Ode to Larry King: Iphone, oldness and terrible commissioners

By Dan Nied

Why “Ode to Larry King?” Well in college, I spent many a lonely lunch scanning USA Today, one of the free newspapers offered in the dining halls. My favorite regular feature was Larry King’s column in which he would make totally inane single-sentence statements and link them with an ellipses (or “…” for the punctuation challenged.). So the average Larry King column would read like this: For my money, there is nothing better than watching a bird feed its young…My favorite juice? Prune…World Wide Web? Not if you live in the country of Chad… Dom Deluise once gave me a whole pig as a Christmas gift. That man could butter your bread from both sides… and so on.

Reading King’s column always doubled me over with laughter. The sheer randomness of the whole thing, coupled with the mental image of King barking out those lines was perhaps one of the funniest things I’ve ever thought of. In fact, Norm MacDonald’s take on the column for SNL just made coffee come out of my nose.

So that’s where my Ode to Larry King comes from…

So Apple unveiled the Iphone 4 today. Thinner, longer battery life, higher resolution screen and all that jazz. And you know what? This makes me feel inferior about my place in the technological revolution. See, I’ve been using the Iphone 3G for a good year and a half now. That is already an outdated version, thanks to last year’s 3GS. And because of the way my AT&T contract works, I’ll never sniff the Iphone 4. With 18 months left on my contract, I’ll have to wait until at least one more version comes out to upgrade. So by the time late 2011 rolls around, my current phone will basically be a coaster. And to make matters worse, I am sitting in a coffee shop right now using my beat up HP laptop while the guy next to me has a brand new Macbook. And I can tell that he thinks he‘s better than me. Stupid Macbook users. So now I have to be self conscious about my laptop and my phone?…

I’m two months away from my 31st birthday and life keeps reminding me that I am getting old at an accelerate pace. The latest example came Sunday. I was watching the MTV Movie Awards with my girlfriend and all I could say about Christina Aguilera’s performance was “well, that was pretty tacky.” Then again, the 10-year old version of me thought the same thing while watching Madonna’s performance at the 1990 MTV Video Music Awards (sorry, no sound). So maybe I have just always been a curmudgeon…

There is a serious gap in effectiveness for the four major sports commissioners. Though that is not exactly breaking news, the size of the gap was illustrated from the bottom in the last week. Of course there is the obvious idiocy of MLB head man Bud Selig, who decided not to easily right an obvious wrong (more on that below). But NHL comish Gary Bettman has no competition when it comes to terrible. In his 17 years on the job, Bettman has failed miserably in his quest to Americanize hockey and bring the game to casual audiences in nontraditional markets. Plus, don’t you ever underestimate the Bettman’s ability to waste a gift. This year Bettman and the league got a dream finals: Two big markets (Chicago and Philadelphia), a compelling storyline (Philly’s path to the final, which included making the playoffs on the final day of the regular season and knocking off the top-seeded Capitals in the second round.) to go with a wildly entertaining series. So what happens? The league inexplicably schedules a pivotal Game 5 for Sunday at the same time as Game 2 of the NBA Finals. No, not only the same day, but the same exact time. The result was predictable. The NHL pulled decent ratings, but got doubled by the NBA. In the meantime, NBA commissioner David Stern is still the master at his job, and Roger Gooddell’s tenure in the NFL will ultimately be defined by his ability to prevent a work stoppage next year…

As for Selig, his decision to let Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga’s perfect game remain a one-hitter is appalling, and I don’t care who agrees with it. The simple reality is that Galarraga earned a perfect game, only to have a terrible call from an umpire say otherwise. An hour later, the umpire admitted to screwing up the call. A day later, the batter who initially got the “hit” said he was out. The fallout includes real national outrage at the injustice preventing this rare feat from going in the record books. Only Selig could save the day. And, of course, Selig did nothing. One could argue that if Selig changes this call, he would have to change all of the other obvious blown calls in baseball history. That doesn’t hold weight, though. This is a highly unique situation that hasn’t happened before and will likely never happen again. The call in question came on the final out of a perfect game. Galarraga promptly sent down the next batter to end the game, and umpire Jim Joyce was fully distraught over his gaffe. Overturning the call would not in any way change history or hurt the game of baseball, and it would give Joyce a reprieve from being known for that one error the rest of his career. If it is obvious to everyone (and really, no one is arguing the counter) that Galarraga pitched a perfect game, then why not give it to him? Simply put, this is a big fail for Selig and a black eye for baseball…

My favorite kind of cat? Siamese.

Photo of Steve Jobs from the Associated Press.

Jim Joyce should be forgiven for blunder

Associated Press photo

By Dan Nied

The biggest mistake I ever made came during my first year as a professional sports reporter.

When the brother of an athlete I covered died tragically, I went to the funeral as a representative of my newspaper. I came home and wrote what I considered to be a beautiful and emotional eulogy that was published the next day.

Only problem was I used the wrong name.

See, the name of the deceased was Adam. Throughout my piece I mourned the passing of his very much alive brother Andy. I received a slew of angry phone calls. I didn’t sleep much the next few nights.

Everyone makes at least one huge, unfixable mistake in their life. When that happens, all we can do is apologize, admit our humanity and try to live with it.

And that is why I must, as a lifelong Tigers fan who was furious on Wednesday night, offer my forgiveness to umpire Jim Joyce.

Joyce, of course, became instantly famous when he obviously blew the final out of what would have been a perfect game for Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga. Joyce may have been the only person in the world who thought Jason Donald, the Indians final hope for a base runner, was safe at first in the ninth inning Wednesday. But Joyce’s opinion was the only one that counted.

Galarraga was completely robbed of a perfect game. Everyone knows it today, including Joyce.

The umpire said as much after the game, according to the Associated Press account:

"It was the biggest call of my career, and I kicked the (stuff) out of it," Joyce said looking and sounding distraught as he paced in the umpires' locker room. "I just cost that kid a perfect game.

"I thought he beat the throw. I was convinced he beat the throw, until I saw the replay."

When he made the call on the field, Joyce stood by it, even as boos soared down from the stands at Comerica Park. After Galarraga sent the next batter down, effectively recording the first 28-out unofficial perfect game in Major League history, several Tigers players had to be restrained from going after the goat. Tigers manager Jim Leyland emphatically made his case, tossing expletives in Joyce’s face.

The umpire had to stand there and take it. Soon the replay would show him how grand a mistake he made. No doubt his heart would sink to the floor.

Joyce’s quote will live on as much as his blown call. His words show a man who just realized he now has to live with a 1,000-pound weight on his shoulder. They show a man who knows he single-handedly cost Galarraga a place in history and the fans of Detroit a reason to be proud of their baseball team. They show a man who feels remorse.

That remorse is respectable. Everyone in the world must know how Joyce feels.

It would be easy to vilify Joyce because he cost us a chance to see history -- not just the 21st perfect game in MLB history, but also the third of this still-young season -- and became the bad guy in a feel-good story.

But vilification would be selfish and disingenuous. We can fire off vitriolic comments all we want, but in the end we have to accept Joyce’s humanity because it lives within all of us.

Sometimes the blame game is easier when the target is vague enough that we can make up our own villains. This time, we know exactly who the culprit was. But it is tough to come to terms with the fact that an honest man who is, by all previous data, an excellent umpire just screwed up.

It flat out sucks that Galarraga didn’t get the perfect game he earned. (And there is no word other than "sucks" to describe it.) But ultimately we must forgive Joyce because he did the best he could. He thought Donald was safe and it is his job to make snap decisions. He did his job. He just got it wrong.

After the game, Galarraga said Joyce spoke to him and apologized. Galarraga said the two embraced and the pitcher held no hard feelings.

That reminded me of my mistake. I’d like to say the family called to assure me they weren’t offended. Instead they simply ignored it. They obviously had bigger things to worry about.

But I like to think the family understood that I was just trying to do my job. I just got it wrong.

And hopefully they ultimately forgave me.

Just like we should all forgive Jim Joyce.

Quick! How many Supreme Court justices can you name?

By Dan Nied

Apparently I am smarter than you. Well, maybe. Actually, I just pay attention to government. That's why I know, for the most part, who is on the U.S. Supreme Court. Why does that make me smarter than you? Well, according to this item from legalcurrent.com nearly two-thirds of Americans can’t name one Supreme Court justice and only 1 percent can name all nine.

To me, this sounded like a test. So, without research, I named seven of the nine. Perhaps you would like to pause a moment to take the challenge yourself. Go ahead. Don't cheat though.

How many did you get? Did you name Sandra Day O'Connor and David Souter? If you did, you've made a common mistake. They're both retired.

Kennedy and Breyer were the ones I missed, but they don’t really stand out like the rock star trio of Scalia/Sotomayor/Roberts. So with the hope of educating you a little today, here are the nine Supreme Court justices.

John Roberts*
Antonin Scalia
Samuel Alito
Sonia Sotomayor
John Paul Stevens
Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Clarence Thomas
Anthony Kennedy
Stephen Breyer

Now, as you can see from the photo above, this is a motley bunch. The asterisk next to John Roberts’ name means that he’s the Chief Justice. Do I know what the Chief Justice does that sets him apart from the rest? Nope. But I do know that if I was John Paul Stevens, and I had been sitting on the court since Gerald Ford appointed me in 1975, I would be kind of angry that I wasted 30 years in that place just to be passed over for the only possible promotion so George W. Bush could put a pretty-boy hot shot in charge in 2005. I am not saying that ultimately led to Stevens' resignation this year (after all, the guy just turned 90) but it probably didn't make him want to stay.

And we all know (at least we should), that Barack Obama nominated Elena Kagen to replace Stevens. I have no opinions on Elena Kagan, but I do know that she has never been a judge and she looks tough. Obama made his high court debut last year by tabbing Sonia Sotomayor as the first Latina justice. Her nomination sparked a controversy about whether or not empathy is a good thing. Apparently it is, because she got confirmed.

Samuel Alito and Antonin Scalia are intertwined not only because they have similarly cool-sounding names, but also because they are considered uber-conservatives. In fact, sometimes the younger Alito is referred to as "Scalito."

Clarence Thomas’ confirmation hearings in the early 1990s involved some sort of sexual harassment charge by someone named Anita Hill, whom I have not heard of since. But I do remember, as a 10-year old, wondering how such a disturbing man could become so powerful. I guess I was naïve back then.

If you ask me to name my most memorable Supreme Court cases, a la Katie Couric’s interview with Sarah Palin, you’ll get a blank stare and something like this: “Well Roe V. Wade obviously, and Brown V. Board of Education was huge. And then, um, there was that one that Obama didn’t like last year, and I think there was something about porn that was featured in that Woody Harrelson movie about Larry Flynt. Oh! And the 2000 election!”

So no, I don’t know too much about the cases the Supreme Court handles. But I can name seven justices. And that makes me a good American.

Ode to Larry King...Quick thoughts as I wake up on a Tuesday morning

By Dan Nied

My bank freaked out like a little kid yesterday and refused to give me money. That nearly stranded us in the middle of rural California and caused me and my girlfriend to argue a little. So bank, if we break up, it’s totally on you. Stop interfering in my life and give me my cash...

I’m down with the Stanley Cup finals. Blackhawks-Flyers is an old timey battle that the purists can love. And the ferocity of the last 10 minutes of Game 2 illustrated exactly why hockey is truly an underrated sport...

Sarah Palin for Poet Laureate!...

At this point, I don’t really care who is at fault, I just want someone to stop the oil gushing into the gulf so I can go back to not thinking about the Gulf of Mexico at all. So should I boycott BP? Fine, I’ll do it. Should I say something like “Even though I support Obama, I think the administration screwed this up?” Ok, ok. I’ll say it. But just get this thing under control...

Oh, and anyone who says this is Obama’s Katrina is just too lazy to come up with a decent analogy. Actually, there is no decent analogy because nothing like this oil spill has ever happened. But in Katrina, the government stood idly by while poor people were trapped on their roofs and one of America’s great cities came crumbling down. When New Orleans is coated with oil, this can be Obama’s Katrina. Sad to say, I haven’t ruled that scenario out...

I don’t know where Ubaldo Jimenez came from. Before this season he was just another crappy major league pitcher with a slightly humorous name. Now the guy is outdueling Tim Lincecum and has 10 wins on June 1. This is unprecedented dominance on an otherwise pedestrian team. Problem is, is there any way this guy isn’t on HGH? I know he’s always had decent stuff, but this leap is almost unfathomable...

French Open: Call me at the semifinals, then I’ll (maybe) start to care...

I find it hard to take sides on the debate over illegal immigration. It’s the ultimate “Yeah, but...” topic...

Having a rough day? Well you have no choice other than to be cheered up by this...

Hey idiot, why are you still getting up at noon?

By Dan Nied

Getting up early goes against every instinct you have as a man. Remember how mad your mom got when you missed church every Sunday because you slept until 1 p.m.? Remember how you didn’t care? And how proud were you in college when, through a little strategic scheduling, you managed to avoid morning classes altogether? It was one of the happiest moments of your life.

But you aren’t in college anymore, idiot. So why are you still getting up at noon?

There comes a time when real life slaps you in the face. When you have to drag yourself to bed during the p.m. and actually wake up during the a.m. Yep, even if it is still dark. Why do you have to do this? Because society wants you too. Look, I don’t like it any more than you do. But after a post-college year of working from 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. for near-minimum wage, I realized that, yes, I can spend my entire adult life grinding against the grain of the real world in the name of individualism, but I could also die broke and alone.

Face it, your mother is right. You need to quit that swing shift job and get a 9-to-5 with good benefits, competitive pay and a reasonable schedule. You don’t want to? Well tough. You’re a man. Act like it.

Your boss? He doesn’t get up at noon. Your girlfriend? She hates dating a bona fide loser. Your more successful brother? He is ashamed of you. Your less successful brother? He’s trying to be just like you. And he’s succeeding.

At the very least, strive to get up by 10 a.m. The world somehow feels a little better when you can take the phrase “good morning” literally. You don’t have to be happy about it. But come on, man, get with the program.

After all, do you think Bear Grylls gets up at noon? Pssh. By the time you crawl out of bed, Bear’s already shimmied across two canyons and eaten 17 rare South American black-toed scorpions.

No, you aren’t going to be Bear Grylls. But you can have a little self respect.

Part of a series I am doing for http://themanfaq.com which rocks my world every day. You should probably check it out.