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Goodell Gobbles Pacman Gobbles Posey Gobbles Imus?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007, 11:49 PM EST
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It's happened.
Enough is finally enough.
We've had so many people who have flaunted the law, got picked up, disappointed their fans.
Last weekend, Miami Heat forward James Posey was slapped with a DUI near Miami Beach -- six hours before he was supposed to be at practice. This came right after Florida Panthers goalie Edward Belfour got picked up for a DUI on nearby Nikki Beach. The new and not very attractive South Florida pro sports trend seems to be "do stupid stuff, get arrested."
We tolerated this behavior from athletes in the good old days, with Paul Hornung and his gambling and Joe Namath and his drunken guarantees. Then, it was an aberration. Now, it's the unfortunate norm. So it's about time that society has turned around and stood up in protest.
This attitude of entitlement and being above the law, and the widespread negative perception of this attitude, has made it easier for Commissioner Roger Goodell to get the NFL Players Association to buy into his kicking butt without getting union support first. That's why Titan Adam "Pacman" Jones was suspended for a year, and that's why Bengal Chris Henry was suspended for 8 games on the same day, before the policy was announced.
A couple of years ago, Goodell wouldn't have been able to pull that off, because old school thinking dictated that you have to have a union policy first before you suspend people for violating it. Now, the general public and even avid fans are sick and tired of it. The NFLPA was forced to listen, and forced to empower the Commissioner with an authority his office should have had long ago.
Bad behavior is like everything else in life -- timing is everything. It didn't help Jones' and Henry's case -- and it likely will affect Posey's and Belfour's as well -- that radio superstar Don Imus chose this moment in airtime to call the Rutgers womens basketball players "nappy headed hos." Rightfully, the Imus story continues to be a major news event. He's already lost sponsors, and his MSNBC television feed, and he may be forced to resign his CBS post.
All of these incidents add up to a major sports and entertainment wildfire. The NFL has taken firm steps to douse it. It remains to be seen whether the NBA, the NHL, and CBS will follow suit. If they don't, it's clear that fans -- and sponsors -- are standing ready armed with very cold buckets of water.
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Ten Things They Don't Show You on Television During Masters Coverage
Sunday, April 8, 2007, 12:40 AM EST
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In 1991, I attended my first Masters at Augusta National. I went as a guest of Jack Nicklaus -- I was doing some sports management consulting work for his company at the time.
While I didn't see the Golden Bear win -- Ian Woosnam beat Jose Maria Olazabal by one stroke to take the green jacket that year -- the tournament's traditions amazed me then, and they've continued to do so through he ensuing years I've attended, up to this week.
A decade after I witnessed Tiger Woods win by shooting 30 on the back nine after a front nine 40, commercially speaking, things at Augusta National really haven't changed at all. Here's a look at ten aspects of the Masters that don't get a lot of television coverage -- and, like a stiff Augusta breeze, fly right in the face of current sports industry trends.
1. Practice round tickets with a face value of $35.00. While the practice round days are crazy crowded, as is Wednesday's Par 3 event, $35.00 will get you a two-time admission. Scalped, it's $1,500.00.
2. Four-day badges with a face value of $175.00. The waiting list for badges closed years ago, but thousands have held ducetsfor decades for the best bargain in sports. (Not on the list? No worries. A ticket broker can get you a badge. For $3,000.00. Per day.)
3. PCCC's instead of PSL's. The Masters' answer to Personal Seat Licenses and skyboxes are personally-owned canvas camp chairs (some dating back to the 1970s and 1980s), carried in by patrons early Thursday morning, planted in open seating areas set aside on every green...and if the patron chooses, left undisturbed until Sunday afternoon. Golf's equivalent of courtside seats, without a premium fee.
4. No segregation. With no corporate tents in which to hide, celebrities and other VIPs roam the course alongside everyone else.
5. No sponsors. Anywhere on the course. I continue to be surprised that the golfers aren't required to go logo free, bags swathed in masking tape. On Friday, I carried in an allowed bottle of Aquafina -- only to have a polite but persistent gate guard ask me to remove the water bottle's label.
6. Lunch, with beer, for under $5.00. Sandwiches are $1.50. The pricey breaded chicken ones and "Masters Clubs," which have no bacon, go for $2.50. Beer is $1.00, as are "snacks" including candy, chips, aspirin, and Tylenol, possibly the only brand name product in the joint. (When you're serving beer for a buck, it's probably necessary to regard pain relievers as a snack food.) A major change was made this year, when condiment carts were added in front of the orderly concession tents. In previous years, you ate your chicken sandwich dry, unless of course you were clever enough to bring your own mayo or Durkees.
7. No "quiet" signs. You'd think with $1.00 beer the place would get rowdy. Not Augusta. Polite applause rules, except for the occasional collective rebel birdie yells that reverberate through the pines. Hecklers need not apply.
8. No electronic signs. Leaderboards at every hole are updated the old-fashioned way -- by hand, providing hundreds of volunteer jobs throughout the four-day event. No standard-bearers lead the players, either, meaning patrons have to pay close attention to the golfers and to the game.
9. Exclusive swag. Augusta National officials could make a mint if they ever chose to sell Masters merchandise online. But they haven't, and won't, meaning that anything with an official Masters logo is only sold on the premises of 2604 Washington Road, Augusta, Georgia. They've left open only a tiny loophole -- at each of the course's three walk-in gates are small merchandise stands accessible even to those with no badges. Who says this bunch isn't democratic?
10. No piped-in bird songs. While CBS got in trouble for airing nonnative bird sounds, all the birds you hear while strolling the grounds of Augusta National are genuine. But that blue water in Rae's Creek? Nah. It's dyed. Even in this most uncommercial of sports cathedrals, some concessions have to be made to the television gods.
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Eulogy for Crazy Ray and Dolfan Denny -- the Draw of the Unofficial Mascot
Thursday, March 22, 2007, 06:08 AM EST
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The Jets have Fireman Ed. The Lakers have Jack Nicholson. In the end, though, Crazy Ray had the last word. The unofficial cheerleader, heart, and ten-gallon- hatted soul of the Dallas Cowboys died on Saturday, at 76, one day after pseudo Dolphins mascot "Dolfan Denny," who passed last Friday at 72. Neither one was paid (you just can't count the paltry $50 Joe Robbie offered Denny per game, which barely covered gas and parking, let alone sequins). Neither was a face painter. Yet both embodied, quite literally, the passion and spirit that most true fans carry mostly in their hearts and into the occasional laryngitis-invoking playoff game. They act out what, by and large, we feel. Quite often, these unofficial mascots -- who devote decades of their lives to their favorite teams -- receive more respect and support from a team's home fan base than do the official, animal-like figures roaming most sidelines. Or the cheerleaders, even the Dallas Cowboys variety. Long after those cheerleaders have reached middle age (like, 30) or gained a pound or two, long after the Native American characters have been struck down by the NCAA and the ACLU, these impassioned turbo fans cheer on. Take Wilford "Crazy Ray" Jones, who despite having a leg amputated in 1997 due to advanced diabetes and withstanding five heart bypasses and a stroke, continued to entertain fans with magic tricks and sideline antics while wearing his signature hat, chaps, and Texas-sized toy six shooter. Encouraged by Jerry Jones -- no relation, honest -- Crazy Ray was given a special parking space at Texas Stadium and granted all-access at home games. "He touched thousands of lives and generations of football fans," the-Jones-who-owns-the-team has stated on the Cowboy's Web site. "He will remain an important part of this team's heritage and family for as long as fans go to Cowboys games and feel his spirit." One man sideline sideshow Dolfan Denny, aka Denny Sym, cheered on the Miami Dolphins for 34 years. I've been a Dolphin season ticket holder since the 1960s, so I was witness to the show from the get go. When I was appointed head of the newly-created South Florida Sports Authority in 1979, our focus was not just a new stadium for the Dolphins, but an entire plan to bring other pro sports to the "Magic City," as Miami was known in those days. Denny wrote me a letter asking to be involved. In the Sports Authority's initial months, we put together a super committee of key sports leaders. Knowing that he was likely the most passionate and outspoken local sports fan I could find, I made Denny one of our first five committee appointees. I was a little concerned that he would wear his sparkly orange jumpsuit to a business meeting and start the proceedings off with a Dolphin cheer, but I needn't have worried. He took the role very seriously, and his enthusiasm was infectious in the hundreds of meetings we convened. Like Crazy Ray, Sym's health was in decline. While he may have missed the stray game or two, his kidney disease and cancer never canceled a season. "Constant heckling by belligerent fans" finally forced his retirement in 2000. Raiders games can't have helped, but "he never lost his love for football," wife Ingrid Sym said. As we get set for both the advanced rounds of March Madness and baseball's Opening Day in ballparks across America, two Spring bellweathers of extreme fandom, let us remember Ray and Denny. Cheer a little louder. Whistle a little shriller. Stomp until your foot hurts. Annoy your neighbors, scare the dog. Do whatever it takes to remind yourself, and everybody else who supports YOUR team, that while the players are out there working their tails off for the fans, its the fans, in turn, who need to shake their tailfeathers for the players.Tags:
Rick Horrow
Monday, February 26, 2007, 01:34 PM EST
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A Countdown of 10 Top Sports and Entertainment Business Issues 1) Ball-ywood: the merger of sports and entertainment. Dubbed "The Super Bowl for Women," the 79th Annual Academy Awards was watched by more than 40 million viewers (compared to approximately 90 million domestic viewers for Super Bowl XLI). Ads sold for over $1.7 million per 30-second spot (compared to $2.6 million for the Super Bowl) -- companies like General Motors, JCPenney, and MasterCard were big spenders. The "Academy Awards industry" (preparing for the event, including parties, hype, swag, and the pre-award shows) exceeds $700 million in economic impact -- compared to about $400 million for the Super Bowl. Clearly, the merger of sports and entertainment is on the rise. For example, there have been more than 2,000 sports movies made since the advent of motion pictures in the late 19th century -- and a new recently released book titled Sports Cinema: the Best of Hollywood's Athletic Heroes, Losers, Myths, and Misfits chronicles them all. The recent purchase of Johnny Rockets by Washington Redskins owner Daniel Synder for over $500 million is another example in this ongoing trend -- as is NASCAR's entry into the movie, IMAX, and entertainment business as well. Tags:
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