Last night, the New York Post broke the story about the sexual harassment case filed against the Knicks Eddy Curry by his former driver, David Kuchinsky. Well, they’ve updated the story to include this handsome photo of the chauffeur, and Eddy Curry has also been given the opportunity to respond to Kuchinsky’s claims.
Curry… said last night he was “shocked” at the allegations. “It’s false, and everyone who knows me knows I’m not a racist,” he said after the Knicks beat the Hornets in New Orleans. “I’ve never made a comment like that, playing, or nothing… That’s incredible, man.” [...]
Curry’s lawyer, Kelly Saindon, said Kuchinsky began making a series of claims for unpaid wages several months ago, upping the ante each time. Saindon said Curry took a chance on hiring Kuchinsky despite the driver’s criminal record, which includes a three-year prison sentence for a 1992 burglary in New Jersey. He also got three years’ probation in a 2004 resisting-arrest case in the Garden State, records show.
So wait a second. Kuchinsky’s a convicted felon with prison time, and he supposedly turned down the alleged advances of a large black man? I find that very hard to believe, if the axiom about black and going back is correct. Combine that with Curry’s established record of being docile and passive (on and off the court, and everywhere else but the buffet), and it looks like Mr. Kuchinsky may not be seeing much of Curry’s money. The money that Curry has earned with his years of rehabbing and going to practice and sometimes even dieting.
Whether or not the allegations are true, Knicks center Eddy Curry will henceforth be known as the guy who got sued by his former driver for gay sexual harassment. Allegedly, Curry did things like solicit chauffeur David Kuchinsky for gay sex, make Kuchinsky clean up his — for lack of a better word — cum rags, and demean him with a bevy of racist slurs. Ready for more? Here we go:
The stunning court papers claim Curry, a married father of three, repeatedly approached chauffeur David Kuchinsky “in the nude,” allegedly telling him, “Look at me, Dave, look” and “Come and touch it, Dave.”
Curry also made Kuchinsky perform “humiliating tasks outside the scope of his employment, such as cleaning up and removing dirty towels [Curry had ejaculated into] so that his wife would not see them,” the Manhattan federal court suit says.
Kuchinsky, who is straight and Jewish, also alleges racial discrimination, saying that Curry hurled slurs at him including “f—ing Jew,” “cracker,” “white slave,” “white devil” and “grandmaster of the KKK.”
And, just for good measure, Kuchinsky also claims Curry pointed a loaded gun at Kuchinsky on two different occasions to keep him from complaining. Curry denied all of these allegations, which is probably the right thing to do, even if that f—ing Jew cracker IS a white devil.
(submitted by tons of people, but Sports Crackle Pop was first)
The Knicks’ Eddy Curry is listed at 285 pounds, but bloggers-in-the-know claim his real weight is probably closer to 325, or what Shaq aspires to get down to one day.
But exactly how fat is Eddy Curry? Since the numbers seem to lie, let’s go with anecdotal evidence:
Poor Eddy Curry. He sat on the giant blue physio-ball during a break from Monday’s practice and the ball exploded. Eddy fell and scraped and his wrist but should be okay. The ball, which is used for stretching exercises, was pronounced dead at the scene.
Yes, poor Eddy Curry. Paid millions of dollars to stay in shape, when all he wants to do is eat. What a miserable existence!
For the record, I would pay sixty dollars to have video of this event. Twice as much if the rest of the team got around him and started making fat jokes. I’ve always been a fan of, “You went to the hospital for a blood transfusion, and they had to hold a gravy drive.”
Red Auerbach won 16 NBA titles — a record nine as a coach, and seven more as president of the Celtics. In a nutshell, he's one of the most legendary, influential, and respected figures the game of basketball has ever known.
And he thinks Manu Ginobili is a fucking bitch, too. High-five, Red.
[Bullets Forever via friggin' everywhere]
New York Knick Eddy Curry's home in southwest suburban Chicago was robbed early Saturday morning:
Curry, a 6-foot-11-inch center for the New York Knicks, was at his Burr Ridge mansion with three family members and an employee when the home invasion took place around 12:15 a.m. Saturday, Burr Ridge Police said in a statement. Three armed offenders wearing masks bound the 285-pound Curry and the other victims with duct tape and then fled with cash and jewelry.
Duct tape is useful stuff isn't it? You can use it for anything from patching a hole in your jeans to securing an unruly significant other to the bedpost. Anyway, Chicago police are interested in this case because it looks suspiciously like the recent robbery of Antoine Walker:
Belmont Area Cmdr. Tom Byrne, whose Chicago Police detectives are heading up the investigation into the Antoine Walker robbery, said they will compare cases with Burr Ridge police. "We're making really good progress on ours," Byrne said.
Byrne? That's an Irish name, isn't it? An Irish cop in Chicago is an oddity, and for one to rise to a position of such responsibility - that's unheard of. (Are you picking up the sarcasm in my keystrokes?) It's nice to see the CPD is making the good kind of progress, and who will they be in contact with at the Burr Ridge PD?
"We are interested in that case," Burr Ridge Deputy Police Chief John Madden said . . .
So this is what the NFL word-smith does in the off season. Wouldn't it be great if John Madden really was an officer of the law? Or maybe if he played a sheriff in a remake of The Andy Griffith Show? Pat Summerall could be Barney Fife (or Otis) , and Brett Favre could be Opie. And Mayberry was nuked in the pilot episode? Hilarious. -KD
Longtime Celtics coach and GM Red Auerbach died at the age of 89 yesterday, which has led us to lovely retrospectives on his life such as this ESPN.com piece. You can go there for sentiment; it's Monday morning, and I don't really feel like being nice about anything, especially when it comes down to a coach for a team I don't particularly care about.
Does that make me a bad person? Fine, fine. I'll be nice:
A nation weeps as we look back on Red Auerbach, whose life was tragically cut short by natural causes. It's times like these where we have to try not to question God's will, and merely accept that He takes some of us before our time. May the light of his life outshine the shadow of this dark day, or something like that.
Aw, man. Even when I try to be nice it comes out sarcastic. I swear that wasn't intentional.
