The way Kraft describes how this went down sounds like it was straight out of a mafia movie.
And the best part is that a White House official strongly urged Kraft not to attempt to get it back to improve their relationship between the two countries.
I don’t give a damn about a relationship between countries. If the Russians are willing to throw away anything you might have because of a Super Bowl right, then the relationship probably wasn’t that strong to begin with.
Bottom line. Kraft cheated for all his rings so if I was there I would have thanked Putin and the KGB for doing our country a great American service.
Then considering Kraft and New England’s rash violations as a football organization built on spying, I would’ve had him executed on site for perjury to the American football public.
This to me is another example of Kraft and his holier than thou franchise believing they’re above the system. I’m so sick of them power playing their way into the headlines with conjured up James Bond stories that are more hyperbole than they are substance.
Do me a favor next time and separate the politics from the foozball.
(sorry guys I just got off my meds).
Ironically enough, the name of the cartoon turkey Dwight Howard is voicing is called “Cold Turkey.”
Fitting since Howard has been flip-flopping on his desire on who to play with for the past two years and has had cold feet when it comes to committing to one.
Everything Dwight does is just a joke.
Instead of being a great player, he’s focused on being a turkey.
How about working on a post-game during the off-season for once?
On the positive, Amy Poehler does headline it, while Dwight comes in at 13th on the bill.
On the negative, the dude who made Jonah Hex is directing it.
That’s the definition of a bad job.
I get that you want your guy starting at third base during the All-Star game in your own city, but something tells me there are different ways to go about it.
This may be funny for you and I to read, but it’s downright embarrassing for the Mets, an organization that has already been deemed pathetic by most in the baseball world the past few years.
How did they even try to “sell” these older women on voting for Wright?
Did “Cougar Life” throw a a huge raffle for a chance to win a date with him as the “hottest cub?”
What a bad job.
Outside of 2008-09, Karl had a combined 11 playoff wins over 8 appearances in Denver and entered this year’s playoffs as heavy favorites over the Warriors until they lost in six.
Now he’s ripping the ownership?
In the end, the proof and story arc for his career can be summed up as a repetitive reel of this:
1994. SEATTLE 63-19. FIRST ROUND. DIKEMBE ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING.
Robert Pack forever.
This is the kind of nonsense that makes me hate ESPN.
Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen were hands down the greatest duo in NBA history. You’re talking about the greatest player ever and a teammate that was probably top 25-30 all-time.
If you want to say LeBron James is, or will be, greater than Pippen, that’s fine. But he doesn’t belong in the same discussion as MJ.
ESPN can pour out all the useless stats they want. The people that go by stats are the same people that don’t watch the games. I don’t need numbers to tell me who I clearly saw was greater.
It seemed like Jordan never even missed a shot when you watched him, and here we are in this year’s finals watching the Spurs literally dare James to shoot because they know he can’t.
And as for Scottie? The guy won 55 games with the same Bulls team minus Jordan in 1993-94 and took the Knicks to seven games.
You want stats? That duo was 6-for-6 in the NBA finals. That’s all you need to know when comparing these two.
HONORABLE MENTION GOOD JOB
I can only imagine the look on that homeless man’s face when he woke up and found a fresh $100 under his blanket.
I hope it was still there and didn’t blow away in the wind, or maybe even stolen by someone. Because if so, that would just be a bad job.
-mDOT & AB
On June 10th, West held a messy listening session for his new album, “Yeezus,” on the loading dock at Milk Studios, on West Fourteenth Street. He announced that his new business plan is to “make better music.” Because we’ve come to expect tortured logic from him, it took me a moment to remember that this is the goal of most performers. For a moment, though, it sounded radical.
West wore a gold chain tucked inside a gray T-shirt and sang along to every one of his lyrics. Sports and music luminaries were present, some of them more engaged than others. Jay-Z and Beyoncé stood against a wall; he faced the street while she danced, with increasing enthusiasm. The producers Timbaland and DJ Khaled listened closely, watching West and smiling. The music was played at such a high volume that West defeated the entire idea of a V.I.P. event. It was a rainy night, and anybody with an umbrella could simply stand across the street and hear the album—in fact, probably better than those of us inside, where the music was so loud that it didn’t always register as music.
Heard at normal levels, “Yeezus” becomes an illuminating counterpoint to “Random Access Memories,” the new album by the French duo Daft Punk. (They are friends of West’s, and worked on several of his new songs.) “Random Access Memories” is a celebration of music that Daft Punk loved as kids, a reconstruction of the pop landscape of the late seventies, when albums were often lush and used detail to soothe and entertain. “Yeezus” is also technically breathtaking, but it has the opposite effect: its many flashes are the sonic equivalent of interrogation lamps, not disco balls. “Yeezus” charges out of the gate, sometimes switching sounds and textures without bothering to maintain tempo, then jerking back into position and rattling forward. There’s very little fat. “Yeezus” is a fiercely edited, assaultive, and noisy work, concerned less with grandeur than with intensity. It doesn’t sound like anything else on the charts.
Some critics have already tried to link “Yeezus” to electronic dance music, or E.D.M., but that genre rarely moves in the brashly erratic manner of West’s album. Others, more precisely, have said that its sound echoes aggressive rock acts from the past, such as Nine Inch Nails. West, for his part, recently characterized himself as a “black New Wave artist.” He’s not exactly rejecting forms like hip-hop or E.D.M., but he is daring d.j.s to deal with songs that leap about, dynamically and rhythmically. - Sasha Frere-Jones, New Yorker