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Who Wants To Play for Team Rush?

Controversial conservative yakker Rush Limbaugh expressed interest in purchasing the St. Louis Rams last week as part of a larger group seeking to own the beleaguered team. It seems I wasn’t the only person horrified by this proposition, as several NFL players and now the head of the players’ union has come out against the notion of Limbaugh owning any part of the team.

Can’t say I blame them.

More after the jump.


NFL Players Executive Director DeMaurice Smith on Saturday made a move to solidify the union against a bid by conservative talk show radio host Rush Limbaugh as part of a group that aims to purchase the St. Louis Rams.

In an e-mail to the union’s executive committee on Saturday specifically addressing Limbaugh’s bid, Smith said, “I’ve spoken to the Commissioner [Roger Goodell] and I understand that this ownership consideration is in the early stages. But sport in America is at its best when it unifies, gives all of us reason to cheer, and when it transcends. Our sport does exactly that when it overcomes division and rejects discrimination and hatred.”

Limbaugh and St. Louis Blues owner Dave Checketts are among six potential ownership groups that have discussed buying the Rams. League sources say the current sale price has ranged from $700-to-$750 million but that there did not appear to be an imminent transaction.

Who on earth wants to be a minority baller on a Limbaugh owned team? Considering what Limbaugh has said in the past about blacks and black athletes (see McNabb, Donovan and Limbaugh’s brief tenure at ESPN) you can imagine what the “Cringe Heard Round the League” sounded like.


Who’s Afraid of Serena Williams?

Notice, the earrings are off. Time for a Compton-style beat down!Apparently, line officials, as Serena allegedly told one she’d shove this ball down her throat after a disputed call that eventually would give the match and the path to the US Open finals to a rejuvinated Kim Clijsters. I’m on Team Williams, but damn Serena. I thought you were mad when Henin screwed you over at that 2003 French Open semi-final and she straight up lied to an official. You proved me there are levels of John McEnroe-esque anger that you have not even begun to tap into.

More after the jump.

From Huffington Post:

With Williams serving at 5-6, 15-30 in the second set, she faulted on her first serve. On the second serve, a line judge called a foot fault, making it a double-fault — a call rarely, if ever, seen at that stage of any match, let alone the semifinals of a Grand Slam tournament.

That made the score 15-40, putting Clijsters one point from victory.

Instead of stepping to the baseline to serve again, Williams went over and shouted and cursed at the line judge, pointing at her and thrusting the ball toward her.

“If I could, I would take this … ball and shove it down your … throat,” Williams said.

She continued yelling at the line judge, and went back over, shaking her racket in the official’s direction.

Asked in her postmatch news conference what she said to the line judge, Williams wouldn’t say, replying, “What did I say? You didn’t hear?”

“I’ve never been in a fight in my whole life, so I don’t know why she would have felt threatened,” Williams said with a smile.

The line judge went over to the chair umpire, and tournament referee Brian Earley joined in the conversation. With the crowd booing — making part of the dialogue inaudible — Williams then went over and said to the line judge: “Sorry, but there are a lot of people who’ve said way worse.” Then the line judge said something to the chair umpire, and Williams responded, “I didn’t say I would kill you. Are you serious? I didn’t say that.” The line judge replied by shaking her head and saying, “Yes.”

Williams already had been give a code violation warning when she broke her racket after losing the first set. So the chair umpire now awarded a penalty point to Clijsters, ending the match.

To see more pictures of the match from Daylife, click here.


To The People Who Are Blaming Steve McNair … (Guest Post)

Damon at This May Concern You has a few words for the people who blame murdered ex-NFL quarterback Steve McNair for his own demise

By Damon

You all should have stopped before your started. But since you didn’t, I’ll ask you to silence yourselves now.

No, I’m not foolish enough to paint Steve McNair as some “holier than thou” figure. He needs to be remembered as a human who did a little great, some good and some bad. It’s obvious he didn’t walk on water, make it so the blind could see or heal the sick.

He was human. Frankly, I don’t care how you look at him, so long as you don’t look at him as though he caused his own death.

More after the jump.

No one should be simple enough to say that McNair, the former NFL quarterback found dead this weekend, did himself in through his actions. That’s like saying “he got what he had coming.” I’m sorry, but death is a steep price to pay for adultery. Usually it’s divorce, alimony, child support and/or reconciliation.

From what we now know, though, the 20-year-old woman he was dating outside of his marriage blew a gasket or six. Sahel Kazemi allegedly put two bullets in his head and two in his chest before killing herself.

Why did she do it? Because she — not McNair — lost it. Why did she lose it? People will be speculating about that for some time unless a suicide note shows up somewhere.

Still, you all have begun lambasting McNair because he was an adulterer. Some of you have turned it into “a cautionary tale” for cheating men. That’s not what this is. It’s a tragic example of someone not getting her/his way and deciding to take control via the worst possible means. Sure, the wages of sin is death. But adultery doesn’t beget murder.

We’ve all been tried before. We’ve all had our buttons pushed by our own personal George Jetsons to a point where we wanted to hurl fine China as though it were a Spacely’s Sprocket. But even with all his threats, Mr. Spacely never killed Jetson. He may have thought about it, but never did.

Likewise, most of us remove ourselves from trying circumstances via means that aren’t volatile. We leave and move on with our lives.

Kazemi chose to end theirs. That’s where your negative thoughts concerning this issue should lay — on her decision to end lives. Men and women cheat every day. Some fools skip continents and go missing in action from political offices to maintain affairs with their “soulmates” (see: Mark Sanford).

Yet, it isn’t the right of the wife or husband, the adulterer or the adulteress to take the life of any person involved in the situation because he or she isn’t happy and wants to alter the outcome with haste. Sanford’s wife had plenty of options, but Option “Finish Him” wasn’t one that computed. I wonder why?

Still, this purported form of life-taking vengeance takes place daily. This weekend, it was a well-respected athlete — with a marital flaw shared by many — who happened to be victimized.

Yes, he is a victim. Not the one at fault. Saying “he got what he deserved” or “maybe this will stop men from cheating” is almost like saying that if put in Kazemi’s position, you might make a Truman Capote novel out of your lover, too. See how insane that reads?

Be a better caretaker of your own words. Don’t allow them to justify Kazemi’s actions. Don’t blame McNair for his death. Instead, fault the Level 10 crazy person who was weak enough to take McNair’s life instead of being patient enough to fall back with grace and humility. Let this be the lesson learned from this tragedy: You can choose to walk away from negative situations.

If you need something to think about, focus your minds and hearts on McNair’s wife and four children. Unlike the Sanfords, they had their choice of family/fatherhood stripped away from them. But also lament Kazemi’s loved ones as well. They, too, are mourning a loss.

These are the unfortunate consequences of murder and suicide, not adultery. People are people, and we’re all going to die. But no one deserves death because he/she is an adulterer.




This letter originally appeared on the blog This May Concern You.

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What’s Serena’s Rear Got To Do With This?

“Super Genius” Jason WhitlockResident sports “Super Genius” Jason Whitlock made an attempt at “truth-tellin'” Monday by taking Serena Williams’ Wimbeldon win and using it as an excuse to rehash old mess about Williams being “overweight,” “a whiner,” “underachiever (!!!) and “like Paris Hilton (!!!!!!!!).”

He tries to save himself with the tired ol’ “You can call me unfair. You can even scream that I’m sexist …”

And all the people making excuses for Serena and rationalizing her failure to totally dominate women’s tennis are the very people uninterested in seeing women rise to a level of equality with men.

But we all know this is just code for “I’m about to say something so sexist that your head will pull a Linda Blair and pea soup will cover your monitors, but don’t bitch me out, ladies n’ gents! I’m just keepin’ it real … sexist!

Whitlock goes on to spend much of the column talking about Williams’ “pumpkin booty” versus a much more preferred “onion booty,” discounting her 11 grand slam wins even though they equal that of one of the greatest female players of all time, and basically calling her out as a loser despite her penchant for winning.

More after the jump.

He does this all under the guise that he’s just trying to say that Serena could be a better and more famous tennis player than she is. OK. Fine. You’re not the first or last to make this statement. But did you have to hinge that argument on paragraphs like these?

Think about it. At 5-foot-9, 145 pounds, Serena would be unstoppable on the court, on the cover of every magazine still in circulation and downloaded on the Internet three times more often than Anna Kournikova.

Instead, Serena is arguably pushing 175 pounds, content playing hard only in the major tournaments, happy to be photographed on dates with pro athletes and proud to serve as a role model for women with oversized back packs.

BBWs — Big Booty Women — do not write me angry e-mails. I’m only knocking Serena’s back pack because it’s preventing her from reaching her full potential as an athletic icon. I am not fundamentally opposed to junk in the trunk, although my preference is a stuffed onion over an oozing pumpkin.

(A stuffed onion is a booty so round and tight that it brings tears to your eyes).

One. Why the obsession with her ass? That ass just won Wimbeldon. That ass has endorsements. That ass is insanely wealthy and famous. That ass is the most feared ass in tennis. Yet it is the target of your argument? Her looks? If only Serena looked better? If only she were less muscular and thinner? If only she were … she were … she were shaped like Anna Kournikova? I mean, you AT LEAST could have compared her to another black woman or her sister. But the no talent, tennis hack Kournikova who NEVER won a major? Who’s best known for just being tall, blonde and hot? Priorities Whitlock. Do you want Serena to dominate tennis or dominate you in your bedroom? Get over her ass. Seriously.

Two. Get used to the ass because it ain’t going anywhere. And I could be wrong, but I think more than a few folks like it just the way it is.

But the biggest offense is that he compares her to sex tape famous, fake hair shilling, richie rich, priveleged princess, Paris Oh My Fucking God Hilton.

Right now I’d put on Serena on par with Paris Hilton. I know that’s harsh. Serena’s accomplishments are far more substantive than Hilton’s. But Paris Hilton doesn’t have one discernible skill (that I can publish in this column without earning it an R rating). Hilton’s monumental overachievement is her accomplishment of becoming a celebrity.

Yet, you compared them anyway. Bravo, super genius!

What kills me the most about this article is that it claims that any detractors simply don’t want women’s tennis to succeed. You see? I’m the sexist in Whitlock’s eyes because I accept Serena for who she is and respect the choices she has made as a person and as an athlete. Because I judge her by her skill and do not hold her to superficial beauty standards or bemoan a tall, athletic Amazonian being around 160lbs …. which is NORMAL for someone that frickin’ tall. She’s not a supermodel. She is not an actress. She is not part of the “professional pretty class.” Her job is tennis and she kicks ass. You can complain that she may not kick enough ass for a plethora of reasons, but the minute you make the argument more about the outside and less about the inside you have lost the argument with me.

Sadly, I doubt Whitlock wrote this because he is a “fan” of Serena’s as he claims to be. More likely he is playing the role of drama king, trying to drum up some page hits for his column by saying some uncouth bastardish shit. Well, I say, let him have them, or let him have at it, ladies and gentleman. After you’re finished debating this on my blog, feel free to wander over to Whitlock’s and give him the comments he so deserves.

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Football QB Steve McNair Found Shot to Death

As if there wasn’t already enough sadness to go around, former NFL quarterback Steve McNair was found dead Saturday, shot in the head. He and a 20-year-old woman along side him were killed inside his downtown condo.

More after the jump.

McNair, who led the famous Tennessee Titans’ drive that came a yard short of forcing overtime in the 2000 Super Bowl, was found dead on a sofa in the living room Saturday with multiple gunshot wounds, including one to the head. His friend, Sahel Kazemi, was very close to him on the floor, killed by a single gunshot. A pistol was discovered near her, but police said it took a while to find the firearm.

Authorities didn’t immediately say who was to blame for the killings, but they weren’t looking for any suspects.

McNair, 36, and Kazemi were together just two days earlier, when she was pulled over driving a 2007 Escalade registered to her and McNair. She was arrested on a DUI charges, and he was allowed to leave in a taxi.

McNair and Kazemi apparently knew each other from a restaurant the quarterback and his family frequented, but workers there wouldn’t talk about their relationship. Police also refused to release any details about their relationship, simply calling Kazemi a “friend.”

Autopsies were planned for Sunday.

Police spokesman Don Aaron said McNair’s wife, Mechelle, is “very distraught.”

“At this juncture, we do not believe she is involved,” he said. “Nothing has been ruled out, but as far as actively looking for a suspect tonight, the answer would be no.”

Fred McNair, Steve McNair’s oldest brother, said some family members likely will travel to Nashville on Monday to consult with Mechelle.

“It’s still kind of hard to believe,” Fred McNair said. “He was the greatest person in the world. He gave back to the community. He loved kids and he wanted to be a role model to kids.”

He said he did not know who Kazemi was.

McNair was the second African American quarterback in history to lead a team to the Super Bowl, but lost to the St. Louis Rams. He played most of his career in Tennessee, but played his last two years in the NFL with the Baltimore Ravens. He retired from the league in April 2008.


Serena Williams Wins It All

Compton’s Finest went head-to-head Saturday in the Wimbledon womens’ tennis final on a court where two sisters entered, but only one could win. This year it was Williams the younger, as Serena beat her sister in straight sets (7-6, 6-2), denying Venus the Wimbledon three-peat she desired. Secretly, I love Venus just a touch more than Serena because I, too, am an older sibling. But just as I was humbled the day Baby Snob was finally able to beat me at arm wrestling, I’m sure Venus, no matter how bad she wanted this, was able to appreciate her sister’s first Wimbledon win in six years. You make this snob proud, ladies!