Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”
Nice Deadspin deconstruction about how TSN’s SportsCentre is different than ESPN’s version. Bottom line: more hockey. Hey ESPN, why not make this version available online for hockey fans, or substitute one hour of Canada’s SportsCentre on one of the mother ships many channels overnight? Hockey fans would love you for it? Or how about just taking TSN’s hockey coverage, and making it available online at ESPN.com?
Some LA City Councilman said he drank a beer with Jonathan Quick while they were riding on a float in today’s Stanley Cup parade, and it certainly seemed like the 26-year old goalie had consumed one too many pops when he gave a victory speech later in the day at the Staples Center. Stay classy, Milford.
I have to admit, I’ve never really been bothered much by Alex Rodriguez (though I admit he gave me a great laugh during the famous ball swatting incident against the Red Sox in the 2004 playoffs). But after reading R.A. Dickey’s searing memoir, I’m more than ready to jump on the anti-ARod bandwagon.
How did it happen? Well, let’s just say that it didn’t take long after I read this passage where Dickey wrote about the first complete game shutout he ever threw while pitching for the Texas Rangers:
When ARod came to congratulate me afterward, he said, You have to thank me for that.
What do you mean? I asked.
I called every pitch from shortstop, ARod said, explaining that he relayed signs to our catcher that day, Einar Diaz.
Well, thank you, I told ARod.
The next time out, I gave up six hits and six earned runs in a 9-2 loss to the Royals.
I asked ARod after the game if I had him to thank for that too.
No, I didn’t call the pitches tonight, he said.
I have to admit I’d love to see Dickey plunk ARod in the noggin the next time he faces him, but considering Dickey throws a knuckler, I guess I’ll have to settle for leaving baseball’s King Jerk flummoxed by a 65-mph flutterball.
*If the punctuation seems odd in the quoted passage, you’re right to notice. I transcribed it exactly as it appeared in the Kindle version of Dickey’s book.
Just got through watching NBA TV’s documentary on the “Dream Team,” and it was an enjoyable 90 minutes, if not quite up to the standard that Ross Greenberg set over at HBO with his “Sports of the 20th Century” series.
There are plenty of surprises over the course of the program, but the one that everyone is jumping on right now is how open Scottie Pippen was about how he and Michael Jordan weren’t willing to be part of the team if Detroit Pistons guard Isiah Thomas was on the roster.
While there was no love lost between the three thanks to the brutal tactics of the “Bad Boys” in those days, the act that really sealed Zeke’s fate was when he led the Pistons off the bench and into the locker room with 0.7 seconds remaining in the deciding game of the 1991 Eastern Conference Finals with the Bulls.
There would be no hand shakes after that Bulls win, and the powers that be at the NBA knew instinctively that there was no way that they could lure Jordan to give up a Summer vacation if he had to spend a couple of months in close quarters with Thomas. Even the presence of his own coach in Detroit, Chuck Daly, as head coach with Team USA could save Thomas from being left behind when the Dream Teamers left for Barcelona and the 1992 Summer Olympics.
Was it the right choice? You better believe it. Getting those guys to Barcelona was as much about growing the game of basketball internationally as it was about recapturing a gold medal for USA Basketball. Sending that team to the Games sans Jordan simply wasn’t an option.
I guess it was inevitable that the folks at the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency would keep taking runs at Lance Armstrong. In their minds, he’s seen as the greatest scofflaw and the greatest prize. As for Lance, whether he’s innocent or guilty, his response will inevitably be the same. The man beat cancer and conquered the Tour de France seven straight times. He’s been outrunning doom for his entire adult life, so why the heck should he stop now? In the end, as we’ve seen in the ridiculous pursuit of Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds, can anyone claim that some sort of legitimate public interest has been served after millions of dollars have been spent in prosecution of crimes where there isn’t any identifiable victim?
In a season that hasn’t turned out the way the front office planned in New Jersey, it’s nice to see Ilya Kovalchuk get a goal like this.
Everybody loves hockey fights. That goes double for goalie fights, which is why I was as giddy as a little girl when I watched this tussle between Brent Johnson of the Pens and Rick DiPietro of the Islanders earlier this evening. I guess I could say the outcome here was an apt metaphor for DiPietro’s career on the Island, but that might be too easy.