Dallas. Ok, I don’t wonder. I’m curious about it…

Of course I dont truly believe that I own Phil. This is all tongue in cheek, but that wont prevent me from walking up to him and saying “Boo” to see if he jumps, just to find out for sure :)

Translation: “They’re talking about ME on SportsCenter! I’M ON TV! WATCH WHAT I DO NEXT! LOOK AT ME!”  And by the way, that damn smiley thing is his, not mine.
Clearly, he enjoys this. He enjoys needling Phil Jackson (who has a long history of whining about officiating… kinda like Mark Cuban, actually), he enjoys the attention, and he enjoys feeling like he’s in Phil’s head, and he does feel that way, regardless of his little disclaimer statement at the end there.

Yeah, he does kinda look like a guy you'd wanna punch in the face.I can’t think of too many guys in sports right now who are more universally hated by fans than JJ Redick. Certainly, you’ve got Terrell Owens… Alex Rodriguez is probably somewhere up there. Bill Romanowski, maybe. But at the moment, there aren’t a lot of guys ahead of J.J. Redick.

And I think that’s fine. He is the marquee player at one of the nation’s marquee basketball schools… that alone is going to make him a pretty big target. Throw in a cocky swagger and the fact that he’s probably going to bury your team, and yeah, I can see where it comes from. I’ve hated guys for the simple reason that they’re good players on teams I don’t like. A couple of years ago, I probably called Jerry Rice a cocksucker six or seven times a day.

Now, I don’t think anyone should be making signs about banging his little sister, and I think Maryland’s “Fuck You J.J.” chant was just lame, but… I don’t think that some excess boos and taunting are out of line. Things like that happen to great players.

And that’s exactly what Redick is. I love watching him play. And it’s not just his game (which, in terms of of NBA readiness, is underrated), it’s his attitude. He can’t be bothered. Last week against BC, Sean Marshall got in his face and started screaming for no apparent reason. Not only did Redick not back down, but the next time down the floor, Marshall was knocked down, and Redick helped him up.

The TV guys lauded him for his sportsmanship, but that’s not what that was. That was Redick saying, “You can’t bother me. You are incapable of bothering me, because you are little bitch Sean Marshall, and I am superstar J.J. Redick. You can scream, taunt, yell, whatever you want, but I’m going to be better than you. I’m going to win.” And then he scored 7 points in the last three minutes, and Duke did, in fact, win.

Page 2′s Bomani Jones is a fan, too… despite the fact that he hates Duke. I think Redick will make a fine professional, too. I question whether or not he has the combination of size and speed to guard NBA 2-guards, but… he’s the kind of player that finds a way. Two years ago, he was nothing like what he is now. He will work to get better. Yeah, there are things you can point to that he doesn’t have, but when you look at what he does have… a pure jumpshot with almost limitless range, a great sense of timing, he’ll work like hell to get open, he’s an underrated passer, he plays unselfishly, and when the game’s on the line, he’s got balls of steel. That’s too rare to pass on. If I were an NBA GM, there’s no way I’d let him get past the middle of the first round.

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