Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
A Miss USA contestant says God was testing her character when she was asked her views on gay marriage, and will stand by her answer - that marriage is between a man and a woman - despite being called a "dumb bitch" by the judge who asked her the question.
Miss California, Carrie Prejean, was a favourite to win the crown but said she did not regret stating her views on same-sex marriage, which was deemed to have ruined her chances.
"I wouldn't have answered it differently," she told breakfast TV in the US.
"The way I answered may have been offensive. With that question specifically, it's not about being politically correct. For me it was being biblically correct."
Prejean, 21, was asked the question on Sunday night by celebrity blogger Perez Hilton, one of five judges, after earlier completing the swimsuit and evening gown modelling rounds.
Hilton, who is openly gay, asked: "Vermont recently became the fourth state to legalise same-sex marriage. Do you think every state should follow suit. Why or why not?"A storm of controversy was triggered after Hilton reacted furiously.
On a video blog, Hilton described it as "the worst answer in pageant history" and then added: "She lost not because she doesnt believe in gay marriage, she lost because she's a dumb bitch!".
He said had Prejean won, he would have stormed onto the stage and ripped off her tiara.
Prejean eventually lost on the night of the pageant, finishing runner-up to Miss North Carolina.
She said she knew instantly after answering the question that she would not win, "because I had spoken from my heart, from my beliefs and for my God".
Hilton said she lost "because it was a bad answer" and that Miss USA ought to be more diplomatic and "inclusive".source
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I observed an incredibly bizarre series of events during Wednesday night's Blue Jay - Ranger game. During the 11th inning with the game tied 7-7, the TV camera flashed to the the Texas bullpen. One of the relievers was shaking hands with the other pitchers in the bullpen as if he was introducing himself. The announcers indicated that it was Darren O'Day who had just been picked up by the Rangers on waivers from the Mets.
O'Day had been designated for assignment by the Mets and was at home in Florida when he was called early Wednesday afternoon to be told he had been claimed. He hopped on a plane to join his new team in Toronto. The original plan was to meet the team at the hotel after the game. Afterall he didn't arrive in Toronto until 9:45 pm and the game was in the 8th inning. But O'Day got a text message indicating that he should come to Rogers Stadium instead.
He was told to get dressed when he arrived at the club house. The game was now in the 10th inning. Because the Rangers were on the road they didn't have a jersey for him. But they did have several spare jerseys of Ranger minor league callups. So he put on the jersey of Kevin Gabbard.
So there he was introducing himself to the other guys when the bullpen coach picked up the phone and then you could see him point at O'Day to warm up. You could see the shock on his face. In the meantime C.J. Wilson had walked Wells who led off the bottom of the 11th. Snider sacraficed him to 2nd. Then Wilson was about to intentionally walk Rolen when the Ranger manager walked on the field to talk to his pitcher and buy some time as O'Day warmed up. After Rolen was put on 1st, out ran O'Day to take the mound just barely 20 minutes after arriving at the stadium.
You could see the Ranger fielders staring at O'Day. They knew it wasn't Gabbard on the mound. So who was this guy? They hadn't seen this guy in the clubhouse at the start of the game. The next batter, Kevin Millar, looked up and thought it was Gabbard on the mound warming up. Then you saw this puzzled look on his face because Gabbard is a lefty but the pitcher warming up was a right-handed side-arm pitcher.
Unfortunately for O'Day, he didn't get the job done because Millar drove a ball into the gap for a walk-off win. What a strange ending.
It came with a note that read, “This little turd was on the floor in my room.”
Teaching can be frustrating. Little kids running around, yelling, soiling themselves. So sometimes you’ve got to teach them a lesson. That lesson: When you crap yourself, shove the evidence into your bag and take it home with you.
Holland signs Johan Franzen to the same type of contract. His is worth $43 million over 11 years for a cap hit of $3.9 million. His last three years are worth just $4 million. So if he is bought out then he will earn on average $4.9 million per season and Holland saves the Wings $1 million per season of the cap.
But Holland wasn't the first. Last summer Vincent Lecavlier signed a lifetime deal with Tampa Bay for $85 million over 11 years. So the cap hit will be about $7.7 million. The contract is also frontend loaded with the last 3 years worth only $6.5 million. So when he is bought out he will earn on average $9.8 million which provides Tampa Bay with a savings of over $2 million on the cap.
Gary Bettman has expressed concern over this practice but there is nothing he can do. It is totally legal under the current collective agreement. My guess is that who ever signs Jay Bouwmeester will be offering a similar deal.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Despite what Montrealers think, they hockey fans have no class. There was an unmistakable echo of "Boo" filled the arena before Game Three of the Eastern Conference Quarterfinals in Montreal between the Canadiens and the Boston Bruins. It wasn't directed at the Bruins. They weren't booing the official. Not Bob Gainey either.
It was for the Star-Spangled Banner.
In an utterly disgraceful showing of classlessness and disrespect, Canadiens fans joined together to boo the American anthem. It's great to have passion for hockey but that display had nothing to do with hockey. But afterall this is Montreal. The Hab fans are most famous for rioting after Rocket Richard was suspended for attacking an linesman back in 1955.
Hey this blog has had its share of typos so I've got to be sympathetic on this one. Still it had to have been embarrassing for officials in Massachusetts to have to admit that some road signs pointing to Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg were spelt incorrectly. The typos, which are completely baffling considering how easy it is to spell Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, were revealed by a local newspaper, the Worcester Telegram & Gazette, which has been covering the misspelling scandal since 2003.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
First it was images of the Virgin Mary appearing in a piece of cheese toast and a pretzel. Now Jesus Christ himself has apparently turned up in a Kit Kat bar.
Dutch website NU.nl has published a picture of the Christlike confectionary submitted by a reader, saying it welcomed Jesus apparitions on Good Friday.
The reader reported: "I took a bite of a chocolate bar and then I saw a face in the bar."
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Probably not but enjoy it as long as it lasts. They are 10-4 and doing it with terrific hitting and Hail Mary starting pitching (Roy Halladay and a lot of prayer). It's working so far because:
- Ricky Romero is playing like a rookie of the year candidate.
- Halladay is off to another fantastic start.
- Aaron Hill has obviously recovered from his concussion and looks like an all star.
- Scott Downs is the best left handed set up reliever in baseball.
- Youngsters Adam Lind and Travis Snider look like they belong in the majors.
Next week’s Tribeca premiere of “Whatever Works,“ a film that unites Woody Allen and Larry David—two of the zaniest, brilliant and comedic Jews in showbiz—is bound to bemuse, delight and exasperate. The topic is love. The backdrop is New York. And the star is neurotic. Of course it’s Woody Allen—but better, with Larry David standing in as his alter ego.
For many, Woody Allen is as quintessential New York as the Chrysler Building. Many New Yorkers grew up with a vision of the city spun by Annie Hall and Manhattan and Hannah and Her Sisters, where the skyline always twinkles and romance lurks around every limestoned corner; where brainy, nervous men charm young and naïve beautiful women in grand prewar apartments lined with bookshelves; where there are country weekends with lobsters to chase and always—always—love to find and fail. And then there’s Larry David, another Brooklyn boy made good, co-creator and writer of Seinfeld, which defined New York all over again in the ’90s, with its exquisite, endless examinations and sweating of the small stuff—soup Nazis, being master of the domain, parking garages and puffy shirts. Since his 1999 HBO special Larry David: Curb Your Enthusiasm, and the still-airing series that followed, he’s made performance masterpieces of excruciating situations.