"Not all wine gets better with age -- some turns to vinegar. And there's always some idiot who'll drink both of them."
Monday, November 12, 2007
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Mich. man get probation in pickle-assault - USATODAY.com
Mich. man get probation in pickle-assault - USATODAY.com
According to police reports, the pickle problems began when Bobby Lee Bolen of Buchanan was hanging out at his then-friend Jody Lee's home in Buchanan on Aug. 20.
Bolen went to the refrigerator and helped himself to some pickles. According to the report, Lee told Bolen he couldn't afford to feed everyone and not to eat his pickles. Bolen then began yelling and swearing and stormed out, according to the report.
Later, Bolen barged back into the house and got into an argument with Lee. Lee told police Bolen slammed him down on the couch and threw two large pickles at him and said, "Here's your damn pickles."
Bolen also shoved former friend J.W. Romanski III and beat Lee with a telephone when he tried to call 911, according to the report. Two counts involving Bolen's assaults were dismissed as was a charge of cutting or interfering with phone lines.
"If this is not the silliest case I've ever seen in this courtroom, it certainly is in the Top 10," Berrien Trial Court Judge Scott Schofield said. "The fact that it's silly doesn't mean that it's not serious."
Defense attorney Robert Lutz said alcohol appeared to be at the root of Bolen's problems.
Bolen's sentence included 54 days in jail with credit for 54 days served and one year of probation.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Corey Brewer: The good life
When he was young, his middle-school teacher telephoned his mother at work one day and asked her to fetch her son because he clearly wasn't feeling well.
Glenda Brewer asked what was wrong.
He's not smiling.
"All his life, if I go through his pictures, every one I've seen has got that smile," his mother said. "He was a happy child. There was a reason he smiled. I'm going to tell you why he smiled. See, I've found, we have love. We love each other. You've got to love each other."
"(Taurean) Green's truly in a unique situation in Portland, one lined with a bright yet ambiguous future. Drafted 52nd overall in the NBA Draft, Pritchard signed him to a two-year contract making Green a restricted free agent by his third year in the league. That kind of deal is almost unheard of for a second round selection, but the reasoning is astute. Portland didn't want to pass up the chance to draft Green and they also didn't want to leave him unprotected in the future either.
Six years ago, McMillan learned this lesson the hard way.
He lost Earl Watson while coaching the Seattle SuperSonics after the second round pick (39th overall in 2001) played well his first year in the league then - Jerry West (Memphis Grizzlies GM at the time) came along and "stole him."
"Gave him like a dollar more than we could offer him," McMillan remembers.
Yet, the reality is Green's future in Portland is really in his own hands regardless of the guaranteed contract. The only thing he can control is how he plays when given the opportunity and McMillan will certainly provide him the chance to show he's capable. Hopefully it will be enough to convince management he's worth holding onto."
Sunday, October 28, 2007
The Story of 0 - washingtonpost.com
"I was emotionally destroyed after not getting drafted" in the first round, Arenas says. "It wasn't just the money and the fact that I had started spending like crazy. There were other things going on no one knew about."
Sometime before he was drafted, Arenas says, he learned his then-girlfriend had been intimate with two other players already in the NBA.
"So she's sleeping with them two; I just got drafted; I'm trying to make a basketball team; I just bought this Escalade; and I don't have any money," Arenas says. "I don't have a guaranteed contract. My life is just going downhill.
"I decided right then: The only way I'm going to repay her is to become big. Cheating on her is not going to do anything. So I dedicated myself to becoming better. Half of that pain was in the gym every day."
Arenas held off from ending the relationship until the day he made the Warriors team and signed his first contract, a two-year, no-cut deal for the league-minimum salary of $375,000. He says he had rehearsed his final conversation with his girlfriend for months. "I was playing the whole scenario out. I finally called her up: 'I totally forgot to tell you two weeks ago that we're not together and I'm moving to California, so buh-bye.'"
Friday, October 26, 2007
ESPN Page 2 - The Sports Guy: The mailbag and the picks
SPORTS GAL'S RANT
Last week, I was getting coffee with my friend Robyn and the barista was kind enough to point out maybe I shouldn't drink coffee because I'm pregnant. I thanked him for his concern and told him that I start my day with coffee and finish it with a glass of red. Then I told him to consider wiping down his counters since the risk of me getting a virus from them would be far worse for my unborn child than a cup of Joe in the morning. He shut right up. As you can tell, I have a short fuse after nine months of carrying a living being; biting my tongue just isn't in the cards anymore. So I wanted to send out some apologies for my behavior over the past few days.Sorry to the guy who thought it was OK to stand in my potential parking spot so his family could get the prime spot in front of Pinkberry -- I wasn't really going to run you over. Sorry to the lady who thought it would be cool to talk on her cell while swerving into my lane, cutting me off and then driving 10 mph under the speed limit while I tailgated her and slammed my horn. Sorry to the guy who cuts our lawn -- I'm still not sure why you thought it was OK to move our Halloween props and ruin them, but I'm sorry just the same and you're not really fired. Sorry to the guy in front of me at Ralph's who had 20 items in the 10 item express lane. Sorry to the lady who thought it would be a "good idea" to balance her checkbook at the Citibank ATM. And sorry to the guy in the Astroburger drive-thru line who changed his order six times.
Sorry to the woman at the doctor's office who coughed 20 times without covering her mouth, then asked to borrow my magazine -- you don't know why I'm sorry, but I am. Sorry to Bill for erasing the NBA games from 20 years ago that hogged our valuable Tivo space, then pretending it was an accident. Sorry to the female driver who accused me of not planning to pick up my dog poop when I was already holding the poop bag in my hand and figuring out how to bend over when I'm pregnant, and sorry for threatening to throw the poop at her car when that's probably against the law. Sorry to my daughter for everything you've witnessed lately. And sorry for everyone who has to read this lame rant. Just don't complain to Bill about it if you know what's best for you.
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