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HOT SPORTS TAKES - A man who won't stand for the anthem is an act that we as Americans shouldn't stand for (1 Viewer)

:lmao: at this whole thread. This has the makings of matching the Shark Pool quote thread we used to have that was killed for no good reason.

I started a new job on Monday so my brain is a bit overtaxed, but I'll add a few of these when the moment strikes me.

 
:lmao: at this whole thread. This has the makings of matching the Shark Pool quote thread we used to have that was killed for no good reason.

I started a new job on Monday so my brain is a bit overtaxed, but I'll add a few of these when the moment strikes me.
Plus you're a stupid idiot.

 
Brady Aiken is just a normal San Diego teen who has it all: Nice parents, nice girlfriend, a ticket to UCLA next year, and a left arm that can only be described as a gift from the heavens.

But there's one thing that Brady Aiken won't have next year: his youth.

That's because Brady Aiken was picked #1 overall in the MLB draft yesterday by the Houston Astros. So instead of learning about the world and pitching for the Bruins next year, Brady will be on buses. A lot of buses. Between Greeneville and Bluefield, Bluefield to Burlington, Burlington back to Greenfield. Over and over, , away from his family or any sort of real life experience, Brady Aiken will be going from one minor league park to another. Will he have the same friends and great experiences he'd have in Westwood? I doubt it.

Oh sure, he'll have money. But wouldn't that money be there in three more years? Why not slow down? Would Brady Aiken's agent ever tell him he should go to college? Of course not, he probably scared him into staying in the draft. "You could blow your arm out", "Your stock might fall", I'm sure Brady's heard it all.

And sure, he'll get to the majors some day, probably one way or another. And I'm sure he'll become a man eventually.

But if you never get to be a great kid, maybe you can never become a great adult.
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Mini HOT TAKE:

The MLB Draft is on tonight and I bet you didn't even know that. And that is a real shame.

Maybe you always dreamt of having your son get a hug from Roger Goodell under the bright lights of Radio City, but I would personally prefer to see my boy get a warm handshake from Bud Selig at the local New Jersey Bingo Hall that MLB films at. And there's one reason why:

Because nobody has ever been concussed hitting the cutoff man.

Football has been proven to be a barbarian's sport, full of excess and crippled bodies. There is not a game that goes by now without a critical starter suffering a major injury. It has become so out of hand that I half expect to see Russell Crowe come out to midfield to ask us if we are not entertained.

Of course, that would be shown after yet another Old Spice commercial.

Baseball on the other hand has none of these problems. Sure, you might blow out an elbow or pull a hamstring stretching for first, but none of those issues are going to cause you to join a class action suit against MLB 30 years from now because you can't remember your name.

Football has broken bones and broken minds. Baseball has broken bats.

Which would you prefer your son to deal with? I know my answer.
HOT TAKE - COLD SHOULDER:

Programming notice for insomniacs searching for a cure: Tonight on channel eleventy-billion (check your local listings) will be the MLB draft. Once those letters meant Major League Baseball, and stood for all that was good and right in this country. These days all MLB stands for Milquetoast, Long, and Boring.

The MLB draft has none of the excitement of the NBA and NFL drafts. None of the colorful suits. None of the colorful names. Certainly none of the colorful characters. Basketball and football players are warriors, and they have the scars and stories to prove it. Baseball players are basically young middle managers and local insurance salesman. Sure they don't have the (overblown) risk of injury, but in turn they have no charm or personality. There's no politically correct way to say this, but I can't tell one white high school catcher from Blue River, Georgia from the next white left handed pitcher from Western Santa Chipotle Junior College, Arizona, and I don't think the announcers can either.

Even worse, there's no reason to tell them apart, because you will see 8,000 kids get drafted, yet YOU WILL NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM PLAY Major League Baseball. Virtually none of the pimple faced kids picked in tonight's MLB draft will ever actually play in Major League Baseball. And if they do, it'll be in five years, so you'll have no idea five-year-from-now non-descript baseball player is one of those same non-descript kids you saw tonight. Why bother?

The other leagues use a simpler yet more entertaining system: Those characters selected in the NFL or NBA draft ACTUALLY GET TO PLAY IN THE NFL OR NBA!! The very next year!! NFL and NBA draftees immediately get to work. They go fight to live their dream in training camp, and the survivors get to play at the highest level. Violent and gladitorial? Sure it is. But to the victor goes the spoils. And in those leagues the young, talented, and determined get the glory.

You want a young man who will take risks, and stand up and fight for what he wants? Give them a basketball or football. Prefer to package your kid in bubble wrap? Want someone who's greatest athletic feat is safely sitting on a bus for hours on end? Tonight's milquetoast draft is for you.

 
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They say that life go in cycles. Well, in the tour di france, that couldn't be more true.

If you don't what it is, the tour di france is a race where people ride they bikes all over the state. They ride over mountains and through the city and what they tryin to do is go as fast as they can. Whoever is the fastest, that person is declared the winner. It was as wholesome and as simple a sport as they come. That is until some of them people say hey, maybe it is time to cheat.

Once there was this guy names Lance Armstrong. If you think about it though, why is he name Armstrong? If he ride he bike all day, shouldn't he name be Legstrong? That should have been the very first clue that something just wasn't right.

But I digrest.

When he first start racing he was a inspiration. He had overcome cancer of testicle and was now one of the best bicycle racers in all of teh world. He go from maybe losing he life to winning the biggest bike race in history. He go almost right from the operating table to the winners circle. He may have lost a ball but now he was having one.

Cycles.

So after Lance Armstrong win so many time someone say, hey let's see you blood. He say OK but there was a problem. It look like someone had put all kinds of doping in it. He say no way. It is all hard work. They go back and forth for many years. Finally he decide to call Orpah Wiffrey and say that he had been lyin all along.

When you job is to ride you bike, maybe sometime you don't know when to stop peddlin.

Nobody could believe it. He had been such a inspiration to everyone and now he name is tarnished. Little boys who ride they bike was like say it ain't so lance. One little boy say that everytime Lance race he would look at the word Schwin on he bike and all he could see was the letters w-i-n. Now when he look at it, all he see is s-i-n. (another boy say he see c-h-i-n)

And now here we are today. Lance Armstrong is tryin to get he life back. Once he was a champion but those days are gone. Peoples anger have faded a little and he is not as hated as he once was. Now he is just tryin to be the best he can be and live he life. From sick to champion to hated to regular, like the tour di france, Lance Armstrong life move in cycles.

p and s do they have dog bikes
 
Robinson Cano can run; I'm certain of it. Only, I've never seen him do it. What does complete lack of hustle and utter disrespect for the game of baseball get you these days?

$240 million.

You read that correctly. This offseason, the Seattle Mariners chose to ignore a mountain of evidence of lazy play from Cano's tenure with the New York Yankees. Years of criminal indifference on the baseball diamond. Years of showing no emotion when failing his team in big spots. Years of casually jogging to first base on ground balls, as other players who give a damn about their livelihood are hustling all over the ball field, selling out for the good of the team!

"BUT HE PLAYS EVERY DAY!," Cano-supporters tend to shout.

Sure, Cano was in the lineup most days. So was Cal Ripken, Jr. Maybe you've heard of him. The difference is that Ripken gave his heart and soul to the game, while Cano cannot be bothered to leg out an infield hit; to stretch a single into a double; to stretch a double into a triple. It would seem that stretching his bank account and making contacts in rap music is all that matters to him.

Perhaps Mariners manager Lloyd McClendon can inspire his new charge to hustle now and then? Perhaps not. You see, McClendon earns roughly two-hundred and forty million dollars less than Cano. It's a form of new baseball math -- The Golden Rule.

He who has the gold makes the rules.

Cano failed to exert much of an effort in the Bronx despite being in heated pennant races nearly every year. Now fat and happier than ever, fans in the Great Northwest can expect only the most minimal of effort, especially when the team finds itself out of first place by double-digit games during the dog-days of August. But that's okay. This is baseball as we know it in 2014.

$240 million doesn't buy what it used to. There's no running away from that.

 
They say that life go in cycles. Well, in the tour di france, that couldn't be more true.

If you don't what it is, the tour di france is a race where people ride they bikes all over the state. They ride over mountains and through the city and what they tryin to do is go as fast as they can. Whoever is the fastest, that person is declared the winner. It was as wholesome and as simple a sport as they come. That is until some of them people say hey, maybe it is time to cheat.

Once there was this guy names Lance Armstrong. If you think about it though, why is he name Armstrong? If he ride he bike all day, shouldn't he name be Legstrong? That should have been the very first clue that something just wasn't right.

But I digrest.

When he first start racing he was a inspiration. He had overcome cancer of testicle and was now one of the best bicycle racers in all of teh world. He go from maybe losing he life to winning the biggest bike race in history. He go almost right from the operating table to the winners circle. He may have lost a ball but now he was having one.

Cycles.

So after Lance Armstrong win so many time someone say, hey let's see you blood. He say OK but there was a problem. It look like someone had put all kinds of doping in it. He say no way. It is all hard work. They go back and forth for many years. Finally he decide to call Orpah Wiffrey and say that he had been lyin all along.

When you job is to ride you bike, maybe sometime you don't know when to stop peddlin.

Nobody could believe it. He had been such a inspiration to everyone and now he name is tarnished. Little boys who ride they bike was like say it ain't so lance. One little boy say that everytime Lance race he would look at the word Schwin on he bike and all he could see was the letters w-i-n. Now when he look at it, all he see is s-i-n. (another boy say he see c-h-i-n)

And now here we are today. Lance Armstrong is tryin to get he life back. Once he was a champion but those days are gone. Peoples anger have faded a little and he is not as hated as he once was. Now he is just tryin to be the best he can be and live he life. From sick to champion to hated to regular, like the tour di france, Lance Armstrong life move in cycles.

p and s do they have dog bikes
:lmao: :lmao: yessssss

 
Some times in life the A/C turns off and you may need to turn up.

But Lebron James, and the inappropriately named Miami Heat did the exact opposite last night.

What a farce. I have never seen a player remove himself from such a big situation for such an easily handled 'injury'. Since when do you need air conditioning to play basketball? When I would play it was always outside on concrete courts. And I bet you did the same. And none of us were paid to do it.

In Florida -- you know, where the Heat are from, it's pretty hot here right now. It was touching 95 in certain places last week. Maybe instead of being coddled playing inside chilly spacial arenas the Heat should step outside and remember how they played as kids? Maybe that would toughen them up?

He left game 1 of the Finals with cramps?

You know who else gets cramps? My wife. She toughs through it.

You know who didn't get cramps? Michael Jordan.

Can you imagine Jordan leaving a Finals game because it was too hot? This is the guy who played in the old Boston Garden, where every game was played without the comforts of chilly a/c being blown on you.

This is a guy who played a Finals game with the very worst flu, and had to be carried off the court by teammates. After they won though, of course. Michael would have had it no other way.

Who knew all it would take to stop this potential dynasty was to turn off the coolant? The Pacers should have thought of that, but maybe they figured Roy Hibbert would melt away first.

Doesn't the NBA still provide Gatorade? They had the bottles at the podium for the post game press conference which was quite the ironic sight. Did nobody think to take one of those bottles to Lebron during the game so maybe he could keep hydrated?

They say in a few years all NBA jerseys will have corporate sponsorships on them. Maybe they can change some of the team names with it.

The Miami Trane has a nice ring to me. At least it would more properly demonstrate what this current group is about.

 
40,000 fans screaming their head off for the Big Red Machine to pile up double digit runs every night. That's how I grew up watching the national pasttime. I could turn to John from accounting (the stranger who had season tickets next to me for 17 years) after every batter and we knew exactly what pitcher should be brought in. And imagine this... we didn't even look it up on a spreadsheet! Teams ran out the same 8 players year after year so you didn't have to consult some database to know who was good. We just watched the sweet swing of Pete Rose and knew, THAT GUY COULD HIT. And he didn't strike out all the time either.

Try it next time you're at a game. Turn to your right. Is anyone even in John from accounting's seat? Is anyone even in your section or are you picking up every foul ball? If so, ask that man a question about the game. Chances are, he fires up his laptop to get his opinion. The fact is, you would see even more of this except fans have created a defense mechanism. Nobody goes. Have you seen attendance at baseball games lately? That is because fans are safer in their homes making snarky remarks on the internet about a player's fWAR+% than at a baseball game talking from their heads about hitting.

Nevermind that a player hasn't driven in a run since April, this guy has "created" 35 runs this month according to some metric NASA wouldn't understand.

I keep reading that baseball fans are more informed and smarter than ever, so this is an open invitation. I sit in section 134, row V every game. Come talk to me whenever you want about our team.

But leave your laptop in your seat.

 
They say that life go in cycles. Well, in the tour di france, that couldn't be more true.

If you don't what it is, the tour di france is a race where people ride they bikes all over the state. They ride over mountains and through the city and what they tryin to do is go as fast as they can. Whoever is the fastest, that person is declared the winner. It was as wholesome and as simple a sport as they come. That is until some of them people say hey, maybe it is time to cheat.

Once there was this guy names Lance Armstrong. If you think about it though, why is he name Armstrong? If he ride he bike all day, shouldn't he name be Legstrong? That should have been the very first clue that something just wasn't right.

But I digrest.

When he first start racing he was a inspiration. He had overcome cancer of testicle and was now one of the best bicycle racers in all of teh world. He go from maybe losing he life to winning the biggest bike race in history. He go almost right from the operating table to the winners circle. He may have lost a ball but now he was having one.

Cycles.

So after Lance Armstrong win so many time someone say, hey let's see you blood. He say OK but there was a problem. It look like someone had put all kinds of doping in it. He say no way. It is all hard work. They go back and forth for many years. Finally he decide to call Orpah Wiffrey and say that he had been lyin all along.

When you job is to ride you bike, maybe sometime you don't know when to stop peddlin.

Nobody could believe it. He had been such a inspiration to everyone and now he name is tarnished. Little boys who ride they bike was like say it ain't so lance. One little boy say that everytime Lance race he would look at the word Schwin on he bike and all he could see was the letters w-i-n. Now when he look at it, all he see is s-i-n. (another boy say he see c-h-i-n)

And now here we are today. Lance Armstrong is tryin to get he life back. Once he was a champion but those days are gone. Peoples anger have faded a little and he is not as hated as he once was. Now he is just tryin to be the best he can be and live he life. From sick to champion to hated to regular, like the tour di france, Lance Armstrong life move in cycles.

p and s do they have dog bikes
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Peel the layers away of building a football team and you'll see some ugly things.

When he was brought into the New England Patriots offices in 2000, Bill Belichick was given reign over a majority of the franchise. And that would prove costly to several players, but what was done to one young player stands out.

We know by now that Belichick is intentional above all and that is why this is such a mystery.

Tom Brady is in the winter of his storied career and his replacement was brought in just about a year ago. Tim Tebow had his former coach Josh McDaniels as the Offensive Coordinator and the opportunity to show his former team in the division and around the league that the phoenix of his career will fly again.

Opinions around the league were in agreement that it was a brilliant move. In a league filled with players dragging knocked out wives in casino elevators at 2:00 AM, marijuana suspensions and all sorts of felonies, former players facing double murder trials, bringing in a proven winner with a spotless reputation to groom as Brady's heir seemed perfect.

So, what happened?

Was it a panicked Brady urging his mentor to get rid of Tebow?

Unnamed sources contend is was Belichick's decision alone to destroy Tim Tebow. So, Tebow was shown the door and has been on the sidelines since.

Sometimes I'd just rather not peel away the onion layers and see what's underneath.

 
To some, sports probably seem trivial. I'm sure that is how Elliot Rodger's parents saw them. To them, there was no value in teaching their son to compete, man to man, and prove his worth in what Teddy Roosevelt called "the Arena." I'm sure they worried, as many parents must, how their sensitive son would react if he were to lose. But as great men like Roosevelt and Vince Lombardi understood, it is only the man who has been in the Arena, who has dared failure, that can truly count himself a man.

Because Elliot Rodger had never proved anything to himself, he sought approval from others. From women who, understandably, reserved their affection for those who bodies and characters had been honed in the crucible that competitive sports provides. Rodger's parents were so concerned with isolating him from failure, that they never sought to teach him to be a winner. But as Sean Connery has said (and great warriors like Tom Brady and Derek Jeter have proven), it is winners who get the prom queen.

Sadly, however, in today's participation society, even those parents who enroll their sons in sports can have no guarantee that they will become the men this country needs. In today's "everybody gets a trophy" America, we are raising a nation of Elliot Rodger's. A generation of coddled, "sensitive" sociopaths who have been encouraged to crawl inside their own heads and "get in touch with their feelings." But that is not how Woody Hayes would have tackled a young man's demons. Hayes understood, all to well, that the only eliminating weakness could purify our bodies and characters. Today, many ask if things had been different if we had different firearms laws or more extensive mental health policies. But I suspect that what would have really made the difference was a true Man in Elliot Rodger's life.

 
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I cannot take credit for this white hot take:

Athletes, particularly those at the professional level and regardless of the sport, have a responsibility to the media. Not all of them see it that way, of course, and it’s easy to understand why when Lords of the Keyboard or Microphone cast blame, doubt, or aversion towards them at their leisure. Sometimes without merit, and often for long periods of time.

Still, every job has its hazards. In this case, some are a little more publicized than others.

Just ask Patriots receiver Danny Amendola, who seemed to hang up on radio host Adam Jones on Tuesday night during an interview on 98.5 The Sports Hub after the questions either got too tough or redundant for his liking.



Jones is an established radio talent in this market and even spent two seasons covering New England for its pre and postgame shows on Patriots.com. In other words, he knows as well as anyone that players working for Pats coach Bill Belichick are known to say nothing and evoke little more personality in the process.

In turn, the Sports Hub host wasn’t exactly asking the hard-hitting questions.

It’s worth pointing out, first, that Amendola was seemingly only on to promote his upcoming “Celebrity Waiter Night” on June 11 to benefit his Catches for Kids Foundation. Good for him. Interviews are motivated by plugging appearances or products all the time. No problem.

Jones planned to discuss the event eventually, but began with football. Again, pretty customary in these situations.

He started with a softball, asking Amendola to describe his first season in Foxborough, a year the receiver called a “good experience” in which he “learned a lot”. Quarterback Tom Brady may disagree after the two struggled to get on the same page throughout Amendola’s latest injury-plagued campaign, but that’s another story.

Jones then inquired as to what Amendola needs to improve upon going forward, which was met with the player equivalent of Belichick’s “we can be better in all phases of the game” shtick.

Then things went south.

“You’ve had a fairly extensive injury history over the course of your career and your time in the league, Danny,” Jones said, teetering on a sensitive issue. “You’ve been described as injury-prone or fragile, or even unlucky. Using that word or maybe another that comes to mind for you, how would you describe your injury situation?”

To paraphrase, Amendola said he doesn’t think about it.

Jones pressed with a logical follow-up, given Amendola was limited to 12 of 16 regular season games in 2013.

“How would you describe your physical health at this point in the offseason?”

The wide-out insisted he’s good, channeling teammate Rob Gronkowski when noting everyone is “getting stronger and getting faster.”

One more from Jones.

“As we said, you’ve been described as unlucky with some of your injuries. We all remember that clavicle injury that you suffered as a member of the St. Louis Rams…”

Jones continued, but Amendola didn’t stick around to hear the rest.

“He’ll call back, I’m sure,” Jones said in jest after noticing the sound of the click and trailing off.

He didn’t.

The questions are there verbatim. Simple, logical, easy to answer queries from Jones for a veteran receiver with a high salary (he’s entering the second of a five-year, $28.5 million deal), high expectations, and an even higher likelihood of failing to make it through a full season unscathed.

Yes, injuries happen. Football is at times an insanely violent game. But most players appear in more than 24 regular season games over a three-year period (50 percent), which is how Amendola’s resume reads of late. Those are just the facts and it’s his responsibility to live with that and, if necessary, be reminded of it. He wouldn’t have been able to dance out of a media scrum in the face of the same string of questions so easily. Only Tim Thomas could end group interviews in these parts.

Maybe Amendola took exception to being termed injury-prone or fragile. Perhaps he doesn’t enjoy the thought of being unlucky. It could be that he feared a question was coming about offseason trade and cut rumors. Or, it’s entirely possible he’d just prefer to turn the page and look ahead to 2014. None of that matters.

When you’re a professional athlete – even a college athlete – part of the gig is dealing with the media and doing so in representative manner. Someone like Jose Canseco can hang up on all the talk show hosts he wants; he’s the only one in control of his brand. Amendola is employed by the Patriots, who just so happen to call the CBS Boston affiliate their flagship home.

It was a poor decision, even if the questions grew from mildly uncomfortable to wholly offensive (which, by the way, they never would have with Jones).

Fair or unfair, warranted or undeserved, Amendola has a long line of critics after a disappointing first season with the Pats. Fans and many in the media looked to him to be Wes Welker 2.0 – fortunately, a job snared by Burgertyme’s Julian Edelman – and instead he was simply Amendola, Season Five.

When he’s on the field, he’s a good, productive player. In his dozen games, Amendola finished with 54 receptions for 663 yards – 26 shy of a career-high set with the Rams in 2010 – and two touchdowns. But, more often than not, with Gronkowski out, Aaron Hernandez incarcerated, and several rookies or other first-year guys trying to navigate the playbook, he was nowhere to be found. In the AFC Championship game, he was held without a catch.

Truthfully, it’s unfortunate for Amendola because many people – and I am on that list – were expecting him to struggle to stay healthy before he ever put on a uniform. It’s not exactly the “welcome to town, we’re thrilled to have ya” that he or any free agent signing normally deserve. Often times, though, histories motivate opinions and Amendola’s is one littered with elbow, shoulder, foot, groin, and concussion-related absences just since the start of 2011.

Even so, if an athlete, any athlete, is permitted to cash his paychecks without performance, he can at least discuss the components of what prevented him from doing his job in years past.

Does Amendola owe Jones or the Sports Hub an apology? While it’d be nice, nobody would logically expect that. Again, this is hardly the first time something like this has happened. But, in the future, he should realize answering challenging or unpleasant questions is simply part of the job, even if he’d rather focus his time and energy on how he’ll avoid being a disappointment and future cap casualty by the winter.

With next week’s “Celebrity Waiter Night” approaching, maybe he could have viewed it as another charitable use of his time. Phone lines are open.
 
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Do you hear that Roger Goodell? That is your audience and fan base you are alienating. Unfortunately, you cant hear us though through the sounds of the cash register ringing in your ear of every minute of every day.

As you already know, the NFL is king in America, and we, the fans, are at the mercy of whatever the NFL chooses to do regardless of fan consensus. Remember, my brethren, the day so of the NFL draft on a April Saturday/Sunday afternoon where you could veg out and tune out your wife for 2 straight days under the rouse of the draft? Fast forward 5 years from that day and now there is word of the draft being extended to 4 days in multiple cities across the US like it's a freaking Justin Beiber concert? Is there nothing sacred anymore?

This, my friends, is just the beginning -- the NFL, in addition to extending its Thursday night platform to CBS, is having games on Thursday, Saturday, in addition to its normal Sunday, Monday sessions this season. Also, games are not being held only the good US of A, but also abroad in London for 4 games this season? Taking away home games from teams with fans who pay the outrageous Season ticket fees each and every year? What's next? A game in Qatar? I gather its only a matter of time before the DRAFT is held exclusively in London and there are a few franchises in Europe, with a handful in the states -- Has anyone noticed Roger Goodell's poor orthodontia?

I digrest.

The NFL, a game that is inherently America's new past time, is being shoved down the throats of the few who don't care as much, in lieu of the loyal many fans who have been there from the beginning, and people are... not doing anything about it. We are at the mercy of NFL because the NFL is the golden goose, and we are doing nothing to try and talk to you about it.

But dont worry Mr Goodell, you cant hear us anyway through the ringing of the cash register, whilst tinkering away at something that is not yet broken.

Yet.

 
Seventy years ago, when faced with a seemingly impossible task against an overwhelming adversary, did Dwight Eisenhower make excuses? Did he surrender before the fight even began? Or did he outline a bold vision that inspired his men to achieve more than they thought possible? And in the process change the world.

I’ll let Ike give the answer in his own timeless words, from the Order of the Day he issued to launch the D-Day invasion:

“We will accept nothing less than full victory.”

Now compare that to the cowardly utterings of Jurgen Klinsman, ironically a German, on the eve of soccer’s quadrennial global conflict:

“We cannot win this World Cup because we are not at that level yet.”

You’d think two World Wars would be enough for the Germans to learn a little something from Uncle Sam about what it takes to win. But it’s pretty clear there’s still some educating that needs to happen. And it’s even more clear that an American national team should never have been turned over to a foreigner to begin with. Because an American would never utter words of defeat like Klinsman’s before a single shot was fired.

What kind of words would an American coach offer to an American team before they began an international competition against impossible odds? I think Herb Brooks could offer some insight:

“Tonight, we stay with them. And we shut them down because we can! Tonight, WE are the greatest hockey team in the world. You were born to be hockey players. Every one of you. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time. Their time is done. It's over.”

This is why soccer rightfully will never catch on in America. Because an American coach coaching an American team playing an American sport would never admit defeat before the game even begins. He would never humiliate and cut his country’s greatest player on the eve of international competition. And he would never accept “nothing less than full victory.”

Unlike the brave boys who stormed the Normandy beaches, this year’s U.S. World Cup team is going to be pushed back while trying to storm foreign shores.

Auf wiedersehen, Herr Klinsman. I’ll start caring about U.S. soccer when our so-called national team starts demonstrating our American ideals.

 
Seventy years ago, when faced with a seemingly impossible task against an overwhelming adversary, did Dwight Eisenhower make excuses? Did he surrender before the fight even began? Or did he outline a bold vision that inspired his men to achieve more than they thought possible? And in the process change the world.

Ill let Ike give the answer in his own timeless words, from the Order of the Day he issued to launch the D-Day invasion:

We will accept nothing less than full victory.

Now compare that to the cowardly utterings of Jurgen Klinsman, ironically a German, on the eve of soccers quadrennial global conflict:

We cannot win this World Cup because we are not at that level yet.

Youd think two World Wars would be enough for the Germans to learn a little something from Uncle Sam about what it takes to win. But its pretty clear theres still some educating that needs to happen. And its even more clear that an American national team should never have been turned over to a foreigner to begin with. Because an American would never utter words of defeat like Klinsmans before a single shot was fired.

What kind of words would an American coach offer to an American team before they began an international competition against impossible odds? I think Herb Brooks could offer some insight:

Tonight, we stay with them. And we shut them down because we can! Tonight, WE are the greatest hockey team in the world. You were born to be hockey players. Every one of you. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time. Their time is done. It's over.

This is why soccer rightfully will never catch on in America. Because an American coach coaching an American team playing an American sport would never admit defeat before the game even begins. He would never humiliate and cut his countrys greatest player on the eve of international competition. And he would never accept nothing less than full victory.

Unlike the brave boys who stormed the Normandy beaches, this years U.S. World Cup team is going to be pushed back while trying to storm foreign shores.

Auf wiedersehen, Herr Klinsman. Ill start caring about U.S. soccer when our so-called national team starts demonstrating our American ideals.
I had no trouble cooking a round of frankfurters hot dogs for my family and a few neighbors with this take.

 
Seventy years ago, when faced with a seemingly impossible task against an overwhelming adversary, did Dwight Eisenhower make excuses? Did he surrender before the fight even began? Or did he outline a bold vision that inspired his men to achieve more than they thought possible? And in the process change the world.

I’ll let Ike give the answer in his own timeless words, from the Order of the Day he issued to launch the D-Day invasion:

“We will accept nothing less than full victory.”

Now compare that to the cowardly utterings of Jurgen Klinsman, ironically a German, on the eve of soccer’s quadrennial global conflict:

“We cannot win this World Cup because we are not at that level yet.”

You’d think two World Wars would be enough for the Germans to learn a little something from Uncle Sam about what it takes to win. But it’s pretty clear there’s still some educating that needs to happen. And it’s even more clear that an American national team should never have been turned over to a foreigner to begin with. Because an American would never utter words of defeat like Klinsman’s before a single shot was fired.

What kind of words would an American coach offer to an American team before they began an international competition against impossible odds? I think Herb Brooks could offer some insight:

“Tonight, we stay with them. And we shut them down because we can! Tonight, WE are the greatest hockey team in the world. You were born to be hockey players. Every one of you. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time. Their time is done. It's over.”

This is why soccer rightfully will never catch on in America. Because an American coach coaching an American team playing an American sport would never admit defeat before the game even begins. He would never humiliate and cut his country’s greatest player on the eve of international competition. And he would never accept “nothing less than full victory.”

Unlike the brave boys who stormed the Normandy beaches, this year’s U.S. World Cup team is going to be pushed back while trying to storm foreign shores.

Auf wiedersehen, Herr Klinsman. I’ll start caring about U.S. soccer when our so-called national team starts demonstrating our American ideals.
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So I see all these Spurs fans not cheering on their team's win, but instead unleashing a tidal wave of schadenfreude towards LeBron James for cramping up during crunch time last night.

We shouldn't be criticizing LeBron for getting hurt in unexpected, unhealthy conditions. We should be wondering what the hell happened to the air conditioning.

Modern indoor air conditioning has been around since basketball was still in the peach-basket phase. Yet the A/C goes out at the AT&T Center, and the building crew is bumbling around like a bunch of Schneiders, Bookmans, and Utleys, hitting on fans and making excuses instead of doing their jobs.

We don't like it when incompetent refs determine who wins a game. "Let the players decide it on the court themselves!" We should feel the same way about incompetent building managers.

Some of my colleagues are trying to compare last night's embarrassment of cutting-edge engineering to old NBA Finals games played at the old Boston Garden. Give me a break. Back then, the games were played in the afternoon in buildings without air conditioning because not enough people cared about the results. Entire teams could be bought for what it costs to pay Danny Granger's salary. This is prime time in 2014, broadcast out to over 200 countries, the window into San Antonio's world. And San Antonio proved it literally could not be cool.

Bring it on, Internet tough guys, about how well you handle heat and play through cramps. You did a hell of a job showing what a badass you were hustling through that line at Snowflake Donuts this morning. Let's see how much energy you have left after dragging the Kawhi Leonard or Paul George up and down the court for 48 minutes. Do you leave your dog in the car with the windows rolled up to toughen Fido up, too?

If I want to enjoy sporting activities in 90-plus degree heat, I'll drive the 30 miles to New Braunfels and hit the slides at Schlitterbahn.

You may win a basketball championship because of this, San Antonio, but you will never be a championship city. I hope it was worth it.

 
The Sizzler said:
So I see all these Spurs fans not cheering on their team's win, but instead unleashing a tidal wave of schadenfreude towards LeBron James for cramping up during crunch time last night.

We shouldn't be criticizing LeBron for getting hurt in unexpected, unhealthy conditions. We should be wondering what the hell happened to the air conditioning.

Modern indoor air conditioning has been around since basketball was still in the peach-basket phase. Yet the A/C goes out at the AT&T Center, and the building crew is bumbling around like a bunch of Schneiders, Bookmans, and Utleys, hitting on fans and making excuses instead of doing their jobs.

We don't like it when incompetent refs determine who wins a game. "Let the players decide it on the court themselves!" We should feel the same way about incompetent building managers.

Some of my colleagues are trying to compare last night's embarrassment of cutting-edge engineering to old NBA Finals games played at the old Boston Garden. Give me a break. Back then, the games were played in the afternoon in buildings without air conditioning because not enough people cared about the results. Entire teams could be bought for what it costs to pay Danny Granger's salary. This is prime time in 2014, broadcast out to over 200 countries, the window into San Antonio's world. And San Antonio proved it literally could not be cool.

Bring it on, Internet tough guys, about how well you handle heat and play through cramps. You did a hell of a job showing what a badass you were hustling through that line at Snowflake Donuts this morning. Let's see how much energy you have left after dragging the Kawhi Leonard or Paul George up and down the court for 48 minutes. Do you leave your dog in the car with the windows rolled up to toughen Fido up, too?

If I want to enjoy sporting activities in 90-plus degree heat, I'll drive the 30 miles to New Braunfels and hit the slides at Schlitterbahn.

You may win a basketball championship because of this, San Antonio, but you will never be a championship city. I hope it was worth it.
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TobiasFunke said:
B Maverick said:
TobiasFunke said:
Excellent entry from Michael Wilbon here
Thats pretty sad. I used to like PTI but havent watched it much lately. Is it becoming a Skip Bayless First Take clone?
No idea about PTI, but Wilbon's been heading this direction for a while now. Totally agree that it's sad, Wilbon used to be pretty great as a Post columnist. ESPN gonna ESPN.
Wilbon's always been an emo. The column he wrote ripping Keyshawn Johnson when USC played his Northwestern Wildcats in the Rose Bowl was a thing of raw, self-serving beauty. Wish I could find it.

 
As you most likely already know by now, today marks the 70th anniversary of D-Day. On this day, Many men, some young, some old, gave their lives for their countries and the idea of freedom. The idea of a prosperous, fair world. For their families. And, frankly, for millions of people they've never even met. Why? Great question. Why do some become heroes and others don't? Why is there such an inherent difference between men?

That's a question for whatever Creator you believe in. And just to remind you, I support the right to practice any belief system you feel is right. And on the beaches of Normandy, many killed fathers, brothers, uncles and sons died for that same ideal.

People need heroes. They inspire us. Lead us. Protect us. Make us feel safe, invulnerable, capable of reaching the stars! And when you're in the public eye, famous, privileged... you need to be aware of this.

Staff Seargent Peter McCoy,22, died after jumping on a grenade to protect his comrades, his blood coloring the sand. Just minutes earlier, he had both legs littered with shrapnel. But he had a job to do.

So, let's remember on the anniversary of the day Freedom was saved, there's no room to idolize someone who can't overcome something as mundane as cramps just to finish playing a silly game.

I threw away my son's Lebron poster this morning. He cried, but I know it's for the best. I pray one day he understands.
 
These takes have gotten so incendiary I'm wearing a welder's mask to look at the screen and oven mitts to touch the keyboard

 
I took dinner out of the oven tonight and said "that's as hot as some of these takes I've seen today."

My wife has to be literally days from leaving me.

 
poopdawg said:
This is why I can't stand the NBA. Bunch of ####### primadonnas. Okay, his leg was cramped. Whatever. Did he really need to be carried 20 feet by two people? Hop on one leg, Nancy boy. I have had many debilitating leg cramps and they do suck. But not once did I ever have to get carried off the field. Please god have the Spurs win so I don't have to hear about this dooshburger for the next 10 weeks on Sportscenter.

Clint Malarchuk gets his jugular sliced by a skate and he goes off the ice under his own power. Bron bron gets a toothache and needs a dentist to come onto the court. The NBA is a ####### joke.
I held my coffee up to this take, and now I'm going to sue McDonald's.

 
The_Man said:
Seventy years ago, when faced with a seemingly impossible task against an overwhelming adversary, did Dwight Eisenhower make excuses? Did he surrender before the fight even began? Or did he outline a bold vision that inspired his men to achieve more than they thought possible? And in the process change the world.

I’ll let Ike give the answer in his own timeless words, from the Order of the Day he issued to launch the D-Day invasion:

“We will accept nothing less than full victory.”

Now compare that to the cowardly utterings of Jurgen Klinsman, ironically a German, on the eve of soccer’s quadrennial global conflict:

“We cannot win this World Cup because we are not at that level yet.”

You’d think two World Wars would be enough for the Germans to learn a little something from Uncle Sam about what it takes to win. But it’s pretty clear there’s still some educating that needs to happen. And it’s even more clear that an American national team should never have been turned over to a foreigner to begin with. Because an American would never utter words of defeat like Klinsman’s before a single shot was fired.

What kind of words would an American coach offer to an American team before they began an international competition against impossible odds? I think Herb Brooks could offer some insight:

“Tonight, we stay with them. And we shut them down because we can! Tonight, WE are the greatest hockey team in the world. You were born to be hockey players. Every one of you. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time. Their time is done. It's over.”

This is why soccer rightfully will never catch on in America. Because an American coach coaching an American team playing an American sport would never admit defeat before the game even begins. He would never humiliate and cut his country’s greatest player on the eve of international competition. And he would never accept “nothing less than full victory.”

Unlike the brave boys who stormed the Normandy beaches, this year’s U.S. World Cup team is going to be pushed back while trying to storm foreign shores.

Auf wiedersehen, Herr Klinsman. I’ll start caring about U.S. soccer when our so-called national team starts demonstrating our American ideals.
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You may have seen the $52.5 million contract signed by John Calipari yesterday, making him the highest-paid coach in the NCAA. "Coach Cal" is widely regarded as one of the best, if not the best, coaches in the country, so perhaps this news is not all that shocking.


What is not shocking is the further proof of what actually matters about college athletics: MONEY.

Nevermind that Calipari's previous coaching stints resulted in the vacation of dozens of wins due to various improprieties. Nevermind that many of Kentucky's players attend the school solely for the purpose of trying to make it to the NBA, while Calipari touts his phony "100% graduation rate." As long as Calipari keeps packing them in to Rupp Arena and generation over $20 million in profit of the university, all will be right in their old Kentucky home.

The news of this contract came out on the same day that Rashad McCants, a former North Carolina basketball player, told ESPN that he attended sham classes designed to keep his GPA high enough to remain eligible to play basketball. But hey, UNC won the championship that year, so their heels may be tarred but their image remained pristine.

I remember when I was in college. We worked hard all the time in the hopes that we could better ourselves for the future. We were happy just to have a few bucks from our parents to get a pizza. I remember many a night, burning the midnight oil, trying find just the right words to put into my columns for the student newspaper.

But I have the right word to describe the university administrators today: SHAMELESS.

College football and basketball coaches are now the highest-paid state employees in many states. Is the coach of a team more important than the governor? Than police officers and firefighters? Than teachers?

Institutions of higher learning used to be about one thing: EDUCATION.

Yet the pursuit of athletic championships and, of course, the almighty dollar, seem to be the priority now.

I suppose that these universities are at least teaching their students one useful lesson for the real world: ethics and standards don't amount to a hill of beans if there is a profit to be made.

Well, Mr. Calipari can have his millions and I'll keep my hill of beans, if it means not further degrading our nation's fine universities. I sleep better at night.
 

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