The Sporting Life category archive
Gambling Gambols 0
Daniel Ruth notes that two Florida legislators want to pass a law declaring that playing “Fantasy Football” for money is somehow not gambling. Not Coincidentally . . . .
And what did the association get for their $20,000 ante? Under bills sponsored by Gaetz and Negron, the fantasy sports sites would be formally regarded as games of skill and not gambling. That would counter a 1991 legal opinion — and a rather accurate opinion at that — written by Florida Attorney General Bob Butterworth that prohibited the fantasy leagues from collecting money and disbursing winnings.
Read the rest.
Dog of the Hair 0
Horrible people.
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Most of the girls on the ages 8 to 16 team are white, with naturally straight hair, and Makayla is Hispanic and biracial. In the conversations about styling, Kevin Tonner, the program’s all-star cheer director, told Fallaw, “I know other mixed kids and you can put relaxer in her hair,” Fallaw recalled.
Relaxer isn’t the right tool for Makayla’s hair, and Fallaw didn’t want to damage it with heavy heat or chemicals.
Read up on what’s in hair relaxers. Maybe Mr. Tonner should try drinking some to straighten himself out some himself before recommending them so casually.
Furrfu.
Pay to Play 0
Football, the All-American game:
Want to sing the national anthem at a Temple University home football game? The gig’s for sale.
Temple requires a group or soloist to sell a certain number of tickets to the game in order to perform.
Next on the bill: Unionville High School’s chorale. About 50 members of the Kennett Square group will belt out “Oh, say, can you see” at the Nov. 21 game against Memphis at Lincoln Financial Field.
Price tag? 100 tickets at $15 a pop.
If you pay enough, you get to high-five the team in the tunnel. Follow the link for a list of prices.
According to the story, Temple is not alone in this practice. After all, what’s more All-American than making everything all about money all the time.
In the Pink 0
The NFL is run by some of the worst people in the world.
Insider Trading 0
Crooked gambling. Who knew?
Gladiators 0
I counted up the number of college football games on our local TV and cable stations yesterday: 35. There were three baseball games being aired.
I watched a mystery.
Hank Garfield is correct. Television’s–and sports fans–football fetish is absurd. Here’s a bit of his screed:
NCAA Loses Slam-Dunk Contest 0
A judge sees through the NCAA’s farcical facade of being about “athletic” endeavor (emphasis added).
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The 9th Circuit heard the case after the NCAA appealed an unfavorable ruling following a bench trial with Judge Claudia Wilken. Judge Wilken had concluded that the NCAA’s compensation rules were an unlawful restraint of trade and that the NCAA was essentially a cartel with an oft-changing definition of amateurism. She then enjoined (or prevented) the NCAA from prohibiting schools from increasing scholarships to cover the full cost of attendance. Of course, the fact that scholarships were not covering the full cost of attendance in the first place was ridiculous.
Follow the link for a lengthy discussion of the ruling.
Dollars to doughnuts the NCAA fights this one to the end, because, if this ruling stands, it means the end of all that lovely free money earned on the backs of their student serfs.
More Football Fail 0
Another example of why I am so done with big-time football.
The parents are blaming to the local high school officials, but the NCAA, which has raised arbitrary impenetrability, nitpicking, and selective enforcement to a fine art, is ultimately responsible.
The Feared Frisbee Lobby 0
The International Olympic Committee has become a parody of itself. Bob Molinaro, sportswriter extraordinaire:
The concept of “ultimate Frisbee” violates the spirit of Frisbee.
What’s next: Ultimate Simon Says*?
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*Simon says, “Jump off that bridge.”
Second Childhood, Tennis Dept. 0
John McEnroe, aspiring Bobby Riggs (warning: language):
I remember watching Bobby Riggs’s matches against Margaret Court and Billy Jean King on the telly vision.
Win or lose, Riggs was a jerk, a fitting idol for John McEnroe.
Afterthought:
My second childhood includes a Mustang convertible. It does not include making a fool of myself in public. I can make a fool of myself right here quite nicely thank you.
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It’s Twitter’s World, We Just Live in It 0
Bob Molinaro, sportswriter extraordinaire:
Making the Grades 0
Bob Molinaro marvels at the academic brilliance in big-time NCAA football: