Hungry, Hungry Press Corps
Jim Cryns on Sports
GMO, I mean the U.S. Bank Championship, has come and gone from
of the name, it’s not a tournament unless Tiger shows up. Swede Richard Johnson
won the U.S. Bank Championship,
accompanied by a host of golfers you’d need dental records to identify. This is
one of the tournaments that brings golfers out of the woodwork like cockroaches
Have you ever noticed how Jason Kendall and Craig Counsell are the only players on the Brewers who don’t use batting gloves? And where did this Under Armor come from? Their logo is everywhere, on the batting gloves, the steel doors in Wrigley Field. The logo has more visibility than Britney Spears’ nether regions.
to the Brewers for picking up a veteran second baseman in Ray ‘Bull’
Culinary Delights and Doug Russell
One of the nice things about covering a sporting event is the food, usually free of charge. Virtually every sports venue will make accommodations to feed the press. Think of it as chumming the sharks. The more food in the belly of the beast, the more content the media feels and they may ultimately be less inclined to sink their teeth into your organization.
Bucks, Brewers, Packers, Golden Eagles, Badgers and a host of other teams
provide meals of some sort, soups, sal
Brewers provide a respectable meal in the press box at
The Milwaukee Bucks regularly put on a nice spread. A beautiful buffet replete with well prepared foods such as chicken, fish, pasta. In years past when the Bucks made the playoffs, you’d really score when they opened a dining room adjacent to the usual pressroom. This was high-classed dining with white table cloths, servers and bartenders. Not to be outdone, the Badgers and Golden Eagles each do a great job of feeding the salivating press contingency.
(Truth be told, Doug Russell is a long-time friend and a great sports personality. I bust his chops only because he told me the other day, “if I wrote anything about him, he’d hear about it.” I just wanted to test his hypothesis. By the way, I regularly eat four times what Doug eats, and I’ve got the girth to prove that fact.)
the Steve True interview with Greta Van Susteren, I first listened on the Web,
then watched “Homer” on the tube piloting the discussion. To be clear I’ve
swung both ways on the issue as to which “professional broadcaster” was rude
and unprofessional. At first I thought “Homer” to be the whiny, self-admitted
non-objective weasel I’ve always known him to be. I thought Van Susteren was
gracious to spend time on his impotent show. After watching the same show on
cable television it appeared “Homey” was more gracious than he sounded on the
Web, and Van Susteren was quite acerbic, less than cordial and possibly a bore.
It’s not fair to say “Home-town” was unprofessional ,as I don’t think he’s ever
tried to pretend he is objective as the name would imply. In the end, as the
late Walter Matthau adroitly stated in Grumpy
Old Men, they should both pull their bottom lip over their he