There is public vote Friday to ratify the A’s new open-ended 10-year lease at the Septicenter, which barring some last-minute political idiocy or some strategic 11th-hour sniveling from the A’s ought to please Bud Selig no end.
After all, whatever other ghastliness comes up from the global nethers before this is settled (like maybe the corpses of the blue-ribbon panel members) it’ll be off Bud’s watch – unless, of course, he decides to stay one final final final final final term as commissioner.
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Still, his press release on the lease extension spoke volumes, especially the part where he was quoted as saying, “I’M OFF THE CLOCK! I’M FINALLY FREE! NO MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE STUFF I MADE UP SO I WOULDN’T HAVE TO ANSWER THE QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY THE A’S AND GIANTS COULDN’T ACT LIKE ADULTS! FRANKLY, I HOPE THE BIG ONES HITS AND THE WHOLE NORTHERN HALF OF THE STATE FALLS RIGHT INTO PLACERVILLE BAY!”
Sure, it seemed a bit strident, but I don’t doubt his sincerity. At least not on this.
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McClymonds High School in Oakland is, sadly, closed for the summer. Otherwise there would be a school holiday for sure with the long-overdue resolution of Antonio Davis’ missing point.
Davis, who did his undergrad-undergrad work at Mack before going to UTEP and then the NBA, has been credited with one additional point in his career after Basketball Reference cleared up an issue with Game 6 of the 1994 Eastern Conference Semifinals.
Evidently the totals for the box score didn’t align with the final score, so Ball Math Don’t Lie (sorry) did some digging that resulted in a different score, to 98-79, and an additional free throw for Davis, who now is being credited with 135 points in those playoffs, and he has now moved past Larry Foust for sole possession of 219th place on our NBA all-time Playoff scoring list.
Party down, lads. And take that, Ghost of Foust – or Doctor Foustus, if your tastes are a bit more gothic.
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If you still hate soccer, and not just because Luis Suarez occasionally eats living mammals, you are now officially on the wrong side of history. Sunday’s 2-2 tie between the U.S. and Portugal drew nearly 170,000 people in Charlotte, North Carolina, almost double the audience for the NASCAR race the same day, and nearly four times the U.S. Women’s Open.
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That’s right. NASCAR got its rear differential handed to it by soccer. It’s 1865 all over again. Except of course that it isn’t, except for people who think 1865 still matters 150 years later.
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Kelly Dwyer of Yahoo’s Ball Don’t Lie (there it is again) defended LeBron James’ likely fictional move from Miami by going all jingo on us.
“He’s afforded the same rights we all are, to pick amongst employers that want to pay for our services,” Dwyer wrote. “To turn up our nose at LeBron James choosing to wear yet another NBA uniform, and I apologize for being haughty, is borderline un-American. And you don’t want to be some kind of damned Bolshevik, do ya?”
Then he doubled down with some gerontology.
“James has now done four (Finals) in a row, and he’s tired. And he needs help . . . He understands that this is a team game, and that even the greatest need help. Why this is an anathema to people is beyond me.”
Unfortunately, there was no link to a fife-and-drum performance, or worse, to an accordion troupe. I mean, faux-patriotism and old age is a tough combo to resist. Ask any sleaze-bedecked politician.
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And finally, Raf Noboa y Rivera of Deadspin re-spins the famous yarn of the West Germany-Austria collude-o-fest in 1982 in which the teams settled for a 1-0 German win to assure that both teams got in at the expense of the Algerians (http://bit.ly/1ldGQO8), and offers it as proof that these Germans wouldn’t accept going into the tank to help themselves and the Americans.
A persuasive argument, and quite possibly an accurate one, but it would be one of the few times that anyone born since 1975 paid any attention to history. This generation looks behind it with the same skill and eagerness as someone wearing one of those head cones vets make dogs wear after surgery.
Or, of course . . . nahhh. That’s too easy.
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And finally finally, Suarez will get the works for biting Giorgio Chiellini, in part so that FIFA can help you forget, well, FIFA. In other words, Suarez just did the people who run (read: fleece) the sport a real solid by diving into Chiellini’s chuck roast, because now FIFA can look like it’s defending the sport rather than boosting it. Well done, Lou.