The Sporting Life category archive
A golf cart fights back.
The California Highway Patrol says a vendor parked the cart near the 16th hole at Pebble Beach and was walking away when a box fell onto the gas pedal, moving it forward as it circled at full speed.
Sportswriter extraordinaire Bob Molinaro catches the irony:
Bob Molinaro, sportswriter extraordinaire, asks the question:
Bob Molinaro, sportswriter extraordinaire, in case you still wonder why I’ve lost interest in college sports (emphasis in the original):
Fake sentiment: I thought it made for a nice sentiment the first time I saw a college basketball team wearing T-shirts that read “Family.” But then I realized that these were Nike creations handed out to all of the company’s intercollegiate business partners. “Family” was simply another corporate scheme. Should have known. Nothing in big-time sports is organic.
I think that the phrase, “intercollegiate business partners,” is quite telling.
Joe Patrice sees eerie similarities between Donald Trump and the New England Patriots.
In the lead up to the Super Bowl (which I shall honor by watching a mystery show or two*), Peter Certo points out that those who bemoan the “politicization” of pro football conveniently forget who promulgated said politicization.
Here’s a bit from his article; I commend the rest of it to your attention:
In fact, professional football has been deeply politicized for years. Maybe you didn’t notice before Colin Kaepernick took a knee, but the fact that one guy on one knee sparked a national firestorm highlights the politics of the stage on which he acted.
It wasn’t until 2009, for example, that NFL players were even required to leave the locker room for the national anthem, much less stand for it.
That year, the Pentagon was gearing up for a major troop surge in the Afghan war, which even 10 years ago was already old, unpopular and largely forgotten. It needed recruits, and it needed a compliant public.
*I’m not sure what turned me off first: the blatant corruption of the NCAA or the brutality (think CTE) of the NFL. Whichever it may be, I can no longer enjoy watching large men run into each other at high speed.
Susan Estrich comments on the Washington Redskin’s decision to pick Reuben Foster, who has a history of domestic violence. A snippet:
I remarked to someone the other day that there is only one hope for the Washington Redskins, who have fallen far since their glory days under Coach Joe Gibbs and owner Jack Kemp Cooke.
They need to trade for a new owner.
Jack Kent Cooke was a class act. When he wanted a new arena for the Washington Bullets (now the Wizards), he didn’t come begging to local governments for taxpayer money.
No, he just built it.
Addendum, the Next Day:
H/T to Walden for correcting my hazy recollection. See the comments.
ESPN’s turning the Little League World Series into a television spectacle is a vile and despicable act of exploitation.
Ask me nicely, and I’ll tell you what I really think.
Today, yet another article appeared in my local rag wondering where, amid declining attendance and TV ratings,* NASCAR is heading.
Some persons blame the younger drivers for not having “star quality” (whatever that is), while those younger drivers charge the tracks with being outmoded and old-fashioned (whatever that means for an asphalt oval). Others argue that NASCAR should reach out to minorities, somehow not grasping that the sea of Confederate flags in a typical NASCAR track’s parking lot renders that notion somewhat beyond ludicrous. This particular article focused on the Commissioner, the grandson of NASCAR’s founder, and his seeming lack of interest in proselytizing for the sport.
No one, of course, mentions that NASCAR race cars long ceased to be “stock cars” in any sense of the word. And no one has mentioned the underlying cause.
Young folks these days are just not into cars. They don’t customize cars or models of cars; they don’t take them apart and repair them; they don’t buy broken down old heaps with a gleam in their eye to make them run and soup them up. I got a dollar to a doughnut that they don’t subscribe to Motor Trend or Sports Car Graphic (which I think is no longer with us), as I did when I was a teen.