Back home in Los Angeles after my six-day skein north of the border. It rained most of my last day in Toronto with SbB Girl Wendy, so we were inside much of the day …
Not that I was complaining.
I’m now counting down the days to Saturday, as My Boy Barry has me ticketed inside the Coli, liveblogging the USC-Ohio State game. We’ll also have photos from the pregame tailgate, like our UCLA-Tennessee presentation, and some postgame ruminations.
Yeah, I hate to be saddled with all that responsible journo stuff that day, but I do feel the need to give you an unadulterated accounting of the what it’s really like to attend the game of that magnitude in Lipstick City so I’ll have to wait until the Oregon State game to really wade into the Maker’s.
You know that happens when you’re a celebrity, make a lot of money and surround yourself with only people who agree with you. And then agree to do an unsupervised interview with an accredited media member?
I’ve been to the Playboy Club many, many times in Vegas and will be again for Blogworld in a couple weeks. So I loved the RADAR piece about Michael Phelps mauling the immodestly attired help at the club.
The Palms has always been my favorite Vegas hotel, because the Maloofs obviously take so much pride in the hiring of the help - if you know what I mean. It’s probably the only place in Vegas where you can guarantee scenery while doubling down.
The RADAR piece indicated that Phelps’ bodyguard were doing their best to damage control the situation by flashing lights on people trying to take pictures of the golden god as he went ga-ga over the girls. It’s nice to know that Phelps is already back training for the Breaststroke, but with his proneness to public displays of *affection*, one wonders if an apocalyptic endorsement shortfall could be in the offing.
Why is Lance Armstrong coming back now? Is it that Armstrong doesn’t have enough of a compelling personality to keep himself in the limelight when he’s not cheating to win winning bike races and curing cancer?
Armstrong’s 15-minute reverse countdown clock started the night he hosted the ESPYs.
Now, besides those tragically bad Dick’s Sporting Goods sports, Lance’s only other substantial is as Matthew McConaughey’s key grip.
John Ourand of SPORTS BUSINESS DAILY reports “Nationals ratings on MASN, which have been the lowest in baseball by far all season, pulled one of its lowest figures of the season last Thursday, when the team’s game against the Braves ran opposite the Redskins’ season opener on NBC. The September 4 Nationals game pulled a 0.26 rating/6,000 HHs.”
6,000 households watched a Nats game last week? Since when did the District of Columbia’s correctional facilities get the digital sports tier?
Today T.J. Simers of the L.A. TIMES pulls out his ol’ reliable gratuitous slam of (insert city here).
For this edition, Simers tinkles on that poor, defenseless Escondido annex: San Diego.
Do you think Simers getting spit in the face years ago while covering the Chargers for the SAN DIEGO UNION-TRIBUNE has something to do with the heaping ladle of Wienerschnitzel-bourne bile he dropped of the Land O’ Spanos?
Let it go, T.J.
Taiwan’s leading female ultra-marathon runner, 51-year-old Chiu Shu-jung, recently had to have both legs amputated after blisters on her feet developed into severe infections.
Sound a little extreme? Well how does an 1800-KM, 3-week-long race in France grab you? Shu-jung ran through the broken, infected blisters throughout to finished 17th.
And now for the *best* part: “President Ma Ying-jeou has instructed Taiwan’s Foreign Ministry to assist the French hospital in saving Chiu’s life.“
Ma’s almost as charitable as Leona Helmsley!
Isn’t it interesting how the media seems to be assisting the Titans in damage control on the Vince Young AWOL story out today.
Why would the people closest to the gun-toting Young, his family, be so concerned about his condition when he left the house last night. And then we rely on Young’s agent, someone named Major Adams, to tell us that Young was OK? And his coach, Jeff Fisher?
