Archive for May 1st, 2006

Hey, I'll bet you $20 that that's an ugly headcover.In a new book that’s coming out next week, John Daly discloses that he’s lost between $50 and $60 million in his life through gambling. That’s… Goodness gracious. That’s a “holy fuck” kind of a number. His gambling problem appears to be not only addiction, but he also seems to be a really, really bad gambler.

In one episode, he won $750,000 for his finish in the World Golf Championship… then drove immediately to Vegas and lost $1.65 million in five hours. The most bizarre part of the story, at least to me, is that he lost that much playing $5,000 slot machines… which aren’t even fun. To each his own, I guess, but… if you’re going to lose that much lumber, at least make it enjoyable. At least do more than pull a lever. Some blackjack, some craps, some poker… I dunno. That might just be me.

There are other stories just like one in the article. It’s really just staggering… I can’t relate. And this, which frightens the hell out of me, is his plan for the future:

He said he plans to start at the $25 slots in the casinos and set a “walkout loss number,” which would tell him it’s time to leave.

“If I make a little bit, then maybe I move up to the $100 slots or the $500 slots, or maybe I take it to the blackjack table,” he wrote. “It’s their money. Why not give it a shot, try to double it? And if I make a lot, I can…

“Well, that’s my plan.”

I think that’s a very bad plan. I’ve got a better plan, I think: stay the hell out of the casino. Walkout loss numbers are good, but… you can’t finish the sentence without talking about upping your bets and trying to double your money. That’s a pretty good sign that you don’t have a handle on this problem. It’s like a heroin user saying, “You know, I think I’ll just shoot up a little bit.”

Don’t get me wrong, I realize that it’s not as easy as just stayout out of the casino. The man is clearly the all-time heavyweight champion of addictive personalities. While talking to former Cowboys linebacker Hollywood Henderson in rehab for drinking, Hollywood told Daly to be careful, because he’d find something sooner or later that he loved as much as drinking. It’s gambling… and, you know, if it goes too far with gambling, you don’t start shaking and need help walking off the green. You get Joe Pesci clamping your head in a vice.

I really wish the best for John Daly… some major therapy is in order here. PGA Tour commissioner Tim Finchem has offered the help and support of the Tour, and I hope they can do something for the guy.

Reggie Evans, in a Daly-esque fit on denial, says he didn't do anything wrong.I’m not sure that I want to live in world where it’s OK to sexually assault Chris Kaman. I’ve been enjoying the first round of the NBA Playoffs as much as I’ve ever enjoyed any sporting event, but… I might have to stop watching the NBA now. I cannot believe that he was not suspended for that. Oh, he was fined… $10,000. Which is about the same punishment the NBA might give out to a guy for doing something outlandish like, oh, I dunno… wearing warm-up pants on the way to the arena.

I just am in disbelief… If you take a step back and look at the danger involved in some of the previous incidents where guys have been suspended in the NBA playoffs, I believe that the Evans/Kaman ball tug might be the most dangerous. James Posey hit Kirk Hinrich before he went up for the lay-up… had he hit him a second later, as Hinrich was in the air, then, yes, that’d be more dangerous. Artest’s shot to Manu Ginobili’s head was barely anything. A firm tug on the ballsack by a man as strong as Reggie Evans… I’m no urologist, but that could mess up your goods, right?

I really am shocked by the lack of a suspension here. Shocked, I tell you. Maybe the NBA is thinking that it doesn’t warrant suspension because usually, Chris Kaman has to pay people to touch his balls… and they just view this one as a freebie. I have no idea.

Lifesize replicas of Doug Flutie, free in every box.Doug Flutie, according to the Boston Herald, is about to announce his retirement, ending the Flutie/Brady QB controversy in New England. I’ve been a supporter of Little Dougie throughout his career, and I didn’t want to let his retirement pass without a few words.

It’s really kind of a shame that he didn’t have a better NFL career… I think he could have. The man produced. I know he’s 11 inches tall, and I know that poses a lot of problems for an NFL quarterback, but… the man just produced. The fact that he was ever mired in an actual quarterback controversy with Rob fucking Johnson is a travesty.

He won the Heisman Trophy in college with Boston College, but more importantly, authored perhaps the best sports highlight ever… the Hail Mary pass that beat Miami, of course. He was a consenus All-American, won four player of the year awards, and was even a damn finalist for the Rhodes Scholarship. He was, however, unable to beat WVU in four tries.

He signed with the USFL out of college, and the league quickly folded. He then went to Canada and won three Grey Cups, and was named the league’s Most Outstanding Player six times.

Not that I feel bad for Doug in any way… he’s a hero in Canada, his bank account probably looks pretty nice, and he should have free corn flakes for the rest of his life. He’s had a hell of a professional career… ending, of course, with an extra-point drop kick, the first in the NFL in over 60 years.

MILFA day after burying the Phoenix Suns in Game Four, Kobe’s wife Vanessa gave birth to a little girl, the couple’s second. Her name is Gianna, and her first words were, “Hey, Steve Nash, that MVP trophy doesn’t seem to mean a whole lot right now, does it?”

And Shaquille O’Neal’s wife Shaunie also gave birth yesterday, just six minutes before Vanessa Bryant did. They named their child Mearah Sanaa O’Neal, and she was 53 inches long and weighed 81 pounds. Her first words, “Hey, why is mommy’s birth canal so goddamn wide?”

Congratulations to both of them.

Marcus, pictured here wishing that they'd show Punky Brewster reruns on the jumbotron...I knew that NFL teams had some pretty major concerns about Marcus Vick, but… I didn’t know it was this bad. A full day after the NFL draft, Marcus Vick has yet to sign a free agent contract with any team. I thought he’d get drafted in the 5th or 6th round, and at least get a shot. But here we are, two days after the draft, and he still hasn’t signed with anyone. A homophobic hick power forward has signed a contract… and Marcus Vick hasn’t.

I hope he’s just taking his time and sorting through the offers, looking for the best situation, trying to find the city with the least depth on the QB chart, and the most lax security at area McDonalds franchises. But it’s also possible that no one’s calling at all… which would be absolutely amazing, considering the talent he displayed at college. I find it hard to believe that with all the character issues people have had in the NFL, that they’re drawing the line at Marcus Vick.

We shall see.

God DAMN he's handsome.  I'm tempted to go Reggie Evans on him.A lot of things we talk about here are utterly pointless, but I think this particular exercise is the most inconsequential and worthless of them all: draft grades. In five years, sure, grade the hell out of them. Get out the red pen, get some gold stars, and make smiley faces all over the place. But for right now, it’s just masturbation.

I get the appeal of the draft… and I was as thrilled to watch it as anyone. You want your team to fill needs, you have your favorite college players, you have opinions on guys, and that’s fine… grades on just the first round might be doable, which is alright with me, since Antonio Cromartie is going to be the greatest cornerback ever. But putting any kind of an accurate grade on a team’s entire draft… well, that’s just not possible until your 3rd rounder gets arrested for pulling a gun on a cafeteria worker and your 6th rounder becomes the first guard to ever win the league’s MVP. You can’t project anything. No one alive could grade these things accurately… not even if Mel Kiper Jr. and Dr. Z had a lovechild, named it Mel Z. Jr., and that child was raised by the guy with the stopwatch at the NFL combine.

So I’m giving every team an A+ just for showing up and trying so hard. Congratulations to all you guys, you deserve it.

I’m sorry I didn’t have anything posted bright and early this morning, but that’s because I was still trying to process this:

Reggie Evans… went downstairs. I’m just a little disconcerted about a couple of things… 1) having to listen to Chris Kaman talk about his nuts so much… 2) the fact that someone wanted to touch Chris Kaman’s balls. It’s um… I dunno. I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it. But let us all give thanks to both YouTube and the TNT studio crew.

I just don’t know if I should call Reggie Evans a sick, sick, fuck… or praise him for having a greater desire to grab a rebound than any man has ever had in the history of the world. I’m all for hustle, and giving your all, and sacrificing for the team… but hey, there is no rebound out there that is worth me having to touch Chris Kaman’s nether regions. No rebound is worth that.

I am curious, though… is a suspension warranted? The NBA’s set the bar pretty low for the standard of conduct that warrants a suspension. If Artest deserved one, and Posey deserved one… then I’d think any sort of assault on the genitalia and/or attempted sex act deserves one. It’s not as outright violent as a tackle, but… I mean… those are balls. You just don’t touch balls. I think some jail time might be warranted.

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