Keith Olbermann on Ray Rice

If you have to beat up a woman to get ahead in life, don’t waste my time.

It’s a shame the NFL didn’t come down harder on Ray Rice recently. As Keith Olbermann pointed out recently on his ESPN show, you can be a NFL player and get punishment more severely for smoking pot recreationally in a state where it is permissible than what Ray Rice got for his domestic incident this off-season.

The NFL basically told all of its female fans to go take a flying leap. Yeah, that’s good business…I say sarcastically.

I heard some sports commentators on the televised sports talk shows also got into trouble, but I never pay attention to those shows to begin with. They make politically based talk shows look tame by comparison.

A shame the NFL is doing this, and for what? So one of their star players gets back to his season quicker? Not right.

Putin The Madman

God bless the crew, passengers, and families onboard MH-17 on July 17, 2014. An accident that should not have happened, and the world should be outraged over it.
God bless the crew, passengers, and families onboard MH-17 on July 17, 2014. An accident that should not have happened, and the world should be outraged over it.

It’s high time everyone took Vladimir Putin seriously. He is a madman, as evidenced by the senseless attack on a passenger jet last Thursday. While he himself didn’t pull the trigger or give the order on that SAM missile that hit the plane, it is clear that someone in his aid did. It really doesn’t matter if it occurred in Russia or the Ukraine, or whether the act was carried out by a Russian citizen or a Ukrainian citizen sympathetic to the Russians.

The Russians have blood on their hands. Plain and simple.

Nothing happened back in 1983 when that Korean jet went down at the hands of a Soviet jet fighter. I was in seventh grade at Largo Middle School when that happened, and I remember Ronald Reagan calling it what it was: an act of barbarism. You can almost transpose that speech from 1983 into the events of 2014.

I certainly hope the events of the past week don’t lead to a third World War, but stranger things have happened in our society. The world is watching Mr. Putin, and if he tests the mettle of the rest of the world a few more times, we could get to that point.

Flashback Friday: “My Weakness” by Moby

To me, this is one of those songs I kept hearing at the turn of the century that would still be a mystery to me without the modern day devices like Shazam on the IPhone.

The TV show “The X-Files” has used it a few times, and it’s also used in the climatic sequence of the movie “Any Given Sunday” where Willie Beamen scores a game winning touchdown in a playoff game.

Beautiful song, great way to get into the weekend. Have a good one!

A Grand Farewell

There are some days I have very little to talk about. There are also days where the words just flow out of me, and today is one of those days, I’m happy to say.

I read this story on Facebook about a black lab named Duke. He was dying of a form of bone cancer known as osteosarcoma. The disease took one of Duke’s front paws, and was yanking his ribs apart. So, like many parents and owners of pets, the family made the tough decision to put down Duke and have him euthanized.

With what appeared to be a minimal amount of sadness, Duke got a grand sendoff and had a great final day as a living being captured on the Huffington Post. I dare you to read that and not lose it. I double dare you.

It resonated with me in so many ways, and I don’t even own a pet! Maybe it s an understanding that we often fail to treat the people that go through our life with the respect they often deserve, and the guilt we feel about that. I have my share of guilt, as I’m sure all of you do. We get possessed and obsessed over little things that we often forget the big things.

To Duke and his owners: I thank you for making me remember what’s important. We all need that kick in the ass sometimes.

The Perpetual Cold


I’ve had a cold now for over a month. Some days it’s barely there, other days it’s very much there. Haven’t figured out how to get rid of it, either.

Needless to say, I’m getting tired of it.

I’ve tried sleeping with more clothes on. I usually just wear shorts and underwear to bed in the summertime. That didn’t work.

It is either my trusty fan or the air conditioner system I lay down underneath. My fan doubles as a buffer for neighborhood noise, making sure I don’t hear the hustle and bustle of the day. It works about 90% of the time in doing that, and I clean it once a week, as I do the computer I type this on once every 10 days, on the 10th, 20th, and 30th of each month.

I’m also trying raising the air conditioner temperature up a degree or two on top of that. If I still have it, you’ll probably be reading about it in the near future. I know I’m doing something wrong, it’s just a matter of turning that “wrong” into a right.

German Renaissance

Congratulations to Germany on winning the World Cup yesterday after defeating Argentina 1-0.

As for the United States, they can say they played the world champs and only lost to them 1-0 back in the group stages. They again made the round of 16 before Belgium KO’d them 2-1 in extra time.

Germany deserved the Jules Rimet Trophy after shattering Brazil’s hopes in a 7-1 trashing in the semifinals in a rout that will be remembered for years to come. The finale with the Argentines was a very physical game. In fact, I remarked on Twitter that I’ve seen NFL games less physical than that game, and the soccer players don’t have benefit of pads and helmets!

I hope MLS paid attention to the interest in this country and in Canada to the “Beautiful Game” played on the grandest stage. I’d love to see them go to a double round robin without East and West Divisions like the European leagues do, and expand to around 50 teams. Maybe merge with some other minor leagues and give the biggest markets teams in a three-division system, again like the Euro leagues do. The best teams each year in the lower divisions move up and play with the bigger teams, while the teams that perform the worst get sent down to the lower tiers so that they can rebuild.

Until Russia in 2018, go Team USA!

Pauly The Ice Cream Man


I was reading last week about how a man selling ice cream in Charlotte, North Carolina was beaten by teenagers trying to prove their toughness to themselves. Pretty damn low to beat the hell out of somebody just doing their job.

It also reminded me that I was once an ice cream man back in Atlanta in 1996. I signed up for the job, rode with a guy that day, and had second thoughts about it. Even with gas being a dollar a gallon back then, I really didn’t see how someone could make money doing this. When a few other ventures fell through, I figured I’d try my luck at it once more, running the route I was shown the day I trained. No takers at all! Maybe somebody was trying to teach me a lesson that I should have stuck with things the first time.

I got the message rather quick. I took the van back to its garage just west of downtown Atlanta a couple of hours later, and never returned to it again. Some things in life you just can’t do half-ass, and that was my mistake.