Yankees TV analyst David Cone employs an interesting choice of words when discussing the intricacies of big-league pitching. New Stadium Insider caught video of David Cone’s thoughts on pitcher Joba Chamberlin, who apparently was prompted by catcher Jorge Posada to not “jerk it off.” Pitchers usually aren’t much for modesty, but this could bring a whole new meaning to “control issues.”
This is an encore jerkoff mention for Cone, who made a similar comment (although seemingly with a completely different intended meaning) last month when the Yankers were in Kansas City. I had no idea the phrase was so versatile. That video is after the jump.
TNT sideline announcer Craig Sager wore a particularly heinous suit this weekend — I mean, even for him – and Kevin Garnett rightly instructed him to burn the entire thing.
One thing about this clip stuck out to me, and it’s when KG says even Sager’s lime green thong needs to go. And that reminded me of Sager’s epic Hugh-Hefner-meets-clown-from-It interview with DC Sports Bog this past summer. That’s the one where he talked about loving Bud Light, blonds, Hooters restaurants, and — yes — wearing matching thongs. My point is, Sager probably did burn that suit later that night. Along with the hooker he strangled.
Former WNBA star Stacey Dales left her job as a sideline reporter and analyst for ESPN because the Worldwide Leader apparently refused to fly her first class. Oh no they dih-in’t, you go girl, etc.
In negotiating a new three-year contract in December, Dales said she reached an impasse with the network over a travel provision that she did not specify. However, an ESPN source confirmed an Internet report that Dales was unhappy with flying coach while many of her colleagues were flying first class.
“At some point, you have to take a stand at whatever you are doing in life,” Dales said. “That’s not sounding like a feminist. That’s not sounding like a spoiled, rotten kid. That’s making a business decision that affects the quality of your life. That was an important thing for me.”
She then pressed the call button repeatedly and added, “Hello? What’s it take to get another glass of champagne over here?!?!”
I thought this was all done and settled weeks or months ago, but apparently this is today’s news: Playboy has once again named ESPN’s Erin Pageviews as the nation’s Sexiest Sportscaster. Female sportscaster, that is. I don’t think any of us could say no to John Madden in a bikini.
I’d like to take this opportunity to repeat my usual two cents on Andrews: yes, she is attractive. She’s also one of the very few sideline reporters who’s actually good at her job. And it’s kind of unfair to focus on someone’s striking good looks when the real attention should be paid to how amazing they are at their job. Erin and I have a lot in common that way. She should really call me. Or at least lift the restraining order.
NBA Hall of Famer Clyde Drexler provides color commentary for Rockets games, and he is outstanding at it. Just as he and play-by-play man Bill Worrell were discussing Andres Nocioni’s inability to cover Yao Ming, Yao made another easy bucket over Nocioni, prompting this exchange:
Drexler: “That’s like clubbing baby seals. There’s nothing Nocioni can do.”
Worrell: “Oh wow. Give me a better picture than that.”
If you listen carefully, you can actually hear Worrell’s asshole clench up. Don’t be such a little bitch, Bill. Like you’re Mr. Perfectly 100% Politically Correct or something. It’s like that old saying, “Let he who has never clubbed a baby seal… club the first baby seal.”
[Clutch Fans via Awful Announcing]
David Letterman sent Biff Henderson to be a Late Night correspondent at the Super Bowl. There’s some good stuff here, especially the appearances by Jesse Jacksonand Marv Albert — although nothing is quite as satisfying as Biff swearing at a Steelers fan who interrupts an interview.
I’m not sure if anyone ever really got the right answer to what John Madden smells like in the morning, though. I always figured it was cash, sweat, and bacon grease. With an oaky finish of brain damage.
