A Youth Basketball Team Finally Got Booted Out Of Their League After Wearing Blatantly Racist Jerseys For Half The Season
LBS- A youth basketball team in Cincinnati will no longer be allowed to take part in its recreational league after players wore customized jerseys featuring racist and inappropriate phrases on them.
Tony Rue, a parent who sometimes coaches the West Clermont team in the Cincinnati Premier Youth Basketball League, noticed last month that kids from the Kings Mills team had inappropriate phrases printed on their jerseys. Rue’s wife pointed out on Sunday that the Kings team was calling itself the “Wet Dream Team,” and the jersey name plates had racist phrases like “Coon” and “Knee Grow.”
“This isn’t a typo, this isn’t a mistake, these are ideas that were thought of, discussed, agreed upon by adults and kids alike, printed on uniforms…and no one thought this was a bad idea or inappropriate?” Rue wrote on Facebook, according to Chris Mayhew of the Cincinnati Enquirer.
After its fourth week in the league, the Kings team was finally kicked out when a West Clermont representative stepped in to speak to referees during the second quarter of Sunday’s game.
The game was called and the players were sent home. Dawn Gould, a spokesperson for the Kings Local School District, said Monday that the team was not associated with the school district but could not say whether any students would be disciplined.
“Today we became aware of inappropriate conduct from a team of students participating in a recreational basketball league that is not affiliated with the Kings Local School District,” Gould said in a statement. “This team has been restricted from any further use of district facilities. Kings Local Schools strongly condemns any type of hateful and racist commentary. This behavior is in no way welcome or tolerated in our schools and community.”
Well, if there's a recreational basketball league in which to literally label yourself a disgustingly prejudice point guard then apparently it's the CPYBL. I wouldn't recommend slapping a slur across your back while playing any sport, but - if you're a kid that's absolutely insistent upon identifying yourself as one of Hitler's most athletic youths - then this small town in Cincinnati is the place to do it.
Like, seriously...it took four whole weeks to come to the conclusion that the starting small forward for The Wet Dream Team wasn't the product of an amicable divorce between two loving parents whose last names were 'Knee' and 'Grow'? These little inbred bastards were damn near jockeying for playoff positioning by the time one person finally put their fucking foot down and said "alright, enough is enough, we can no longer have this 'Coon' character running up and down the floor of a middle school gym!".
A story about a group of white trash teenagers klanning together - presumably after their bigoted parents oKKK'd it - to turn thee most public of place into a platform for intolerance is somehow a bigger indictment of the league that took a full month to condemn abject racism. I mean, kicking them out on their ass isn't even a punishment. They already got the attention they were desperately seeking. Probably lasted 3.5 more weeks than they thought they would. Should have just let finish out the season and hoped no one went to the press, because the time for 'Cincinnati's Caucasian Basketball Club' to be proactive was when an entire team showed up to their first game wearing all white hoodies and the darkest fan in the stands arrived late from their spray tan.
Warren Sapp Keeps Posting A Picture Of A Vibrator On Twitter To Prove That Gifting One To A Co-Worker Isn't Sexual Harassment
Welp, that clears that up. One (unofficial) exoneration down, and it's next man up on the NFL Network's roster of former athletes in heat. Still a long way to go to prove that their wasn't a company-wide epidemic of unprompted dick exposure, but at we've taken a step in the right direction by coming to the conclusion that the gifting of a sex toy to a female co-worker in a professional setting actually has not one single thing to do with sex.
In fact, if you think it's sexual harassment to give a woman that you are contractually obligated to interact with daily a battery powered pleasure stick despite your relationship being entirely platonic then it's probably you that is the pervert. If you can't see that on your own, then let the man who does his Christmas shopping at the Hustler store provide a little visual aide (that couldn't possibly stand to make things worse) to really...ahem...hammer home the lesson...
Now do you see how stupid it is to assume that a piece of electronic equipment whose purchase includes a interchangeable "massager" for increased clitoral stimulation is a present that's sexual in nature?
Good...but just in case you forget...
When judging by the consistency of his argument, it's tough to argue that he doesn't offer a compelling point. If you completely ignore it's primary usage then the Womanizer 2Go does have some aesthetic appeal. Since there's absolutely nothing in his past that would lead us to believe that he's a deviant who is exponentially more generous with his finances when he thinks sex might on the table, can't we just give Warren Sapp the benefit of the doubt here? Who's to say that it wasn't the fancy case that drew him to it as opposed to the idea that it would be making contact with an unconquered vagina? If repetition is the key to learning then no one should remain wary of the appropriateness of passing out non-sexual sex toys in the workplace after Warren Sapp's tweet storm.
The Phillies Hired A Manager That Has An Old Blog Post About Masturbating With Coconut Oil, And One Reporter Is NOT Happy
KapLifestyle- "You’re moisturized and smelling tropical, your teeth are white and your face looks like you’ve just visited a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon. The sun has set, and the moon is out. Perhaps you have a friend nearby, perhaps it’s just you by your lonesome…well, this is awkward. I’ve promised you authenticity, honesty and openness. Take this how you wish and I’ll spare you the step by step. Coconut oil is the world’s greatest lubricant. I can’t help where your mind goes with this. Once the ball leaves the bat, I can’t steer it." (Gabe Kapler, 2014)
There's a lot of people on this planet that I would love to sit down and have a beer with. I can now officially say that Gabe Kapler has been added to that list, and reporter Howard Eskin has been crossed off in permanent marker.
Admittedly, it's probably pretty silly to talk about touching yourself on the internet if you have aspirations of coaching in the most repressed league in the entire sports landscape. However, if you listened to Gabe Kapler talk around the time he implied that going to the kitchen cabinet for reinforcements can bring you quicker to completion without the most shit-eating of grins on your face then I simply cannot relate to you as a person. If you think it's unforgivable for a grown ass man - whose look leads you to believe that he lathers a lot more than his penis in nature's lubricant - to have made an old but relevant inference about masturbation then we just never going to see eye-to-eye.
He says "what about the poor children?", and I say "the poor children" who actually understand the half-serious storytelling of the Phillies new manager will be far better off having not resorted to the misguided use of shampoo. He tries to make it seem like jerking off is a sin, and I think he's nothing short of a jerk off for doing so. He wants the Philadelphia to hire a someone whose manhood hasn't been used for anything but procreation, and I think that's the type of counterproductive mindset that is killing baseball. He believes managers shouldn't waste their time touching themselves, and I think considering efficiency while engaging in a necessary evil is the mark of a good administrator. After all, some might not like the lesson but Gabe Kapler is unquestionably a teacher whose job it is to now...ahem...get the most out of his young players.
Howard Eskin and I are just fundamentally different people that could only ever share an opinion on a more explicit use for coconut oil if he got rid of his "knock it before you try it" philosophy. So here's to hoping he hasn't reproduced. Not only because he seems like quite the wet blanket, but because he sounds like the type of person who would set bathroom time limits to keep his son's dick dry in hopes that it helps him "develop" into the next sexually inhibited GM of the Kansas City Royals.
With A Display Of Laughable Finger Pointing, Papa John Proved That He Is None-Too-Pleased With The NFL Protests
Can you imagine getting rich off the pepperoni on the type of shitty, mass-produced chain pizza that has its costumers spending most of Monday morning casing sausage, and thinking a slight downtick in sales has more to do with NFL players kneeling than the general public realizing your food is fit for a dog bowl?
I'm not insulted that Papa John thinks he's at liberty to puff his chest out, because the NFL owners have made it quite clear that money - and to a lesser extent, sponsors - are what has them sitting in an echo chamber casually bouncing institutionally racist ideas off the wall. I am insulted that he thinks his cardboard crusted slop is beyond reproach.
Like, before angrily stomping the feet that you will never not use to stand up during the National Anthem, maybe try living up to that "better ingredients" slogan. There has certainly been no shortage of stupid fucking opinions from people who intelligence is laughably disproportional to their willingness to spew them, but this is where I draw the fucking line. If I were a professional athlete whose father died on the front lines as a war hero I might honestly consider taking a nap during the Star Spangled Banner just because some peddler of second rate sauce implied that I shouldn't.
If I made a list of things that are anti-American 'chain pizza' would be far closer to the top than 'freedom of expression', so the person whose Napoleon Complex has him speaking up as if he's taller than Colin Kaepernick on bended knee can pipe the fuck on down. He's basically wiped his ass with the American flag by disrespecting the good name of pizza in an effort to pad his pockets, so I'm glad he's eating a 5% quarterly loss. Lord knows it tastes better than his product.
A High School Football Player In Arkansas Skirted Ineligibility As A Transfer Student By Getting Married
KATV- After a winless season last year, Mountain Pine opened this season with a 35-0 loss to Jessieville. But the next week the Red Devils won. Then in week three, the team won again. Mountain Pine is now 7-1 and heading for the playoffs.
So, what changed between week one and week two? A star player became eligible.
Mountain Pine has several good players, but this player has rushed for over 100 yards in every game. He has scored 16 touchdowns in those seven victories.
He was a transfer student initially ruled ineligible by the Arkansas Activities Association. He gained eligibility thanks to a little-known and seldom-used exception: He got married to a student in the district and moved in with her parents.
Rule 16, Subsection A, Exception 6 states that if a "… student is married and living with a spouse ... who had an established domicile in the district one year prior to the marriage ..." then he or she is instantly eligible.
On Aug. 31, Mountain Pine Superintendent Bobby Applegate emailed the AAA asking, "What all information did you say you needed for our student to become eligible when he gets married besides the license?"
A week later, Applegate provided the AAA with a marriage certificate with the names of two 17-year-old students on it. Applegate also provided an email from the bride's father confirming that the teens had married "due to a certain circumstances."
"What we do is just make sure that they followed our rules and being married with a marriage certificate ... that's part of our rules," says Taylor.
KATV visited the home where this player now lives. His father-in-law decided against doing an on-camera interview but he assures that the primary reason for this union does not involve sports or eligibility.
Sixteen touchdowns in seven games? Over 100 yards rushing each time he's taken the field? Going undefeated with a team that had to drop out the previous season due to lack of participation? You're damn right this kid is married, because - regardless of what his birth certificate says - he is one grown ass man. Honestly, my biggest concern isn't that this marriage is between two children who have absolutely no idea who the fuck they are or what the fuck they are doing. Hell, it's not even the possibility that the certificate was signed in the interest of meaningless high school athletics. It's that it might soon need an annulment if Boobie Miles Jr. ends up alone in the kitchen with his wife's mom after working himself into a lather at practice. If his stats are any indication then he's 17-going-on-35 and a goatee away from competing for the hand of his mother-in-law.
In all seriousness, has one extremely odd news story ever done a better job embracing the culture of a region? It has basically all the ingredients. Take some teenage matrimony, sprinkle in a pseudo-psychotic love of football, swirl it all together with some strange loophole, spread it even throughout an unorthodox family structure, bake under one roof until playoff eligible, and - voila - the South!
I bet the writers from 'Friday Night Lights' are kicking themselves right in the ass right about now for not doing the research necessary to stumble upon a goddamn goldmine of a plot line. In fact, they may have even intentionally turned that page thinking that invoking a nuptial clause between 27 year olds playing teenagers would have been too far fetched for a show in which nearly every game ends with a successful hail mary. It's too bad they didn't do their homework on Mountain Pine, Arkansas.
A HS Football Coach Was Put On Administrative Leave After A Video Surfaced Of Him Punching A Player As A Form Of Discipline
YardBarker- A high school football coach has found himself in hot water and could be facing criminal charges after a video surfaced that showed him punching one of his players in the stomach.
According to Tony Shin of NBC 4 in Los Angeles, Beaumont High School football coach Will Martin has been placed on administrative leave after an anonymous parent released the footage. The parent says Martin disciplines players by making them close their eyes, put their hands above their heads and take a punch from him in the gut.
The parent who released the video says he or she was told Martin has done the same thing to dozens of players. Beaumont Unified School District has turned the footage over to police for investigation of potential criminal charges.
Some players have defended the coach, with one parent saying she believes people are overreacting to the punch.
“If it’s so bad, why are the kids laughing? Why are the kids thinking it’s funny?” Jessica Taylor, whose son plays for Martin, told NBC4. “I don’t see a problem with it. My son says there are drills where you get hit like that, and my son says, ‘Mom, it’s football.'”
I don't mean to be a wet blanket because I do think the culture of a sports' locker room can breed some traditions that the general public couldn't possibly understand. That said, I think we are going to have to abide by a pretty common rule of thumb here and declare that it's never a good idea to hit high schoolers whose health you've been entrusted with. Judging by the uproarious laughter, a vast majority of the team seems cool with the punishment by torso punch treatment, but - when you're technically using your authority to assault teenagers - all it takes is one uncomfortable kid and the camera lens on his cell phone to get you canned.
Simply out, for every Mrs. Taylor that raised her son to have a strong core and a tough attitude there's going to be a Mrs. Anonymous that raised her son to have a weak spine and a loud mouth. That's why it's probably better to not deliver half-hearted uppercuts to the midsections of semi-developed children. I don't think it's worthy of criminal charges considering the context provided by the video, but it's definitely worthy of a county-wide search for a new, less controversial football coach. When the best excuse that can be made on your behalf is "if it's so bad, then why are the kids laughing?" then it's safe to say you're putting yourself at too much risk, because the collective moral compass of teenage boys who may or may not be succumbing to peer pressure is a pretty juvenile last line of defense. Not trying to be the fun police, but - if job security was my concern - I think would err on the side of disciplinary wind sprints as opposed to blows to the ribcage of defenseless receivers.
In The Most Bills Mafia Move Ever, A Woman Got Caught Trying To Steal a Ketchup Dispenser From The Stadium
I have never actually seen the movie 'A Beautiful Mind' so I can't speak to the entirety of the plot. I would imagine it's about some sort of transcendent genius, and not a degenerate kleptomaniac with the strongest of affinities for condiments. I just wonder if the same could be said if it was filmed at 'Ralph Wilson Stadium' instead of MIT.
You see, this woman - for all her flaws - is special. She might not be special in the way that translates in professional accolades or financial gain, but she's damn sure special in a way that's representative of an entire city and it's masochistic football fanbase. Every Bills' fan that watched this lady snatch up a ketchup dispenser with her sticky, tomato paste fingers was in awe of the audacity that it takes to attempt such a feat, and surprising the people of Buffalo with your depravity is no small task. Putting it all on the line in an effort to attain the rarest of kitchen appliances might seem like a completed lopsided risk/reward. However, it's a risk/reward that served as proof to her peers - who spent the morning building up the beer muscles required to launch yourself through a flaming table - that this member of Bills Mafia has Godfather-esque qualities.
The Miami Dolphins O-Line Coach Sent A Video Of Him Doing Coke To A Stripper, And -Shockingly - It Has Surfaced
Some might say that a grown ass man whose job was made easier by the selection of a blue chip prospect who fell in the draft due to the untimely release of a clip of him inhaling marijuana faster than a firefighter at a grow house should know better. Some might even say it's common sense not to send an indisputable video of yourself running more lines than Al Pacino in the filming of 'Scarface' to the stripper that you have apparently been cheating on your wife with.
Unfortunately, those people just don't realize how easy it is for an emotional man to act irrationally once he's already started his downhill slalom through some fresh white. Chris Foerster may appear to be a reckless asshole who - for one extremely misguided reason or another - thought his job as an NFL offensive line coach made him as untouchable in Miami as Tony Montana. In reality, he's just the degenerate equivalent of a lovesick teen desperately ingesting his pride after (literally) putting it all on the table in order to win back the provider of his hired sexual services. It's actually pretty romantic if you're able to ignore the narcotics, infidelity, and high probability of prostitution. After all, I'm sure even a hopeless addict has standards when it comes to the type of properly reimbursed pussy he'll lick excess drug remnants from.
In all seriousness, we can end this "troubled individual" narrative that I just heard Adam Schefter refer to on ESPN. Sure, an NFL position coach who was looking for love in a laughably hopeless place and powdering his nasal cavity while on the clock has himself a goddamn grab bag of personal problems. There's no doubt that Chris Foerster was literally living the 'Vice City' lifestyle since he was presumably able to sit without suspicion through a meeting with the pupils the size of quarters. If you can duplicate your version of "normal" in the workplace after taking an 8-ball to the face then you must norrrrmally be pretty fucking high in the workplace.
That said, someone like....oh, let's say...his own (soon-to-be former) player Laremy Tunsil didn't receive any fucking sympathy and all he did was piss off his stepfather after creatively smoking a little weed in college. If you find yourself making one single excuse for this moron, or blaming the sex worker that posted a private video publicly then just know that you're partly responsible for enabling the double standards that ultimately got it released. If this was truly only intended as some sort of response to racial inequality then it was a hell of a lot more unorthodox than taking a knee, but I'll be damned if the "aww, let's get the poor guy some help" reaction doesn't highlight the hypocrisy throughout the hierarchy in NFL organizations. So yeah, send his ass to rehab because he obviously needs it, but don't tell me I shouldn't expect better out of him than I do out of the kids he's tasked with coaching up...
Former NHLer Jiri Hudler Allegedly Threatened To Kill A Flight Attendant That Wouldn't Bring Him Cocaine On An International Flight
ClickOnDetroit- Jiri Hudler is accused of threatening a flight attendant while demanding cocaine on his way from New York to Prague, according to a Czech newspaper report.
According to the report, the 33-year-old former Detroit Red Wings forward told the flight attendant he wanted cocaine. When she told him that would be illegal, Hudler allegedly threatened the woman and told her he would have his friends kill her when they arrived in Prague.
Moreover, the flight staff accused Hudler of doing cocaine in the airplane bathroom and said he tried to urinate on a food cart.
In a statement to Blesk magazine, Hudler denies the accusations.
Oh please, are we really going to act like requesting that an airline servant fetch you recreational narcotics while 30,000 feet in the air en route to the Czech Republic is a rare occurrence? You heard the lady. She said it was "illegal", not impossible. Seems like more of a "technically still in US territory" issue more than anything else. I mean, if booger sugar wasn't one of available seasonings then she failed to make an extremely important distinction to a former professional athlete whose uncanny acceleration on the ice is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense.
Now granted, threatening to have her murdered by your local cronies because she was unable to provide a "fix" to your drug dilemma is a bit excessive when the destination in question makes that potential "hit" more intimidating than any check that Jiri Hudler has ever thrown. The type of guy who openly expects cocaine to be delivered to him on a silver mirror while undergoing the inherent inconvenience of overseas travel is not the type to be treated facetiously, so I understand her level of concern. However, before we go chastising someone whose outrageous demand really makes you wonder what kind of...::sniff, sniff::...amenities the NHL was providing him, let's take a second to focus on the more important issue at hand...
Who in the hell forgot to board the blow?!?!
I feel like everyone is piling on Jiri Hudler and assuming that the high maintenance demon up his nostril is the same one responsible for the damningly downward spiral of a former 30 goal scorer's career. Pretty presumptuous if you ask me. Maybe we should just wait and see if there's any validity to this oddly specific story. And even if there is, the hypocrites might want to hop off their high horse like they have never responded to an unscratched itch by promising homicide and/or relieving themselves on a food cart while stuck in isolation with hundreds of strangers miles above solid ground.
Friendly reminder: The Lady Byng Trophy is awarded to the player that exemplifies sportsmanship, gentlemanly conduct, and a high standard of playing ability on the ice, not necessarily in the air...
A Pennsylvania Fire Chief Called Mike Tomlin The N-Word On FaceBook, But - Don't Worry - He Apologized
And this is how you know the entire message has become completely bastardized by the minds of those that disagree with it. There's no chance in hell Chief Paul Smith realizes that in saving his position with nothing more than a Chappelle-esque "sorry, I...I...didn't know I couldn't do that" and a nonsensical disclaimer about him being on vacation after using a racial slur on thee most public of platform he basically exercised the same white privilege that Colin Kaepernick initially sat in protest of...
Seriously, if there anything more caucasian than slamming the enter key on an N-bomb on Facebook, and then turning around and being like "yeaaaaah, so that was my bad"?
Oddly enough, it would actually be a lesser case of the dangerously fatal institutional racism that instigated the protests if he just doubled down on his "yes, I said it" with a "and I gosh darned meant it". What he actually did was give a bullshit apology in exchange for a prejudice pass in a profession that requires him to save people regardless of their skin color. If that's not an undeniable example of the ACTUAL problem that has become an afterthought in the petty pining over what constitutes true patriotism then I don't know what the fuck is.
We are going to continue bitching about the proper way to conduct oneself in the presence of a flag and a song while Chief Bigoty Bill is out there making a list of "no good n*ggers" whose lives might literally end up in his hands at some point. Think about that.
Just what youth sports needs. A couple strong male role models...letting their frustrations with each other result in the type of sloppy, awkward wrestling match that you'd expect to see near the bathroom of a dive bar right around last call. I don't what initially caused the argument that led to one grown man trying to choke the life out of another grown man, but I have to imagine it was something super important...like a disagreement over what situational play was less likely to get completely botched by absent-minded 8 year olds.
Seriously though, how weird would it be for me to say that I can kind of understand how something like this might come to pass? I'm not excusing the two adults that made complete asses out of themselves in front of other men, women, and children in broad day light, but you have to be pretty passionate about football to want to coach it. I'm sure that passion results in aggravation when you're trying to get little brats to stop running around as aimlessly as those magnetic pieces in the old school electric football game.
Sure, it's asininely immature to get violent in front of those that have sponge-like brains that are supposed to be learning from you, but - relatively speaking - it's more acceptable than publicly berating a 3rd grader for cutting off his route short of the sticks. Considering society's uptick in ADD, I can't fathom the patience it takes to teach kids their blocking assignments, so I'm just glad that Buddy Stephen's potential protege decided to ring the neck of someone who is of age.
I...I...I...just can't tell you why, but I find this photoshop incredibly intriguing. It's obviously ill-advised and surely at least mildly offensive to the nation that had it's prominent female monarch defaced on behalf of online fan engagement, but intriguing nonetheless. Maybe it's the attention to detail required to include the red raven eye or maybe it's the bird's unbelievably smug smirk caused by the schnoz of a 91 year old woman, but - regardless of it's level of appropriateness - that photoshop is nothing short of mesmerizing.
Now, I don't know what kind of "recreationally enhanced" thought process led a social media manager to 'Microsoft Paint' a purple bird across the face of anaristocrat that is basically the personification of nobility, but something tells me that this is proof positive that England isn't ready for it's own football team. There are probably a bunch of Londonites perturbed that their city is opening up it's stadium doors to an organization that - if only for a couple of seconds - valued retweets over royalty, and to be true NFL city you have to embrace even the most shamelessly American aspects of it's fandom.
It's a real "if you can't accept us at our worst then you don't deserve us at our best" situation, if you ask me. Granted, the version of "our best" that they get annually get treated to usually involves the Jacksonville Jaguars so I suppose I can understand their irritability, but the United Kingdom is going to have to have to let a hell of a lot more unbridled obnoxiousness slide if they want to have an NFL team all to themselves one day.
Change– Buster Bronco is an icon. A fun loving WMU goofball. At the sidelines of a football or basketball game, or out in the community, Buster is Kalamazoo’s favorite mascot. But Western Michigan University has changed him, “updated” him to be more lean and athletic. In the process, we’ve lost the very heart and soul of who Buster is. What is wrong with the Buster we’ve had? He’s classic and has a unique look for the university that’s been around for years.
Let’s bring the Buster we know and love back.
Fight on fight on for Buster!
Change for the sake of...well...change, what could possibly go wrong!?! Honestly, I find it fairly amazing that sports organizations - whether they be professional or collegiate - almost exclusively find a way to screw up decisions that don't even need to be made in the first place. It's like they don't realize the sentimental value of tradition or the age old, fool proof concept of leaving well enough alone. If it's not broke then don't fix it, and a fairly dumpy horse named Buster that calls a college campus home was most definitely not in need of a lifestyle makeover.
Obviously it's a non-story that WMU changed their mascot from a potentially stoned Bronco who is as lovable as he is dopey to some high horse, fratty douchebag who cares too much about his appearance. I just can't seem to figure out why they even thought that dosing their mascot with HGH would be met with praise in the first place? I swear, it's like the people whose job it is to relate to fans don't realize that those fans spend the average school night taking years off their life. Why would they want to wake up at 6AM on a Saturday in order to binge drink until they can't see straight just to stumble inside the stadium and get body shamed by a vascular horse who came straight from working out at the stables in a jersey that's two sizes too small for him?
They should bring back the original Buster. Not only because he's relatable to the people he engages with, but because the new Buster is try hard asshole that didn't have the common courtesy to wait until after graduation to better himself. Plus, I'd rather have a mascot that's looking for munchies than one that's prone to mood swings.
The Lions Fan That Posted A Racist SnapChat Of Two People Who Were Seated During The National Anthem Has Had His Tickets Revoked
DetroitNews- The Detroit Lions have taken swift and decisive action against a season-ticket holder who posted a racially charged video on social media directed at a pair of fans who sat through the national anthem prior to last Sunday’s game at Ford Field.
After an investigation, including a conversation with the person who posted the video, he has forfeited his season tickets.
The video, posted on Snapchat, had a voiced-over suggestion that the sitting fans leave the country. The photo was captioned “stupid (expletive).”
Team president Rod Wood told The Detroit News he would be reaching out to the fans who were captured in the social-media post.
Now, THAT is how you do it, and by "it" I do not mean properly salute the American flag. Nope, by "it" I actually mean shed light on just how ridiculous it is that some people think that completing the most minuscule motor skill of standing up on cue inherently makes you a "better" American.
I'm not sure the troops have come to a consensus on how they feel about peaceful protests during the National Anthem. I do, however, think an overwhelming majority would agree that turning your back to the stars and stripes to shame strangers (and yourself, really) with racial slurs on social media while failing to pay attention to the song you are standing for in the first place is decidedly not a way to show respect for the military.
Just think about this for a second. While the ramparts were gallantly streaming this jackass was fiddling with his fucking cell phone, and (apparently) thought that doing so on two feet put him on enough of a moral high ground to avoid the collateral damage of dropping an N-bomb in a public forum. Never mind the immediate hypocrisy of the caption "ignorant n*ggers", because - if his actions are any indication - even he would tell you that's an offense that's secondary to the unAmerican act of taking your eyes off the flag while it's music plays. Ya know, just like he did to SnapChat his own goddamn stupidity while giving proof through the night that his rage was completely illogical.
Good on the Detroit Lions for forever sending this guy back to his couch where he will undoubtedly be too bloated to remove himself from cushions when the 'National Anthem' starts playing through his television. Here's to hoping he stays there forever.
The Braves Accidentally Played 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' During Their Series Against The Miami Marlins
Imagine hearing the song 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' at a baseball game and automatically believing that some sadistic, second rate "DJ" was tucked away in the annals of the stadium maniacally laughing while making light of the natural disaster that is barreling towards the home town of the visiting team. Like, you really got to be desperately looking for controversy to assume that some dude making minimum wage to press a button is creating inappropriate, opponent-specific playlists.
Could it be that a popular oldie just happened to be up next in the rotation that almost definitely doesn't get filtered pregame, since - ya know - what are the odds that a catchy, common tune is going to remind the Marlins that if the Braves don't crush them then a tropical cyclone of epic proportions just might?
Nope, absolutely not. Definitely some behind-the-scenes dickhead with a twisted sense of humor and too much time on his hands. Only possible way an awkward, untimely reference could be made by way of a universally overused pump-up song. In fact, I bet 'The Scorpions' were the only 80's rock group to use a super over-over-top metaphor to describe careless, casual sex. Since that's more than likely the case, there's simply no way the Braves' half-asleep music technician could have ended up on the ass end of such unfortunate irony without being a tone deaf jerk. It's a shame his employer is too much of a coward to admit that...
A NJ High School Made 75 Students Take Piss Tests After A Beer Can Was Found On The Premises At A Football Game
NBC- Parents of students at a New Jersey high school were ordered to get their children’s blood and urine tested after a can of beer was discovered at a football game.
The can of beer reportedly landed on the ground and was spotted by a school official during a game at Randolph High School on Friday night.
It’s unclear if the can was thrown or fell, but it came from bleachers filled with students, according to a letter from Randolph Superintendent Jennifer Fano, who said some of the students appeared drunk and that several additional opened containers of alcohol were later discovered.
After the can of beer was found, about 75 students who were in the bleachers were taken to classrooms as school officials contacted parents so they could pick them up. Each student was given a form — a rule-out test — requiring blood and urine samples.
Parents were given two hours to get to health facilities in Morristown, Dover and Denville so their children could be screened. The students faced suspension from school if they didn’t complete the screening.
Superintendent Fano released a follow-up letter Wednesday, in which she apologized to the parents and kids who were inconvenienced by going to the emergency rooms for screenings. But she said she stands by the decision of staff to carry out the procedure at the game.
Fano also said social media video later surfaced showing kids drinking at pregame parties, a video that has since been turned over to police.
"Teenage drug and alcohol abuse is a national epidemic and Randolph is certainly not exempt from the problem. I am hopeful that Friday’s events will serve as an important learning experience for all of us," she said in the letter.
Teenagers consuming alcohol at a football game on a Friday night? WHY, I NEVER!!!
But seriously though, at what point do you think school administrators realized that demanding 75 students get hauled off to nearby hospitals to pee in cups was a laughable overreaction to finding one beer can? Was it when they had the hallways looking like a 2nd grade fire drill, or when they kicked off to the deafening silence of the 6 people left in the stands?
I'm not letting the kids off the hook here. Any self respecting under-ager would have had their vodka in a water bottle and made sure it stayed out of the sight lines of their supervision. Still, stopping a game to disperse the entirety of the student section to medical centers like you were trying to find a Patient Zero for relatively harmless teenage binge drinking is easily overbearing enough to make the students look like the victims.
Not only that, but are teachers aware that the 16 year olds of today are as familiar with substance abuse as the 21 year olds of 2002? Shit, at least beer can be measured in empty cans. Pretty sure the same can't be said for the goddamn heroine epidemic. Honestly, I only see two outcomes that result from this active quarantine of mildly buzzed brats. Either no student ever is coming to a Randolph football game every again, or they are showing up stoned out of their gourds. There's only one type of kid that watches the entirety of a high school football game they aren't participating in sober, and he views it from the sideline as part of the third string.
So, since the alternative is the use of recreational substances that can't be tracked via the trash, maybe a couple swigs out of a tainted 'Gatorade' isn't worthy of sending the entire student body to the ER for something that's more of a certainty than an emergency. Especially since the parents who were wildly inconvenienced probably considered it a blessing that all their kid did was steal from their liquor cabinet.
Now that, my friends, is the right way to handle being an authority figure. I hadn't the slightest clue who Jerry Falwell was before watching him rile his students into a frenzy, but I can now say that I am absolutely certain that he knows a golden opportunity when he sees one. Turning what was - statistically speaking - a once in a lifetime victory into a chance to earn the goodwill of his students by gifting them a holiday is a pretty smart move....
Doing so on a day that is already technically a holiday? Well, considering those that he's pandering to currently have higher BAC's than GPA's, that's goddamned ingenious. We can (and should) talk about how satisfying it is that a school named 'Liberty' embarrassed a program whose years of relative success actually came at the expense of true liberty. However, I think we should also discuss how their president (who is not-so-surprisingly butt buddies with the actual president) helped his university live up to it's namesake by convincing a bunch of drunken idiots that something that is right for most is a privilege for them. Jerry Falwell just became the educational equivalent of a player's coach, and he did so by taking the same day off as 90% of the working world with his students being (literally and figuratively) none the wiser.
I just wonder how many unscheduled rounds of 18 he managed to fit in by not-so-transparently playing the role of the cool guy?
Executive 1: “It’s not something we discussed, so to talk about reasoning, we’re talking hypotheticals. … Certainly he’s good enough to be a backup. … But we have a good No. 2, a guy that fits our system that we have familiarity with. He’s here for the same reason that [Dolphins coach] Adam Gase goes back to [Jay] Cutler. We know exactly what we’re going to get from the guy. Physically, Kaepernick’s more talented, but familiarity with a backup at that position, knowing exactly what you’re going to get, is more important than the ‘wow’ factor. … It’s like with [Robert Griffin III]; you had him playing a certain way, and he was a hell of a player. But as soon as defenses figured out what they were, and a specific way to play them, that’s where they had to be able to start to win from the pocket. If you can’t do that in this league, it’s tough.”
Executive 2: “From our end, it never got down to [going to the owner]. To me, the protests, all that, it wasn’t even a factor for us. It was the ability to fit within our offense. He doesn’t throw the ball great, he’s more of an on-the-move, zone-read type of quarterback. He needs to be in a specific system. For us, it was a system thing. What he does well is totally outside what most teams do. And so here’s my question: I understand the Kaepernick deal, why it’s news, but nobody’s talking about RG3? I know since it’s Kaepernick, it’s what sells, but the problem that RG3 has getting a job is the same as Kaepernick for a lot of teams.”
Executive 3: “I don’t like the guy as a player. I don’t think he can play. I didn’t think he could play at Reno, I don’t think he can play now. … You don’t think if he was a good player, 20 teams would be lining up? … He’s inaccurate, inconsistent reading defenses. He needs everything to be perfect around him, and he needs to run a certain offense. When he was rolling, they had an unbelievable defense and a great running game with an amazing offensive line. Everything was perfect. And you consider that, why isn’t there a debate about RG3? He just wasn’t a consideration.”
Honestly, I'm shocked it took us until now to hear this one. After all, the best way to prove something isn't remotely racially motivated is to argue that all black, mobile quarterbacks are basically exactly the same. Never mind stats. Forget injury history. Context and circumstances are irrelevant when adopting the the polar opposite of the "You white? You Ben Affleck" approach to justifying the unemployment of a guy that had a 4:1 touchdown to interception ratio for a team that primarily employed skill position players that belong in the CFL. Colin Kaepernick decided to take a knee on behalf of the rights of an entire race while RG3 is probably afraid to take a knee out of fear that he might fracture it, but you can deny that they are both fast, African American quarterbacks and thus comparable by every significant metric other than on-field performance and resume.
Now admittedly, one has quietly handled becoming the target of a divided nation of football fans with class while the other couldn't get regulated to a backup role without getting pouty and punting footballs to himself on the practice field. Unfortunately, having a wildly superior level of leadership capabilities and mental toughness doesn't matter as much as having an shared inclination to play outside the pocket.
In all seriousness, score one for the "he's being blackballed" brigade. I have heard one single person make mention of RG-fucking-3's immature ass, and then all the sudden THREE different executives mention when while being interviewed for the same damn article? I don't think that all NFL owners are in some secret group text spitballing rationalizations, but this distinct line of parallel thinking is the type of thing that might appear out of absolutely nowhere if they were. Something to think about.
A Coach In The Legends (Lingerie) Football League Verbally Lambasted His Team At Halftime, While They Were Up By 14
BustedCoverage- The Seattle Mist pounded the LA Temptation 28-13 last week to win the LFL’s Western Conference Championship and advance to the Legends Cup, but don’t let that score fool you — it wasn’t all fun and games out there. Not when Seattle hothead head coach Chris Michaelson is around dropping F bombs and demanding perfection.
His Mist were up 20-6 at half, but you wouldn’t know it after watching the guy berate his team for not looking for the ball on offense and burying the QB. It’s become quite the apparent the guy only has one gear...
After giving myself a second to process a rage-fueled tirade that appeared to be a projection of Chris Michaelson's personal problems at home or in his actual workplace, I must say that I don't find this remotely surprising. Sure, there were some times throughout that long winded diatribe - that went position by position in chastising the entirety of a roster that was currently up by multiple touchdowns - in which I wondered what he was so fucking mad about...
...Then I realized that he probably likes it better when his team is losing. You think a lunatic that is that passionate about football wants to be coaching a group of girls in booty shorts? All due respect to the proud members of the 'LFL' that could probably put me in a shock-induced coma with nothing more than a cold shoulder, but they can't possibly believe that the man who appears to be testing the limits of his heart is happy to be there. Chris Michaelson shows up to that "stadium" in front of tens-of-tens of fans every week just looking for a reason to get pissed off.
Down 14? Up 14? What's the difference? The head coach of the Seattle Mist is going to find some sort of justification - no matter how illogical - to vent the frustrations that he has with own inability to work in a league whose popularity isn't more closely tied to a bare midriff than Ezekiel Elliott's. Of course he has no qualms with essentially telling his team to go fuck themselves when they are halfway to the Legends Cup. He'd sell that cup to the nearest pawn shop if it afforded him the chance to coach at a level competitive enough to condone him telling his players to make sure their opponent is forced to stop mid-game to hold a funeral service.
The Royals GM Addressed Danny Duffy's DUI By...Talking About How Porn Could Be Baseball's Downfall...I Think?
TMZ- The Royals exec was talking to the media about pitcher Danny Duffy's DUI -- when he was asked if there were "educational protocols" in place to help keep other players out of trouble.
That's when Moore revealed team programs to educate players about the dangers of drugs, alcohol and porn.
"We talk about pornography and the effects of what that does to the minds of players and the distractions ... And how that leads to abuse of -- domestic abuse -- to abuse of women."
Moore said the team also discusses how porn impacts relationships.
Moore says the goal is to help his players become better people -- husbands, brothers, teammates.
I guess that settles that. Here I was thinking that baseball's entertainment value was being neutered by old, repressed white men and their antiquated, overly traditionalist values, and...well...according to Dayton Moore I have actually never been more right about anything in my entire fucking life. In fact, this level of accuracy is so foreign to me that I can't even remember the twists and turns we took down the path that led from drinking and driving to jerking off and beating your wife.
Is the Royals GM some sort of evil genius that managed to make a connection so goddamned absurd that we instantly forgot that Danny Duffy's drunk ass fell asleep waiting for some french fries? Is he literally so clogged up with cum that he can't answer a laughably unrelated question without referring to the porn that he encourages his players to also avoid at all costs? I don't know what the hell the goal of that answer was, but I genuinely think we should be concerned about the safety of Dayton Moore's loved ones if he truly believes that emptying the tank is the root cause of spousal abuse.
I felt like I was sitting around the poker table listening to Steve Carell's character describe a boob as a bag of sand while trying to wrap my brain around that response. Is it possible that the 50 year old General Manager of a professional baseball team has never enlisted some professional help while rubbing one out? If he has, does the result not immediately clear his head of everything but a little harmless self loathing? Has the clubhouse really been brainwashed by this asinine line of thinking? Could I have snapped the Kansas City Royals out of their 43 inning scoreless streak days ago if I just quickly flashed see POV assplay up on their projection screen? What's a horse shoe? What does a horse shoe do? Are there any horse socks? Is anybody listening to me?!? Ahhhh, I have so many questions!!!
I guess if I were to sum it up with one I would ask if the whole point of that press conference was to get me to ask myself all the other ones while completely ignoring that one of Dayton Moore's starting pitchers was so inebriated behind the wheel that he couldn't drive-thru something that is literally built for convenience? If not, then what exactly was the point of comparing the actual dangers of mind-altering substance abuse to the fictitious dangers of using visual aides for mind-clearing genital abuse?
I may not have any of those answers, but I did come away from what oddly became a public condemnation of technologically enhanced masturbation with a slightly better understanding of something. And that is the underlying inhibitions that ultimately encourage grown men to hurl dangerous projectiles at the heads of other grown men when they exude even the tiniest bit of arousal or excitement on the baseball diamond.