Today ends the Ghosts of Coaches Past portion of the Redskins’ schedule — Norv Turner last week, Marty Schottenheimer this week. Which is too bad, really. The Snydermen, struggling as they are, could use a game against South Carolina.
How great is it that, even temporarily, it’s all quiet on the Terrell Owens front?
Just wondering what Owens might have done to tick arbitrator Richard Bloch off. Maybe he parked in Bloch’s space — or told the NFL attorney cross-examining him, “Don’t speak to me unless I speak to you first.”
The reason the hearing ran so long, apparently, is that Bill Carollo’s officiating crew was handling the clock — and kept adding 52 seconds.
At one point, I hear, Bloch asked Owens whether he wanted a recess, but T.O. declined, saying, “I wasn’t the one who got tired in the Super Bowl.”
You know how Owens was miffed because the Eagles didn’t celebrate his 100th career touchdown catch? Well, it just dawned on me that if they’d known No.100 would be his last TD at Lincoln Financial Field, they probably would have bought drinks for the house.
The fan who ran onto the field in Cincinnati a couple of weeks ago and took the ball away from Brett Favre pleaded guilty to charges of trespassing and disorderly conduct. The judge imposed a stiff penalty on 31-year-old Greg Gall, banning him from Paul Brown Stadium, fining him $200 and ordering the Bengals to stop listing him among the team’s sack leaders.
Congratulations to David Elfin of The Washington Times, who was inducted last weekend into the Greater Washington D.C. Jewish Sports Hall of Fame. Also in the induction class was some guy named Snyder, who supposedly owns a football team.
Pet Peeve: Does anyone else think it’s silly that the media keep talking about Joe Paterno earning his “first BCS bowl bid?” Under JoePa, Penn State has gone to one Rose Bowl, four Orange Bowls, four Sugar Bowls and six Fiesta Bowls (plus two Cotton Bowls back when it was one of the Big Four). What he’s done this season, in other words, is Nothing New.
First BCS bowl bid. That’s like saying Tony Stewart just earned his “first Nextel Cup” — and forgetting his NASCAR title in 2002, when it was known as the Winston Cup.
This year’s George O’Leary Award for resume creativity goes to New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson. The Albuquerque Journal has revealed that Richardson wasn’t — as he has always claimed — drafted as a pitcher by the Kansas City Athletics in 1966.
Will people never learn? As I mentioned a few Sunday Columns ago, major league baseball’s Web site (mlb.com) now includes a list of every player ever drafted by a big league club. With just a couple of clicks, you can download the A’s 1966 drafts (January, June, regular, secondary, even the August American Legion draft) and check out who they selected.
A quick perusal of the names reveals no Bill Richardson. The A’s did, however, draft a player named Reggie Jackson that year. They also drafted a first baseman from the University of Michigan who was much more famous for his basketball — Cazzie Russell, the top pick in the ‘66 NBA Draft.
“During my time at Tufts [University],” Richardson explained in a statement to the Journal, “I was approached by scouts who offered to draft me, under the condition that I agree ahead of time to sign a contract, if drafted. I could not agree to sign a contract, and therefore was not drafted by any of those interested teams.”
There was a Bill Richardson who played in the majors, but he was a first baseman, not a pitcher. He appeared in 15 games for the 1901 St. Louis Cardinals, batting .212 with a pair of homers.
That Bill Richardson wasn’t drafted, either. But then, the draft didn’t come along until 1965.
You can’t get away with anything anymore. The Internet is, indeed, a pitiless invention.
Which doesn’t mean Richardson won’t be drafted by the Democratic Party to run for president in 2008.
News item: World Series champion White Sox make deal with Phillies for slugger Jim Thome.
Comment: Not to be outdone, the Cubs have announced that “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” will be sung at next year’s opener by Marisa Tomei.
This story about one of Pete Rose’s bats being corked — according to the auction house selling it — doesn’t surprise me in the least. After all, Rose spent about 15 years trying to put a cork in those gambling allegations.
Besides, isn’t rose a kind of wine?
Seven years after “My Giant,” the movie career of Gheorghe Muresan has hit rock bottom. Hollywood sources say he auditioned for an important, though nonspeaking, part in the upcoming “King Kong” remake, but the director decided not to cast him as the Empire State Building.
Explain to me again why Sarunas Jasikevicius averaged only 7.7 points a game in his career at Maryland.
Darryl Dawkins, in the current issue of GQ, on former Washington Bullet Mel “Dinner Bell” Turpin: “Anytime you saw Melvin Turpin, you knew all you had to do was run up and down the floor 10 times fast because he’d just left Burger King.”
I love that “What’s in the Bag?” feature on the Golf Channel, the one that tells you what club brands the pros are using.
Just once, though, I wish the list would read like this: Callaway driver and 3-wood, Orlimar 4-wood, TaylorMade irons, Cleveland sand wedge and lob wedge, Odyssey White Hot putter, two bananas and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
For those who still worry that Michelle Wie is being robbed of her youth, I refer you to her critique of Kuroshio Country Club, site of this week’s Casio World Open:
“I love the snack stands that they have between holes. I wish we had those in America.”
Number of the Week: seven.
That’s the difference, in yards, between the average drives of Fred Funk (270) and Annika Sorenstam (263) — two of the participants in this weekend’s “Skins Game.”
“It’s going to be tough,” the Takoma Park Terror told the Los Angeles Times. “If I hit my little whiff out to the right … and she hits her normal shot, I’m done. I’m out.”
Don’t know how I missed this, but: While a record-setting chain of more than 4 million dominoes was being assembled recently in the Netherlands, a sparrow flew through an open window and knocked over 23,000 of them — prompting an exterminator to shoot the bird. What a tragedy — to have nothing better to do than line up 4 million dominoes, I mean.
Moving to the exhaust circuit, Indy car racer Danica Patrick quietly tied the knot last weekend. And get this: Not only is her hubby 17 years older than her, he’s also her physical therapist.
Now there’s a marriage that should be driving under a yellow caution flag.
Few details about Patrick’s wedding day are known, but this much seems certain: Her limo wasn’t driven by Jaques Lazier.
And finally …
Can’t wait to check out the new Muhammad Ali museum in Louisville. It reportedly has fabulous memorabilia, interactive exhibits and — this, to me, is the nicest touch — a small basement apartment for Mike Tyson, whenever he’s ready for it.