Five Years Gone
Friday, February 29, 2008
Now get this! Saturday (March 1) night at 9p Pacific/10 Mountain--KCET/L.A.--Cynthia Fox and me do the co-host thing for "The Clash Live: Revolution Rock." She'll have great stories about her meeting years ago with the late, great Joe Strummer, and me? I'll have, uh, the usual urbane personality and great face for radio. Just watch and phone in some dough, ok? Thanks.
Friday, February 15, 2008
10 Things I Learned About The Dope Opera Hearing
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1) Clemens took the load off his fanny and put the weight on McNamee, Pettitte, Knoblauch, The Mitchell Report, his agent/lawyer, Dr. Taylor, Bud Selig, Major League Baseball, the MLB Players Association, his wife, his mother, his nanny, your wife, your mother, your nanny, The Band, Oliver Stone and whatever a vegan is.
2) Roger the dodger blamed everyone but himself for everything--except, of course, for "being too trusting....and too nice to everyone." Rog, hop off the cross--you're wasting good wood.
3) McNamee's no savior, either--an unctuous drug dealer who was looking out for his "friends" (aka clientele)--but he WAS cooler, calmer and more credible than a man who'd performed before millions for decades. How? (see #4)
4) The truth tends to relax people when they speak it.
5) Rog the dodge never took HGH but it was ok for his wife to grow a third ear from it.
6) Some republicans despise Henry Waxman so intensely that they'll side with a bloody-buttocked, ex-titan of baseball who was clearly perjuring himself....but did win those bitchin' 7 Cy Young Awards.
7) He did the committee a favor by contacting his long-lost nanny after years, had both himself and Team Clemens talk about those good ol' days of yore by the Canseco pool and then...uh....um....oh yeah--put her in touch with the committee three days later.
8) The Dodge seems to be a summa cume laude grad of the Pete Rose School of Denial and Hubris--a mail-order school?--where he majored in all-American fronts.
9) When asked by the Rep. Sycophant from Missouri which uniform he'd wear into the Hall of Fame--or as it stands now, which one he WOULD have worn--no one shouted out "San Quentin!"
10) Mark McGwire may have a new playpal in his Irvine gated-from-reality community.
1) Clemens took the load off his fanny and put the weight on McNamee, Pettitte, Knoblauch, The Mitchell Report, his agent/lawyer, Dr. Taylor, Bud Selig, Major League Baseball, the MLB Players Association, his wife, his mother, his nanny, your wife, your mother, your nanny, The Band, Oliver Stone and whatever a vegan is.
2) Roger the dodger blamed everyone but himself for everything--except, of course, for "being too trusting....and too nice to everyone." Rog, hop off the cross--you're wasting good wood.
3) McNamee's no savior, either--an unctuous drug dealer who was looking out for his "friends" (aka clientele)--but he WAS cooler, calmer and more credible than a man who'd performed before millions for decades. How? (see #4)
4) The truth tends to relax people when they speak it.
5) Rog the dodge never took HGH but it was ok for his wife to grow a third ear from it.
6) Some republicans despise Henry Waxman so intensely that they'll side with a bloody-buttocked, ex-titan of baseball who was clearly perjuring himself....but did win those bitchin' 7 Cy Young Awards.
7) He did the committee a favor by contacting his long-lost nanny after years, had both himself and Team Clemens talk about those good ol' days of yore by the Canseco pool and then...uh....um....oh yeah--put her in touch with the committee three days later.
8) The Dodge seems to be a summa cume laude grad of the Pete Rose School of Denial and Hubris--a mail-order school?--where he majored in all-American fronts.
9) When asked by the Rep. Sycophant from Missouri which uniform he'd wear into the Hall of Fame--or as it stands now, which one he WOULD have worn--no one shouted out "San Quentin!"
10) Mark McGwire may have a new playpal in his Irvine gated-from-reality community.
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