The NFL Draft is this week, which means 32 opportunities to see Roger Goodell look uncomfortable and small, which is something that can only be regarded as good for America.
But I’d be all for Adam Silver sneaking on stage at some point on Thursday and announce, “Hey, my bosses and I got rid of Donald Sterling while you were learning how to pronounce Jadeveon. Top THAT, you ginger maniac.”
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Oh, and for the record, I predict that 31 teams will be unhappy with their draft in two years, four will fire their general managers, eleven will fire their coaches, and all 31 will blame the media. Football stinks in May, it always has, and it always will.
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Jermaine O’Neal is giving serious thought to retiring after 18 years in the NBA and one year at Golden State (hey, the NBA existed and Golden State does not, so laugh that off), but if I were Mark Jackson with a coaching staff straight from a temp agency, I’d give serious thought (and money) to having him as an aide this coming season. Players like him, he knows things, as a former star he has intellectual and experiential throw-weight, and it would keep the boss off my can about my hirings. Plus, I could use a little more backup on those hallway fights with the Clippers the next few years.
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As a personal aside, one of the things Jackson prays for fervently and daily is that I am never him.
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The Brazilian soccer fan who was killed outside the Estadio de Arruda stadium in Recife after being hit from above by a ceramic toilet by angry Santa Fe fans reminds me that the World Cup will be held there later this year.
Yes, I know it isn’t fair, and that one person isn’t a nation, but even the kindest view infers that the Brazilians are going to have to seriously rally from stadium problems, general civil unrest over poverty and an unresponsive government and safety concerns to make Mundial not scare the hell out of people. We live in hope, but that’s about all.
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After the great Dani Alves banana-eating response to racist fans turned out to be at least partially premeditated, let us hope that the dance Levante midfielder and Senegalese international Papakouli Diop after being taunted by fans making monkey gestures was both impromptu as rhythmically pleasing. Diop said he was verbally abused throughout the game and decided to dance like a monkey in front of his alleged abusers at the end of the match, which Levante won in a huge upset over Champions League semifinalist Atletico Madrid, 2-0.
“They called me monkey and I turned and imitated a monkey,” Diop told the Spanish newspaper Marca. “I'm tired of racism in football. And there's a lot. I did the monkey dance to highlight the matter. I wanted people to know what happened. I do not know if it's racist or disrespectful, but they have to stop the monkey noises made by some people.”
Okay, I’ll believe again. Just don’t burn me by being part of a commercial, please.
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And finally, the last day of the Premier League is Sunday, and our corporate overlords are airing each of the games on a separate channel. In short, if you don’t buy 10 TVs/laptops/smartphones/have chips imbedded in your otherwise doorstoppy heads, you don’t care about soccer.
Period. No arguments. You care, or you don’t, and this is the litmus test.