Mark Cuban, the NBA’s family-friendly, white collar bad boy (not pictured), was fined 25 large for badmouthing referees again, this time for these comments made via his Twitter account during the Mavericks-Nuggets game on Friday (as seen on MyPhillyNetwork).

how do they not call a tech on JR Smith for coming off the bench to taunt our player on the ground ?
11:25 PM Mar 27th from web

scary part of that play: Same crew chief from game in Denver where they missed call – last play of the game & 1st JRSmith/Wright issue.
11:35 PM Mar 27th from web

But then after tweeting about the fine, Cuban got in a spat with the megablog Fanhouse’s Twitter, run by Matt Watson. Cuban claimed that Watson had violated copyright law by citing his tweets in his account of the incident.

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If you enjoy gossip mongering nearly 90 years after the fact, then Harvey Frommer has the book for you.  In his Five O'Clock Lightning to be released in November, Frommer reveals the shocking news that Babe Ruth frequented whorehouses (gasp!):

During one bacchanalian bash, Frommer says, "Seizing the moment, savoring the time, perhaps a bit tipsy, the Babe climbed atop a piano and bellowed at the women, 'OK, girls, anyone who does not want to get [bleep]ed now can leave!'" When he traveled with the Yanks, one of Ruth's favorite brothels was the oddly named "House of the Good Shepherd" in St. Louis. "Babe exiting the whorehouse would always stop off next door at a bakery at about five in the morning and gulp down a dozen freshly baked donuts. He could never get his fill," Frommer relates. He says Ruth's favorite women were "mostly prostitutes, who in the 1910s and 1920s spoke of themselves as 'sporting girls.'

Hmm, 'sporting girls'?  I like that.  That makes me an athlete.  The "Curse of the Bambino" probably had a much different meaning in the red-light districts of AL cities in the '20s and '30s.  Too bad the miracle of penicillin was still a decade away, so most of these ladies had to pay for indulging the hedonistic appetites of the "Sultan of Social Disease".  Wouldn't it be great if we had a wonder drug now for a gentleman's ailment?  Seriously – how about it science?  The pain is making me pass out when I urinate. -KD