The dingbats have been stirred.
Forbes Magazine - caters to people with money and other non-Republicans - has its "most hated man in sports" survey out, and Mike Vick is on top again.
It fits. We've seen him tell Atlanta fans he's No. 1 before.
The poster children for birth control who blatantly defended Vick for one lone reason will again be awakened, and those lips will moving at a furious 39 words a minute as they read about it.
They won't see that No. 2, No. 3 and co-No. 4 are different and didn't kill anything: Al Davis, Ben Roethlisberger and Jerry Jones.
Davis has killed brain cells, Ben has assaulted his reputation, and Jones has committed battery on integrity, as has his co-No. 4, Tiger Woods.
Davis? He's too much of a buffoon to hate, and can we really must up that venom for the senile?
Roethlisberger is creepy and arrogant and should take a few knees in "the area" this season, no question. Then again, anything resembling sexual assault is worth a legal punch in the face.
Jones is almost too cartoonish to hate. Now, yes, as an non-plastic-surgeryed American outside of the Metroplex, I do hate the Cowboys (and the NFL's Yankees and Notre Dame, arrogant folks with a sense of entitlement because they have money).
It's not surprising that Vick is still atop the list. Killing a domesticated animal - ohhhhh, here come the pinheads - hits too close to home to people who aren't evil, respect life in general and have a sense of humanity and remote intelligence. Yes, that's a small number.
I kinda hate ESPN for hammering us with the aforementioned, at least Vick and Benny, as well as other meatheads like TO, etc. I like ESPN for giving us ESPNU, News and Classic so we can escape the redundancy and just bad anchoring.
On the other hand, we really don't need polls like this. The level of hate and anger and ignorance and narrow-minded embarrassingly grows daily, and it's not for the better.
For many, yes, such news is just a conversation piece. But many bad things began with just a conversation.
LOUGHDMOUTHINGS
The John Isner-Nicolas Mahut match that took up much of the week was a head-turner. Celebrity marriages were shorter than this thing.
But Hannah Storm brutalized the broadcast, sounding like Kathie Lee trying to be Kelly Ripa, offering all the insight of a Junior League meeting.
"Epic" was Storm's word of the week, and apparently she decided to use it one time per game played, unfortunately crammed all into the final set, including one three-times-in-20-seconds stretch.
Storm had little help, with Patrick McEnroe and Brad Gilbert throwing in cheesy high-school-TV or local-news-TV banter, and it was as if each was trying to one-down the other one with ridiculous analogies on how long the match was taking.
Throw in some scintillating crowd shots of people, well, just sitting there doing nothing and it was another ESPN broadcast: distractingly bad.
Thank God the action overshadowed it. Barely. ...
Apparently Glenn Beck did a show on the seventh game of the NBA Finals. Heard a number of people again yakking that the NBA playoffs are fixed.
Riiight.
Health care reform must include easier-to-obtain paranoia medication. ...
From Lawrence Taylor's lawyer: ""Obviously it's not a pleasant day for Lawrence and his family, but LT's had to overcome many obstacles in the past and is hopeful he'll be able to overcome this one as well."
Dude, LT's biggest obstacle is LT. ...
It's really hard for a coach to lose the press conference when hired - does anybody remember it happening? - but one can get a feeling at such events.
And Mercer's women's basketball team just might could win the A-Sun tournament with first-year coach Susie Gardner. The team is has plenty of experience, perhaps its most notable recruiting class in decades and a coach who’s been to 13 NCAA tournaments.
Mikey's no mathematician, but that adds up to serious possibilities. ...
Ron Artest has been a loonybird for awhile, and that he didn't screw up the Lakers in the Finals is almost a miracle. The fact that he thanked his shrink in most places would be cause for worry or laughter and lead to him going directly to the trade block.
This, however, is L.A. ...
Does Fredi Gonzalez still have his house in Atlanta? It'll save him so much money if he does. Certainly he was smart enough to hold on to it, knowing that the clock was ticking on Bobby Cox - has been for about seven years - and that getting fired in the NL East isn't so bad.
The Marlins were 6.5 games behind the Braves when the ax fell.
Let's remember. The NL East is more about who doesn't lose it rather than who wins it. Nobody's exactly consistent in the division. ...
That Isner lost quickly a day after his week-long match is no surprise, and no shame. No matter what, we'll always have "70-68." ...
And speaking of bad TV, nope, not really watching soccer, in large part because of the friggin' bees. That, and because too many people who don't care about soccer suddenly are scolding me for not watching it, which is absurd.
I'm not barking at Brazilians for not watching the College World Series. One cares about what one cares about.
Plus, listening to the incessant whining about refs - good GOD, people, learn a rule and go out on a field/court/track and give it a go and tell me how easy it is and how perfect you are - is exhausting as well.
Some of us do aspire to the level of perfection clearly achieved - yet so well-hidden - by billions, but unfortunately we fail. ...
Only 15 more days of those damn bees in Tie-apalooza in South Africa. Wondering: How come people blowing 'em for so long don't get light-headed and faint, thus making the damn event more watchable? Just a thought. And a wish. ...
Dwight Perry of the Seattle Times left a mark with this note:
"Former USC star Reggie Bush denied any wrongdoing but said he'll do whatever he can after the Trojans got tossed into the NCAA hoosegow.
"O.J. Simpson, profoundly touched, immediately applied for work-release just so he can help Reggie find the real program-killers."
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