IT’S ALL HAPPENING!

Starting Five

The NFL would probably find a way to outlaw this play based on the principle that “it creates unfettered joy.”

1. Trust Fall

Watch this video of a fake punt that occurred in the second quarter of Miami’s 41-20 win over Arkansas State last Saturday. This took place in the second quarter, the Red Wolves trailing 20-7. As you can plainly see, it’s 4th-and-5 from the Hurricane 40.

The ball is snapped back to the punter, Luke Ferguson (unseen), and your eyes attempt to follow the ball, which leaves the screen. And so the first time you watch the video you may miss the Arkansas State player who folds his arms across his chest and performs a trust fall.

A few observations:

1). I cannot tell his number, though it seems to be a single digit. I don’t know who he is (Update: Medium Happy intern Jacob Anstey believes the player is Charleston Girley, who is now our second-favorite Girley Man in college football) {Updated Update: Apparently, the player in question was Booker “I Don’t Even Read Her” Mays}

2) If the Miami defense was paying attention, they’d notice that he was technically an interior lineman. You can only have four men in the backfield, and the Red Wolves already have four –the punter, the two up-backs, and the man in motion. That’s why the player is lined up on the line of scrimmage and is hence an ineligible receiver since only the last player on either side of the center who lines up on the line is an eligible receiver. So the Miami linebacker, Thurston Armbrister, should not even be covering him. Work on that, Al Golden.

3. People are calling this “the worst fake punt ever.” I hope I never think like they do. I love the imagination that went into this. Clearly, the trust-fall dude is meant as a distraction. It’s how magicians pull tricks or how crimes get pulled off by con men: Get the victim’s eyes and thoughts on something away from the primary action. I LOVE the offensive coordinator/coach (Walt Bell?) who devised this play.

4) reason people are criticizing the play, I think, is two-fold: 1) It’s different and 2) It didn’t work. But I think the reason it didn’t work –and I cannot wait to hear what Arkansas State coach Blake Anderson says– is that the punter was supposed to throw to the player in motion who went on the wheel route, but the punter geeked out, panicked, and just tossed it to the wrong side of the field. That’s my theory. We’ll find out later.

5) Finally, behind all the lovable goofiness of the play (at least for me), we have what should be a targeting penalty and an automatic ejection. Watch how Armbrister goes head-hunting on the player. I believe this is the reason the targeting rule was created, and the fact that it has been misapplied almost universally since is no reason NOT to employ it here. I hope the ACC looks at this play and punishes Armbrister. This wasn’t a football play; this was all about taking someone out.

2. “AD, DA. DA, AD”

I don’t think this is why God invented trees

Yes, I just went “Uma, Oprah” on all of this.

So, sorry, but here’s my hard-line thought: Adrian Peterson and “parenting” don’t belong in the same sentence, because a parent is someone who wakes up in the same home as his children. And while I understand that we live in a modern world of divorces and single parents and second marriages, a terrific parent does everything he or she can do to remain in the same town as his children. And it’s not as if finances are a problem in AD’s case.

He apparently has five to seven children by four women. I’m not sure on the details. I’m not sure if he is sure on the details. Let’s be honest here: Adrian Peterson is a man who do what he do because he is more interested in satisfying his carnal desires. And because there are laws and stuff, he must pay child support. Otherwise, good luck with that, ladies.

If you are going to become a parent–and I am not–then your kids become your priority. Because it’s your job not to send awful adults out into society. You must do everything possible to prevent this, and that means love and time and structure and, yes, discipline. I know a lot of parents, both married and divorced. I don’t know a single negligent mom; I do know some dads who are doing C+ jobs at best.

It all goes back to the Wisdom of Rust Cohle: “The kids are the only things that matter, Maggie. They’re the only reason for this whole man-woman drama.”

When it’s all said and done, I’m not so bothered by the fact that AD beat his child as I am that he is not actually being a father to them day in and day out. He’s taking almost zero responsibility for the lives that he has created. That’s what’s despicable.

3. Adulthood: It’s Always Been Dead

Scott’s essay did not reference a single African-American in pop culture, though I think we can agree this guy had some adulthood issues.

So maybe because it was written by a culture maven and because it appeared in the New York Times, and perhaps because it references Huck Finn and some artsy-fartsy intellectual literary critics, lots of people have been praising this A.O. Scott essay on the “Death of Adulthood.”

However, Scott undercuts his own argument by referencing men such as Ben Franklin (and what about Henry the VIIIth? Or even Hamlet? Caligula?). Men have been refusing to grow up for centuries, if not millennia.

Coach Taylor: Now there was a a MAN

You can cite shows such as Mad Men, The Sopranos and Breaking Bad and say that men are refusing to be adults (though I’d argue Walter White, in particular, was inspired to perform his deeds, at least at first, because he wanted to better support his wife and son). And wasn’t the entire previous half season of Mad Men about Don Draper’s realization of his role as dad, which all began the season before with his Hershey’s pitch epiphany? Either way, I can throw Friday Night Lights right back in his face. Did he forget that show? Or was it just conveniently omitted because it didn’t fit his narrative.

Finally, how do you write 4,000 words taking down male maturity in modern pop culture and never once reference Entourage?

4. A Nack For Writing

Most writers are less engaging in person. Bill Nack does not at all fit that scouting report.

Today on SI.com, my favorite SI writer of them all, at least in terms of pathos-laden prose, William “Bill” Nack gets some play. And if you have the time, read his bonus piece (that’s what we called them;  now the kids refer to it as “long form”) on Bob Kalsu, an NFL player who died while on active duty in Vietnam (his is the only name of a U.S. professional athlete on the Vietnam wall.

The interview with Ted Keith, whose father, Larry was a terrific writerand then an editor (and quite the engaging personality) at the magazine for decades, is illuminating. One moment that is not included, and it’s one of the many reasons I’ll always love Bill (besides the fact he can pronounce the final paragraph of The Great Gatsby in both English and Spanish and will happily do so on command), is a meeting that took place with all the writers before the Christmas party in 2000. AOL had just acquired Time-Warner and hence, SI, and some publishing boob was brought in to tell us how this brave new world was going to work for all of us.

And Bill just raised his hand and politely asked, “So how many of us are going to be laid off?”

 5. She’s Dowd-y

This should be the cover of next month’s Southern Living

So allow me to pile on and, as others have done, note that Ann Dowd is not only the actress who plays the leader of the Guilty Remnant in The Leftovers, but was also the sad sack girlfriend of the Yellow King whom we first meet in the season finale of True Detective. Since she’s been killed off in the former, perhaps HBO will bring her back as the replacement for Peter Gregory on Silicon Valley. Or she can become Selina Meyers’ new BFF on Veep.

 

 

IT’S ALL HAPPENING!

Starting Five

I would not tell this man how to vote

1. Thistle Never Do

Scotland, when the sun is shining, may be my favorite place on the globe. Really. I mean, just look at this shot of the Isle of Skye (even the name is magical):

But there’s this part of Scotland, too:

So, yes, when it comes to Thursday’s independence vote, we can trot out the usual tropes: William Wallace, Nessie, Trainspotting, “Head! Move! NOW!”, The Last King of Scotland, Scotch, Non-Paul haggis, etc.

I don’t know the answer. I do believe, though, that a better symbol for a Scottish independence movement than a unicorn would be a hooligan named Begbie.

No, this is not Begbie. This is his saner mate, Renton

“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a bleepin’ big television. Choose washing machines…choose independence?”

Scotland will trade independence in exchange for someone ridding them of Roose Bolton and Mance Rayder

One final thing. If you’ve ever watched the opening of Game of Thrones (one of the best TV themes ever written, by the way), or paged through the inside cover of one of George R.R. Martin’s books, it doesn’t take a lot of imagination to picture Westeros as Great Britain, and hence you can picture The Wall as either Hadrian’s Wall or the border between England and Scotland. Either way, this makes the Scots the Wildlings. Sure, Mr. Martin is a proud native of Bayonne, N.J., but still I believe he may have been making a point.

And of course our favorite Brit, John Oliver, had some thoughts.

2. NO (tre Dame)

“Also receiving votes…”

So here’s Drew Sharp, Detroit Free Press columnist and AP voter, explaining how come he did not find a spot for the 3-0 Fighting Irish in his AP ballot this week:

The Irish were a 28-point favorite against Purdue on Saturday but struggled before adding a little distance in the fourth quarter…”

First, peruse Mr. Sharp’s ballot. You will notice that Georgia, Stanford and USC, all teams that have been favored in the past two weeks “but struggled” before, well, losing, are still on it. As is Florida, a team that was favored at home versus unranked Kentucky “but struggled” before winning in three overtimes.

I’ll admit, this makes me angry. But not for the reason you may think. Notre Dame is too high in this week’s poll (No. 9) and I honestly have no problem with anyone ranking them anywhere in the Top 25. Put ’em at No. 24. Fine.

The reason this rankles me so much is that I think of having spent a full year waiting tables when I was between jobs in sports writing, and yet this clown probably earns six figures while either trolling for the sake of the attention or going far out of his way to show prejudice against one program.

Mr. Sharp, the point spread should not inform your ballot. The game should. But if you do apply such a cynical guideline, then apply it evenly.

Also, maybe Mr. Sharp was appealing to his Wolverine fan base with this vote (and while Michigan isn’t in his Top 25, either, the difference is that even every Ann Arborian knows they don’t belong, so it’s not as if he went out on a limb with that exclusion), I don’t know.

The funny part? I actually like Sharp’s top ten.

I used to think Rob Parker was the stupidest sports writer person from Detroit. It pains me to think that he has competition.

And if you are wondering who in the AP poll voted Notre Dame next lowest, yes, it was Scott Wolf, who has the Irish at 17.

Oh, and yes, I realize the AP poll has no actual effect on which four teams make the playoff. So I’m getting all lathered up over an anachronism.

This week’s Medium Happy Eight:

I was a little discomfited on Saturday night listening to a pair of ESPN announcers dissect ‘trill’ (“true + real” in rap vernacular) and Bun B.

1) Texas A&M 2) Oregon 3) Oklahoma 4) Florida State 5) Alabama 6) Auburn 7) LSU 8) Baylor

Meanwhile, Georgia has first-and-goal from the four and the best running back in college football and Mark Richt opts to be cute. Give Vince Dooley credit: he was always smart enough to hand the ball to Herschel at the goal line when the season was on the line. Georgia, disappointing us for 34 straight years.

I still like Gurley Man as my Grange favorite, and plays like this are why.

3. New York, New York (New York)

Kazantsev has already been drafted by the Medium Happy Flip Cup team

For the third consecutive year, Miss New York wins Miss America (which is the Maryann to the Miss USA’s Ginger). Kira Kazantsev, a first-generation American whose parents are from Russia and who actually grew up in Walnut Creek, Calif., before attending Hofstra (“on the Island”) won thanks in part to her fandom of “Pitch Perfect.”

(Kazantsev shrewdly entered as a New York, wisely avoiding the Group of Death that is California. An Alabama native used the same ploy two years ago with similar success).

Kazantsev performed “Cups” to the tune “Happy,” thus aping Beca’s audition for the Bellas. Honestly, I’d have preferred to see her singing “Titanium” in the shower (with Brittany Snow, of course…”That’s my jam”), but that’s just me. Or at least for Kira to walk onstage and say, “I didn’t know we had to prepare that song…”

4. Outlier

Gladwell ran a 3:55 1500, equivalent to about a 4:14 mile, back in college.

Author Malcolm Gladwell, age 51, runs a 4:54 in the Fifth Avenue Mile on Saturday in New York. As one clever fellow noted on Twitter, he probably spent 10,000 hours running to achieve this goal. Seriously, this is an incredible feat of feets. To break five minutes at any age as a non-professional runner is prit-tte, prit-tee good.

5. “And I Would Also Like All the Amputees to Put Their Hands in the Air Like They Just Don’t Care…”

He also said he won’t perform again unless RGIII starts next week for the Redskins

You’ve heard about or read about this by now. Kanye West, no stranger to making an ass of himself due to his Guinness World Record-sized ego, attempts to bully two concertgoers in Sydney into standing up. Except that they are physically unable to do so.

Huge throng of people, a command to rise, but where one man could make it happen, another cannot. This is the difference between Jesus and Yeezus.

Reserves

Terrific interview by Richard Deitsch (not to be confused with another former colleague of mine at SI named Richard Deutsch, though how can you blame anyone?) with Fox Sports’ Charissa Thompson. Great reveal: She once married a guy because he saw that she was about to dump him so he went all in.

My favorite quote from the piece: “Yes, there are a lot of blondes here, but all the blondes are different.” (Speaking of which, Happy Birthday to former FOX Sports blonde Mary Strong-Sullivan, who is now a successful yoga entrepeneur in both Manhattan Beach and North Berkeley, Calif. Visit The Green Yogi and get your shakra on.)

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Former Baltimore Ray-ven Ray Lewis pulls the “If God is for us, who can be against?” card on NFL Countdown yesterday. My answer: the two dudes in Atlanta who were murdered. Nobody on TV uses more words to say less than Lewis. He’s a medicine show masquerading as an NFL analyst.

*****

Really, Urban Outfitters, really?

Do you mind if I wait until you package this with the Sharon Tate maternity wear.

******

Is this what you were talking about, Katie Nolan? Because I think Hannah Storm nailed it.

IT’S ALL HAPPENING!

Starting Five

Will he serve time?

1.  Culpa Cabana

The accused, Oscar Pistorius, 27, is found guilty of culpable homicide, which means that he may receive anywhere between zero jail time and 15 years for killing his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp, on Valentine’s Day.

The judge, Thokozile Matilda Masipa, stated in her decison that Pistorious “has some African in him,” although to be fair, she was reading that decision. She also agreed to let Pistorius remain free on bail until the sentencing hearing begins on October 13. Pistorius has been out on bail during almost all of the trial.

As I’ve said before, I’ve always just wanted to ask Oscar, “Even if we believe you, do you not think that some amount of punishment for such reckless behavior is warranted? How much time would you give you?”

I think we all know the answer to that question, though.

2. That’s So Raven


Super major kudos to Deadspin for paying attention yesterday. Well, it certainly sounds as if someone got to Bill Polian between Appearance No. 1 and Appearance No. 2. “And another thing I’d like to say about ‘The Decision’…”

Meanwhile, Keith Olbermann, to his credit, will not abate his attacks on the credibility of the NFL and Roger Goodell. Watch how he goes for the Gene Rayburn mic prop at 4:25 of this video.

3. Manne-Kin*

Yes, but is the fruit real?

As much as I hate-watched The Leftovers all summer, I did love the reveal on the season finale. Turns out the Guilty Remnant had one of the better Punk’d ideas of all time, re-creating all of the vanished from their town as mannequins and placing them where they’d been at the time of The Departure (sadly, Kevin Garvey’s motel paramour-or-less is not shown, which keeps this episode from receiving an A-plus).

Still, you knew something big was coming, and this lived up to expectations. Also, though I’m still not sure if Chris Zylka is a decent actor, he is really, really handsome (and as far as I can tell now has joint custody, along with his non-biological father’s girlfriend, of an Asian-African American baby. HBO’s got your Modern Family for you, ABC). And as for Holy Wayne, why did he stab himself to death in a men’s room in Mapleton? We’ll just have to wait and see next season, I guess.

*We have a winner…

4. “Not in the Face!”

Commissioner Goodell has suspended the ball indefinitely

Major League Baseball goes all Men in Blazers as Giancarlo Stanton, the leading candidate for National League MVP honors –unless you’re voting for Clayton Kershaw– is struck in the cheek by a Mike Fiers pitch last night in Milwaukee. Stanton was also called for a strike on the play when he was struck, in case you’re looking for today’s literal example of “adding insult to injury.”

Stanton, who leads the N.L. in both home runs (37) and RBI (105), suffered facial fractures and is done for the season.

Chase Heady — “That’s Headley!”— of the Yankees was struck in the chin by a pitch as well.

5. Tell It To Her Heart

So, yesterday Katie goes all “Me and Tig Natarro should be besties if there’s any justice in the world” and I’m feeling left out because I’ve never heard of Tig Natarro. So I did a little research. She IS very funny (oh, and minor thing, but it’s Tig Notaro). Anyway, I found this terrific monologue about Tig’s multiple run-ins with late 80’s/early 90’s pop diva Taylor Dayne. Worth your time. And here’s some solid stand-up from her.

(Next week, we’ll add some Steve Coogan movie scenes…)

Reserves

Stretch Hummers. A boy named Track. Shirtless, drunken brawling. Truly, THIS is Sarah Palin’s Alaska.

Over on TNT, Team Coco devises some other terrific restaurant promos inspired by Olive Garden’s “Never Ending Pasta Pass.”

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Bill Clinton: “It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is.”

Barack Obama: “ISIS is a terrorist organization.”

Remote Patrol

Bill Maher Doubleheader

HBO 9 & 10 p.m.

Maher has been on vacation since early August, or in other words, since before Ferguson, before the ISIS beheadings, before Ray Rice. He’ll air back-to-back live shows from Washington, D.C., tonight. There won’t be a dearth of available subject matter.

 

I’m Not Sure What’s Happening

Ahh, subs. Gotta love ’em, right?

If history has taught us anything, the answer to that is a resounding “NO”.

Is there anything worse than having front row seats to the big game, only  to find the star player benched with a torn meniscus? Or tickets to the hottest show in town, and that sad slip of paper flutters out of  your program, explaining that an understudy is filling in because the diva has polyps on her vocal chords?

Well, sure, there are lots of worse things. Ebola, for instance. But it’s Thursday, and I’m here and John isn’t, so here is your

JV Five

Wait wait wait wait wait…I know what you’re  probably thinking: “Hey! This isn’t porn! What’s wrong with my computer?”

Or perhaps you’re thinking “WHY, why is she here today?? I purposely skipped reading MH yesterday because they said she would be here on Wednesdays.”

And you were told that, you were…but you see, kids, to you, ‘Wednesday’ means the third day of the work week; the day your secretary wears her red skirt;  the night that Modern Family is on.  Maybe you’re even one of those miscreants who insists on calling it ‘hump’ day.

To me, ‘Wednesday’ is more of an idea; a dayish kind of time in the middle of the week.  It’s like how my daughter’s school tells me to pick her up at 3:15. To me, that means sometime after my nap but before my cocktail. And you know what? It always works out. Let’s just say I don’t believe in splitting hairs.

Moving on…

1. The Black List on Netflix

Netflix paid NBC 2 million dollars an episode for this show. I tried to watch it last night and gave it up after about 15 minutes to watch Muriel’s Wedding for the tenth time instead.

We wish we were watching Muriel’s Wedding, too. And we also wish John would come back.

It’s probably good. People seem to think so. It just seemed like one of those fast-paced, crime-type shows, where he’s all “I’m super smart and evil kind of like Hannibal Lecter” and she’s all “He doesn’t even know me yet he knows me so well, like a father figure which makes my attraction to him all the more confusing” types of shows,  and I couldn’t get into it. Plus her wig was very distracting.

2. Bad Rice Spoils the Whole Soup

No, not a metaphor about that punch-happy football player,  I’m talking about actual rice.

My mother, who is the best,  is under the weather. So yesterday I went to my folks’ house and made her some soup, of the healing, nourishing, chickeny variety.  Put the chicken in the pot, added onions and garlic and sent my dad to the store to get carrots and peppers and what have you, and as I’m standing at the counter, chopping and scooping and stirring, my mom, who is supposed to be convalescing in the big recliner,  comes shuffling up behind me and starts dumping something into the pot.

“Mom! What is that? What are you doing? Sit down,” I say.

“Oh, it’s just some black rice. Your father and I got it at Trader Joe’s. I’ve never had it before. I thought we could try it instead of noodles,” she says, and shuffles back to sit down in her chair.

You know you’ve been a mother for a long time when even illness can’t keep you from messing with the soup. Or maybe she knows I’m JV in more ways than one.

The soup has now turned the color of sewage. The good news is, it smells awful. Like if feet had a baby with very strong cheese and mud.

I scoop out the chicken to remove the bones, and the meat is a terrible dark gray color. It looks about as appetizing as zombie flesh.

Mmmmm…whose hungry?

My dad comes in, peeks into the pot over his glasses and announces, “I’m not eating that.”

“It’s good,”  I say. I guess I thought I could fool him by saying that.

“Are you staying for dinner?” He asks me.

“No,” I say. No way. 

My mother is giggling wildly to herself. Some things are just worth it, I get that. And oftentimes a good laugh makes you feel better than a bowl of soup.

I wouldn’t eat me, either

3. Margret Cho’s blog about Joan Rivers’ funeral

Touchingly heartfelt, hilarious and  extremely crude. And the crude part, she was just quoting Howard Stern anyway. I think Joan would’ve approved. I say that like I knew her. Which I didn’t.

Speaking of funny ladies, I am very happy to tell you that the fantastic Tig Natarro is coming to my town, and I am going. She is someone who I actually fantasize about being friends with in real life.  I wish she’d return my calls.

I love you too, Katie!

4. The Trip to Italy, part 2

I saw it.

I loved it. It was as terrific as the first one, possibly funnier  and like the first, had its moments of depth and thoughtfulness and subtext. That’s right, I said subtext. Do you want to punch me yet?

Also, this one is bright and tight and bursting with color and scenery, whereas the first one looked like maybe it was shot on someone’s phone.  And Steve Coogan’s hair is nice and short–compare:

Hi! I’m a goofy looking comedian!

Oh wait, actually I’m a movie star.

And lastly, my friends, I round out my back-up five with

Going Incognito

A few minutes ago, my household was thrown into a panic when I accidentally hit the ‘back’ button and everything I wrote here disappeared. Laundry baskets were kicked, blue words were expressed, a chocolate cream pie was sent airborne (that was immediately regretted and then said pie was eaten off the wall).

But all was well when I realized everything had been saved by the miracle gnomes of WordPress. My God, what a time we live in. But I also apparently bumped another button on my computer and was informed I had gone ‘incognito’.

What?? How fabulously mysterious. I don’t know what it means, but I really like the sound of it.

Seriously you guys, I just read that researchers have decided if your baby gets crabby when you leave the room, it means it’s going to have unhappy relationships as an adult. Whaaaaaaat?

Come on. How can they possibly know this? The only way to possibly know if this extremely alarming prediction is true would be to follow the crabby baby in question his or her entire life, watching and butting into his or he relationships, which would certainly give those relationships a higher chance of being terrible.

Change me or I’ll get divorced!

Woman on date: “Hey, uh, who is that dude in a lab coat whose been following us and listening in on us all night? It’s kind of freaking me out.”

Man she is on date with: “UGH is he here again?? GAAAAH! That BLEEEEEEP BLEEEEEPITY BLEEEEP has been following me my whole BLEEEEEEEEEP life! Where is he? I’ll kill him! Kill him I say!” 

He flips the table over, sending spaghetti bolognese and wine everywhere and starts ripping the restaurant apart as the researcher in the lab coat makes his way out the back. Meanwhile, his date dials Uber.

Until next time,

Katie

 

 

 

 

It’s All Happening!

Starting Five

1. It’s a Shame About Ray

Where to begin? How about here: Just after CBS promoted Norah O’Donnell’s “exclusive” interview with NFL Commish Roger Goodell this morning, it ran a countdown clock until the kickoff to its Thursday night football game…because there’s nothing else going on in your life until then.

Oh, Sports Illustrated, which boasts the highest-paid sports writer in the country, completely whiffs on the Ray Rice story because that writer, Peter King, took the word of a third party earlier this summer and assumed the tip as fact…without even bothering to fact-check it with the prime source. And if any of us fact-checkers had done that when I was there, the celebrated Peter Carry (Mr. Pearlman presented one side of the story; there’s certainly others, myself included, who rolled their eyes at that hagiography) would have ripped us a new one. Or had us writing “Faces in the Crowd the next three years.

…and also what it exposes about our reportage

Kudos to Peter King for owning up to his error but this is an egregious mistake for someone whose entire franchise, and it is a franchise, is built on his reportage of the NFL. As he himself said, “I didn’t do my job the right way (i.e., I did my job the wrong way)…I let you down.” Of course, that did not prevent SI from figuratively smashing Janay Rice in the face a second time by putting a screen grab of the elevator incident on its cover this week.

And by the way, all of us failed here. Me, too. Not just PK and SI. Any of us in the media who never reached out directly to the NFL or the Revel Casino and at least asked to see the tape, who never phoned the Atlantic County prosecutor’s office and asked for an explanation. All of us failed. 

——O’Donnell’s interview of Goodell was mostly solid, but she missed a terrific opportunity to pounce. At one point she asked The Commish, “What changed?…Did you really need to see a video of Ray Rice punching her in the face to make this decision (i.e., upping the suspension from two games to “indefinite”)?” Excellent question.

Goodell responds, “No, we certainly didn’t…”

This is where Mike Wallace would have gone Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on The Commish. Because, YES, they certainly did. The events bear that out. O’Donnell should have told him that his actions and his words are incongruent. She missed a golden opportunity for a KO (yes, I’m deliberately being insensitive here).

—-I don’t know Katie Nolan. People may infer from my Twitter comments that I do not like Katie Nolan. Not true. I just don’t like many of the arguments that she makes, and I do believe that a lot of observers simply buy them because she’s the cool girl who can hang out with the guys but all the guys also (not so) secretly have a major crush on her. Which, of course, is not her fault.

But let’s examine this essay, which, by the way, has been roundly hailed by the likes of Deadspin and SB Nation. She begins with, “How do I reconcile my values and beliefs with my love for a sport that has an ongoing issue with domestic violence?”

Oh, there’s a hand up in the second row. Yes, Mr. Walters? “How about you don’t reconcile them? How about you take the side of your values and beliefs and leave it at that? It’s impossible to serve two masters blahbity blah blah when one compels you to abandon those things yada yada which you profess to espouse.”

So, it can end there. But, that may not be enough for you or Nolan (it should be, though; most of the time, the simplest answer is the best).

Next, Nolan mentions the idea of a boycott, dismissing it out of hand because 1) It’s unrealistic to think that the majority would go along with it (Did you hear that, Messsrs. Adams, Jefferson, Hancock, etc.? Let’s not try it because, right or not, it may not work) and 2) “it would remove the critical thinkers from the conversation.” Except that boycotting is SPEAKING. As loudly as possible. Against a tyrannical power who isn’t taking your arguments very seriously in the first place, don’t you know. Like, the Boston Tea Party probably accomplished more in terms of getting King George’s attention than another town/Fanueil Hall, no?

My problem with her argument here is that, based on this logic, there is never a good reason to boycott anything. Unless she can specify it to why a boycott versus the NFL in particular is a bad idea, it’s a hollow argument.

And by the way, you don’t as an individual boycott the NFL (or any company) necessarily because you think it will work. You boycott it as your personal message to them and anyone who may know you that you do not accept the status quo. Perhaps others will see what you are doing and, as well, find the courage of their convictions. A boycott is the LOUDEST possible statement an individual can make. “You didn’t just lose me, Mr. President. You lost my vote.”

And maybe I’d buy Miss Nolan’s argument just a little if she did not confess in the next part that she had an opportunity to question Roger Goodell at a Fox function, but passed because she did not think it was appropriate at the time. Well, suggesting a boycott on a website that is owned by very powerful men who have a billion dollar contract with the NFL is probably also inappropriate, so whether or not you actually believe your own anti-boycott argument, I’m taking it with a grain of salt for the same reason you chose not to question The Commish: probably not a wise career move to advocate a boycott on a Fox-owned site.

Moving on, Nolan takes a shot at ESPN’s Chris Berman when she could just as easily have taken a shot at, say, Terry Bradshaw. Again, that wouldn’t have been politically astute, now would it? Katie’s just one of us –she’s a pro at looking into the camera and making you feel as if it’s just you and she against the world — but she certainly knows who’s buttering her bread. So, yeah, let’s knock Boomer over on the other network and hope no one notices that I don’t have the balls to notice the cracks in my own house.

Finally, she basically pleads for a better job from her bosses. But it all comes down to this: Is there really anyone who doesn’t know that hitting a woman is a shameful act? And even if you put ten Katie Nolans on NFL pregame shows, won’t the producer then go directly to a stadium shot taken from waist level of a bouncin’-and-behavin’ cheerleader…who will in ten years or so marry Joe Buck and become a “credible “reporter for the NFL Network ( but that’s an entirely different story ), which is itself an ironic phrase?

(And, by the way, there actually are former NFL cheerleaders who have become credible reporters)

I think your NFL audience understands that striking a woman is a heinous act. It’s the men in the NFL locker rooms –not all, but a disturbing amount– who just don’t care. Because they’re young and they’re wealthy and they’re big and strong and nobody but nobody, and certainly not some man or woman on an NFL studio show, dictates to them how they will behave.

“All aboard for Fred Smoot’s Sex Boat!”

But you know what will get their attention? Loss of income. And you, as a fan, have no greater power in this respect than your wallet. And your wallet alone won’t mean much, but it’s a beginning.

I was talking to an ex-NFL player just two days ago about another ex-NFL player. He said that this guy used to walk into clubs wearing nothing but a fur coat and jeans and say to women, “Are we going to have sex tonight? No? Then get outta my face.”

That’s your NFL problem right there. Deal with that. Joe Nacho Cheese doesn’t need more females in the media to edjumicate him about how to treat a woman. And, understand, I’m all for more females having a larger television voice. Let’s begin with Sally Jenkins and Mary Carillo, the two smartest women in sports media I know. But Mr. Fan isn’t the problem. Mr. NFL Player is.

Two more things: If you care enough about a cause, you’re willing to risk something for it. I point to my own personal hero, Pat Tillman, as Exhibit A. You can also point to James Foley or Steven Sotloff if you like. Granted, fighting the Taliban (or exposing ISIS) versus taking on the NFL’s domestic violence problem may, for most, seem to be crises on entirely different levels. Understood. The point is, though, that these men didn’t think twice about what was more valuable: their principles or their safety.

Katie Nolan sat in front of a camera and told me that, when she had the chance, she was not willing to risk appearing rude. And that’s fine. But now she tells me that, hey, if given a more lucrative job with greater visibility, well, yeah, she’d be willing to say something. I don’t consider that a profile in courage.

And, finally, this: the Buffalo Bills were purchased yesterday, after the latest Ray Rice tape was released, for what is believed to be a record price of $1.4 billion. The NFL is printing money, so while they’d like it if their players stopped punching wives and girlfriends in the face, or at least started treating bitches with the same respect they afford their moms or grandmothers, business is good. They hear you, Katie, they’re just not listening. And they won’t take you seriously as long as you continue to participate in three fantasy leagues and base your entire week around Sunday.

As William Rhoden said on CBS This Morning, “We can’t continue to be addicted to this game.” He’s right. But what is it going to take for the rest of you to listen to him? Apparently, the footage of Ray Rice punching his fiancee in the jaw is not enough.