What would village idiots do without villages?
It is still a comedic episode that gets little attention at the confluence of esports and their unyielding dedication to merging with the lowest forms of rap, as if one no longer exists without the other.
And so, in October 2019, the University of Kansas apologized for inviting pornographer Snoop Dogg, the often-arrested, and often-arrested, pornographic photographer, to an accepted invitation by Roger Goodell to “entertain” the Super Bowl — the most recent In a selection of Goodell’s Greatest Gutter Halftime Hits – to kick off the school basketball season.
At a rally in KU for the men’s and women’s teams, Mr. Doug, as if necessary for the purpose of the night, performed stock trades: slick music and crotch-to-crotch skits, including pole dancing that the club borrowed, also appeared and performed — as the NFL called — By Jennifer Lopez at Super Bowl LIV in February 2020, except for the Mr. Dogg’s KU which included a cash shower.
Then KU had to pretend to be sad and surprised that Mr. Doug did what he did. Athletic Director Jeff Long expressed his dismay at what anyone with partial proof would expect:
“We apologize to anyone who was offended by Snoop Dogg’s performance. … We made it clear to our entertainment directors that we expected a clean version of the show and took additional steps to communicate with our fans, including moving the artist into the final chapter of the evening, to ensure we didn’t miss any basketball activities if Nobody wants to stay on show.
“I take full responsibility for not scrutinizing every detail of the performance and offering my personal apologies to those who were offended. We strive to create a family atmosphere in Kansas and have not been able to do so this evening.”
From the movie Who Knew? Snoop Dogg’s offerings do not include clean versions.
In 2017, the NHL, which appeals to the weak and allergy sufferers, performed Mr. Dogg at the All-Star Celebrations. Naturally, he made a show full of vulgarity. The NHL, as the NHL does, pretended it didn’t happen. NBCSN has apologized for the NHL’s lack of appreciation.
So, last week, there was an apology from the ESPN Manning Brothers for inviting them and indulging in the constant buzz of profanity that was casually leaked from guest star Marshawn Lynch during their “alternative” show “Monday Night Football.”
Obviously, Lynch wasn’t interested in his appearance on National Live TV. He was true to his classless persona – the one who brought him fame, acclaim, honor, and emulation for grabbing his crotch as he scored the touchdown.
Didn’t ESPN warn them about Lynch? Stupid question. ESPN selectively coveted such attention. Manning had no idea? Grown-up men, they could have stopped Lynch with his first rudeness, but they didn’t. They waited until Lynch was finished and gone.
So we are again touched by the question: “Where are we going?” “Why are we going there?” and “What is the positive side?” Why should we always head down, even as our sports and their TV networks continue to campaign to demand that we treat each other with greater respect and dignity, especially with regard to race?
Lynch is the NFL version of Snoop Dogg, harnessing public anti-social behavior into a successful business. (See: Snoop Dogg’s commercial endorsement deals, now including endless Corona beer ads.)
His career in crotch-grabbing—the NFL Store sold a framed picture set that included one of him in the act—which included misdemeanor suits after a DUI arrest and another for illegal handgun possession, was soon followed by starring roles in Subway sandwich ads and an appointment by the NFLPA as “First-ever Principal Brand Ambassador”.
Gee, I wonder who finished second to Lynch in the NFLPA selection?
In 2020, first graders at Princeton invited Lynch to be the speaker in the classroom, citing his “continuing professional excellence” to achieve “our goal…inviting a speaker who embodies the different experiences we shared as a community during Princeton’s tenure; someone whose professional and personal interests speak of The university’s interests are service-focused and intellectually rigorous.”
Yes, all Princeton graduates should aspire to the standard that Marshawn Lynch has set so high, confirmed by the first class invitation as a social activist and role model.
COVID-19 has put an end to this coveted and nauseating hoax. But this is all a hoax, and more to come.
Does commish enjoy NBA’s 3-for-all?
I wanted to sit next to NBA Commissioner Adam Silver on Wednesday when the Grizzlies played the Trail Blazers, with a 116-96 win for the home team.
This way we could have watched together while the losers tried 50 – that’s right, 50 – 3 throws. That way, I could ask Silver if he enjoys such a game, believes the clients got their money’s worth, and feels that the NBA sacrificed real, competitive basketball – once an integral team sport – to get ahead, bombs away, stunt over need?
And I would ask how much he feels the NBA can sustain such a product.
Ninety-six rounds of Memphis, 50 of which are 3 seconds. what’s new?
Quote of the Week: After Pittsburgh’s victory over Clemson on October 23, ESPN’s Molly McGrath asked QB Kenny Pickett one of the reporter’s marginal questions: “What does this win mean for Pete’s?”
“It will mean nothing,” he replied, “unless we deal with work in the next two weeks.”
Reader Richard T. Monahan: “I must love John Smoltz. Only he can give you a complete analysis of the foul ball.”
Channel 4 last week showed a co-worker wearing a T-shirt that read “Guerilla Fitness.” ESPN and The New York Times, in this case, did not join his expulsion as a racist, as they did with ESPN tennis analyst Doug Adler.
I’m with LeBron James. I wasn’t excited about the last episode of “Squid Game” either. But the brash racist activist and children’s movie star couldn’t make this point public without giving an F? Why would such a public figure choose to be so overtly vulgar?
PETA wants to rename “Bullpen” because it is an insult to bulls? Fine. First, how about renaming the chicken coop to something more, say, socialist and egalitarian, like “chicken co-op”?
Plain had a bold sense of humor
Please indulge in a personal tribute:
Comedian and satirist Mort Sahl passed away last week at the age of 94. In my early teenage years, I was drawn to Plain as funny and fair political satire. He chased after everyone with winks and pointed smiles more than sinister. He knew there was enough blame to go around. still.
A few years ago, I made sure to attend one of his last solo shows in Manhattan. Even in the fade it was funny. Then, I fulfilled my wish to meet him, and visit him after the show.
Sahl once referred to Werner von Braun, one of Adolf Hitler’s “secret weapon” men, who changed the course of World War II for the Nazis in late 1944 with his indiscriminately deadly, forced-made terrorist rockets. Most of them targeted England, killing thousands of civilians.
At the end of the war, von Braun was stolen to the United States where he became a pioneer in the field of rocket manufacturing for NASA.
Sahel noted that Von Braun’s self-serving and bogus biopic was titled “I’m Aiming for the Stars,” and then added its subtitle, “But Sometimes I Hit London.”
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