Wednesday, February 14, 2018

FIVE YEARS DRY: WHY I QUIT DRINKING


February 10, 2013.

That was the last time I voluntarily drank poison.

For those keeping score at home, that's 1,825 days without alcohol. No sips, shots, or
supercharged funnels at a tailgate before an NFL game. No Jack with Ginger or Tom
with his good friend Collins for five entire years.

My liver loves me and the scale no longer spits out  big crooked numbers that had
me screaming to the heavens, "What the f#*k?!!!"

It's all good. Real good.

When I tell people I don't drink, the usual response is, "Do you have a problem?" And
before I can respond with the smallest negative word in the digital dictionary, I get
ambushed with the, "Are you in AA?" thing.


After ordering a cranberry and seltzer, the bartender gives me the look, the nod, and
asks, "Are you a friend of Bob?"

No, no, and no with an exclamation point.

I realize that's our society. Thinking and almost hoping for the juiciest piece of gossip that
becomes fuel to keep pace in this social-media driven world. Sorry, folks. I never had a
problem.

Five ago today, I gave up alcohol along with bread, butter, baked goods, ice cream,
candy, and pizza. Pretty much anything that was poison to the human body, I gave up.

The original plan was to give it up for the Lenten season, which starts with Ash Wednesday.
I was so anxious to clean up and clean out my system, I began my mission the Sunday before
it.

Getting through the six weeks of Lent was a breeze, so I went without some of life's guilty
pleasures for the next 10 months. That's right. No cookies, candy, bread, pizza, ice cream
---and most importantly, alcohol, for almost a year.


I started working out like a maniac, completing seven half-marathons in preparation for
the grand daddy of them all, the New York City Marathon. Man, I felt great. Those early-
morning alarm clocks were like music to my ears. Yep, jump out of a bed for a 10-mile
run.

It's all good.

I wanted to continue my journey without alcohol so I signed up for an Ironman. I more or
less used training for a 140.6 mile event as an excuse not to drink. "Hey, Paul,
you want a Jack & Coke?"

"No, thank you. I'm training for an Ironman. That's a 2.4 mile swim, a 112-mile bike
ride, and a 26.2.  Nope, can't do it." Whatever it takes.


Not one, not two, but four Ironman events later, I still haven't had an ounce of alcohol. And I
don't think I ever will again.

Oh, life has kicked my ass many a time over the last five years. Ripped my heart, soul, and a
few other things out along the way. It would've been easy to give in and tie one on, so to speak.
Could've medicated myself to take the pain away for a night and  just forget about everything
for a while.

That's the easy thing to do. With Jim (Beam) and Jack (Daniels) staring me in the face,
ready to soothe my soul and bandage whatever ailed me, I just said, "Whatever,
it's not worth breaking the streak."


(Huge: definitely when I was drinking)


Sure, Peyton Manning can ask me over to drink a lot of Budweiser and hum the
Nationwide jingle, but I'm not going to give in. A Papa John's pizza, yes, because I'm
indulging in that again, as well as bread every once in a while. An ice cold
Budweiser? Um, no.

The streak has become kind of sacred to me. I don't count the days, but I always
remember February 10th as the anniversary. 2-10 is a good number and is just about
what I tip the scales at now which is what I weighed as a senior in college when
I was drinking them big 'ole blue cups of beer at "He's Not Here" in Chapel Hill.


I have friends who've tripled my abstinence streak for alcohol and I sincerely
applaud them. I discovered what they have: alcohol is an unnecessary evil. There is nothing
good about it. 

People can judge me all they want for not drinking. They can think whatever they want,
as well. I do not care one iota.

I never had a problem. Ever. I didn't start drinking until I got to college and regret that
I ever did. It is the single biggest waste of time, money, and poison to your body and
mind in society today.

I do often wonder if nobody ever drank. I wonder how much money this country
would've saved in lawyers, court costs, and civil suits. I wonder how much property
damage and bodily harm could've been avoided.


I wonder how many marriages and families could've been saved if over-consumption
of alcohol didn't result in infidelity, unwanted pregnancies, and the like.

I wonder about the pain that goes with the death of a loved one because of a DUI. I wonder
about the nightmare parents experience when getting a call from a university president
telling them their 19-year-old daughter died at  a sorority party because she consumed
so much alcohol her heart stopped.

And I wonder about the embarrassment a parent feels when they learn their son away at
school got so intoxicated, he lost his mind and killed a girlfriend.

Yep, it happens nearly every day in this country. Don't believe me? Google is just
a few clicks away.

I have friends with kids just entering the work force and enjoying the spoils of a
big city. I've heard them complain about $10 beers and the tab a night of drinking
adds up to and the hangovers they endure.

I don't preach, but I try to tell them the quicker they learn that alcohol serves absolutely
no purpose, the better off they'll be, physically, mentally, and financially.

I do not judge and I don't like to make it seem like I'm standing at the pulpit. But
drinking is not a sport. You don't get medals or win anything for doing it. Nobody's
obituary has ever read, "Yeah, but that boy sure could drink."

Drinking is a badge of nothing. Not courage, not manhood, not toughness.

One way or another, it catches up to you. The only way you can outrun it, is to quit.

And trust me, it's not a hard thing to do, even at my age.


Tuesday, January 30, 2018

IN SEARCH OF 'EL GUAPO'



After the Hall of Fame ballots were tallied and the results were announced, I had a conversation
with a friend about the class that will be ushered into Cooperstown later this summer. My friend
is a die-hard Boston Red Sox fan and a real baseball junkie.

"Clemens should've gotten in, same for Schilling," my friend screamed through the phone. As if
I was surprised. He thinks Oil Can Boyd should be immortalized in the Hall of Fame, too.

I responded, "Any election that doesn't include El Guapo has to be rigged."

A big, hearty laugh blitzed its way through the cell phone and pierced my ear. "I loved
El Guapo! He was a great guy," my friend said. "I wonder whatever happened to him."


El Guapo is Rich Garces, who pitched for the Red Sox from 1995 - 2002. He was a cross
between Bartolo Colon and Pablo Sandoval: all belly. I covered Garces and the Red Sox on
my first tour of duty in Boston and  El Guapo was the sunshine on a team of prickly assholes.
He was a lovable guy who always had time to say hello - to everybody.

The media guide listed El Guapo, (the handsome one) at 215, which was off by about 35
pounds. He always had a smile on his face as he meandered his way through a clubhouse filled
with players who acted as if they'd rather be anyplace other than Fenway Park.


El Guapo could pitch a little bit, too. He morphed into one of the American League's premier
set-up men, posting a 5-1 record with and 1.55 earned run average in 1999. The following year,
the handsome one had a record of 8-1  with a 3.25 ERA. General Manager Dan Duquette, a
card-carrying member of the physique police, urged El Guapo to lose weight. He did and
was never the same.

El Guapo, who is a still a folk hero in Boston to this day, was done with the Red Sox in 2002, his
velocity disappearing along with his excess weight. However El Guapo found a home in 2007 pitching for the Nashua Pride, an independent team in New Hampshire.



El Guapo was such a draw for the Pride, they scheduled a bobblehead night for him. Well,
it wasn't exactly a bobblehead. The anatomy was a little off. It was a bobblebelly in honor of
El Guapo's boiler.


How awesome is that?

Two days after my conversation with a friend about El Guapo, I walked into a baseball facility
in Fairfield, Connecticut for a feature I was producing. The owner of the top-tier baseball
program said, "We have a great staff here. There's Willie Upshaw, he played for the Blue Jays,
and you remember Rich Garces, don't you?

I said to myself, "You have to be sh*%ting me! It's El Guapo!"

There he was in all his glory. El Guapo is still a handsome devil after all these years. He
didn't look much different from the guy I watched and covered at Fenway Park in the late
90's. He had that same geniune smile along with the same body type and was very approachable.

I was a minor-league player in the Red Sox organization and had covered El Guapo in Boston.
We talked and shared a few belly laughs. It was one of the moments in life, that you find
yourself saying, "Damn, what are the chances of that?"



He still had the bobble-belly, too, but that's OK. After all, he is El Guapo - a true character of the game.


Sunday, December 31, 2017

THE BEST OF SPORTSRIP 2017


2017 was defined by natural disasters, everything Trump, mass shooting and salacious sexual harassment scandals involving the likes Harvey Weinstein, Bill O'Reilly, Matt Lauer, and a cast
of what seemed like thousands in the news and entertainment industry.

Believe it or not, there were some positive stories that inspired many of us during the year.
Here are a few that caught my attention and motivated me to put into words.

Please click on the headline of story to read.

A DAD'S GREATEST CHRISTMAS GIFT Chris Pinder had a successful baseball career but
came up short in his bid to make the Major Leagues. His son, Chad, made it, though, and last
Christmas presented Pops with a gift he'll cherish forever.

MIKE VITI - DEVOTED TO SCHOOL, TEAM AND COUNTRY. During a blistering hot
July afternoon, I traveled to West Point to interview Mike Viti, who is the running backs coach
at the U.S. Military Academy. He played for Army and served the country in Afghanistan. He
also walked across the country to raise awareness Gold Star families. Viti is one amazing person

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND PASSES AWAY Jack Graham was a man of class, integrity
and honor. I will never forget how he cared for my father when he was battling Alzheimer's
disease.

BRIAN BILL AMERICAN HERO. Like Viti, Brian Bill served his country but made the
ultimate sacrifice, killed during a mission in Afghanistan. I remain in awe of the person Brian
Bill was.

KATY SULLIVAN: BLADE RUNNER Katy Sullivan was born without lower legs but that
didn't stop here from representing our country in the Paralympics and setting American records.

LUKE MAYE: THE SON ALSO RISES  Mark Maye became a high school football legend
as a quarterback in Charlotte, North Carolina. He was the most coveted recruit in the country
but  never lived up to the lofty expectations with the Tar Heels. His son did, though, becoming
an instant legend after hitting the shot against Kentucky that sent the Tar Heels into the Final
Four.

SUPPORTING GRAHAM HARDEN, LACROSSE LEGEND The small town of New
Canaan, CT. steps up to support Graham Harden who was diagnosed with ALS.

THE BIRTH OF CAFE MARTIN  There's a new hot spot in Boston honoring one of its
favorite sons who is battling ALS.


Sunday, November 26, 2017

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES: ANAHEIM'S 'GROSS MISCONDUCT'



2017 is finishing strong as the year of sexual harassment. Roger Ailes, Bill O'Reilly,
Harvey Weinstein, and just about every politician who captured at least a vote somewhere are
tumbling in the news cycle because of their inappropriate behavior.

It's a hyper-sensitive time in workplaces across the country, so much so, that 21st Century Fox
instituted the Fox News Workplace Professionalism and Inclusion Council to ensure a proper workplace environment."  In the 21st century, 21st Century Fox has to monitor adults who are
more suited for Romper Room than a newsroom, but hey, that's for another day.

With nearly every company on high-alert for sexual harassment in the workplace and taking
precautions to avoid the multi-million dollars settlements 21st Century Fox has dished out, the
Anaheim Ducks took a plunge into dirty waters.

To help celebrate the NHL's 100th birthday, they produced a video showing one of their players,
Ryan Kesler, walking through the team's offices butt-naked. Oh, they didn't show everything.
A strategically placed black rectangle (digital effect) covered blocked his five-hole. Kesler is
seen strolling past a couple of female workers at their desk.

I'm not sure if the comedic club with Anaheim was trying to one-up the writers on "SNL"
when they showed NFL legend Tom Brady walking around an office in front of women in his underwear, but whatever the case, but their attempt at this type of humor was just plain stupid.



The Ducks social media arm posted it on social media and the video promptly got destroyed.

The first wave of criticism came in as passively as napalm destroying terrain during a war.
As soon as the brilliant folks in Anaheim got wind of it, they hit the delete button on Twitter
and sent out a statement.

"Our tweet posted earlier today was meant to be a lighthearted video celebrating the NHL’s
100th birthday," the apology read. "We realize in retrospect the content of the video may have
been insensitive and we have removed the video and apologize."

I'm  neither brilliant nor lacking in sense of humor, but this display for the Ducks is beyond
ridiculous. First of all, it's not even close to being funny. I mean, that's the best these
writers and producers could do for a 100th birthday?

Personally, I'm not easily in offended in world where everyone gets offended when the wind
is blowing north, when the meteorologists said it would go south. But in this hyper-sensitive
society, people that are distributing content across social media need to get a clue. You can't
be posting stuff like the Ducks did - no matter what. It's just a bad look.

The social media department either spent too many hours updating their Facebook
page while the rest of the world was blasted with the sexual harassment in the workplace stories
by the 24-hour news channels OR they just put the 'deaf' in tone deaf.

I'm just curious when they were planning and videotaping this little skit, didn't ANYBODY say,
"Hey, I don't really think this is a good idea."? I mean, this wasn't spontaneous or on live television.
It was planned out and executed.

If this display of stupid happened on the ice, the referees would be forced to give the Ducks
a gross misconduct. They need to sit in the sin-bin and think about this one for a while.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

WHY I DO THE IRONMAN



2.4 mile swim. 112 mile bike. 26.2 mile run. In one day. That's the Ironman.

People often ask me why, as a 50-something, semi-good former athlete, I would put myself
through all that torture just to complete the race. I don't have a single answer for that. I have
many of them.

It's not a bucket list item. As somebody who is on the back nine of life, I can think of many
other fun things to do with the $750 entry fee than grind my way through close to 13 hours
of non-stop action to complete a 140-mile race.

For me, doing the Ironman is an annual celebration of life. It's another opportunity for me to
be thankful that I'm still healthy enough, at my age, to swim, bike, and run.



I don't have anything to prove. I squeezed out every ounce of energy and talent out of myself
in trying to be a success in baseball. I got a scholarship to UNC and played in the Boston Red Sox organization and don't have any regrets. It was a phase in my life that I enjoyed but it has long
been over.

Father Time is catching up to me, but doing the Ironman let's him know that running me down,
no matter how slow I may be, won't be all that easy.

People often want to tell me that doing the Ironman "can't be good for the body." Neither is alcohol,
junk food, and staying out all night. I'd rather break down because of over-exercising than over-
indulging in the poisonous things you put in the body.

I don't do the Ironman for the fancy medal awarded upon completion. I usually give the
hardware to my niece or nephew before it has a chance to be draped around my neck.


I do the Ironman to compete against the clock and challenge myself. As far as I'm concerned,
there is nobody else on the course, despite getting clubbed by elbows, arms, and feet during
the 2.4 mile swim.

I compete in the Ironman because I love swimming in open water. There are few things as
exhilarating as navigating your way through a course filled with 2,000 other competitors. You
can't see what's below you and the sight of mountains, trees, and the sunrise can be pretty
spectacular.

I do the Ironman because the energy and vibe of the event is truly incredible. It provides
an adrenaline rush that can last for weeks, as it did when I completed my first Ironman
in Lake Placid at the age of 50.


I love the Ironman because I get an up close and personal look at the human will and spirit
of others. I enjoy hearing their stories, where they are from, and why they do the Ironman. I
really believe anyone can do the Ironman. After all, most of us can run, bike, and swim. The
will to complete it is definitely the key.

I enjoy the mind games that come with completing the event. It truly is an oddesey for the
mind, which often tells you to quit and go home for good. I tried to quit forever after
completing my second Ironman in 2016.

Almost as soon as I crossed the finish line, I made a b-line to the pizza tent and finished
off an entire pie and then some. I announced my retirement to no one in particular and
didn't work out a single time for the next seven months.


But the Ironman sucked me back in. I couldn't do without it. Oh, it's not an addiction,
trust me. I'm not obsessive about it and have never followed a routine, hired a coach, or
watched every little thing that goes into my body. If I felt like doing a 100-mile bike, I
would do it. If I had a 10-mile run in me, I'd bust it, too. I've alway trained by 'feel' and made
sure not to overtrain or abuse my body.

I signed up with the Ironman in Mont-Tremblant, Quebec just under four months before
the race. I completed it for my fourth career Ironman.

This June, I'll travel to Boulder, Colorado for my fifth Ironman.  Can't wait. The Ironman
doesn't consume me, but it is very much a part of me. And I love it.





Tuesday, September 26, 2017

CLOSE THE WHITE HOUSE DOORS TO PRO ATHLETES


You know what happens if you play a song too many times? Yeah, it gets stale, even boring.

That's what I feel like when I see professional athletes being honored at the White House after
winning a world championship. It's become like a broken record playing over and over again
and over again.

Enough!

Oh, it used to be cool. So cool that Sports Illustrated, when the magazine itself was cool,
would feature the ceremony in some form on its cover. SportsCenter made a big deal out
of it and kids everywhere once dreamed of shaking hands with the president after hoisting
the Lombardi Trophy.

Now, it's become somewhat of a nightmare. Millionaire professional athletes, many of whom
were/are coddled through their entire careers don't want to go, whether to make a political
statement or just because it's one big hassle.

"You mean I have to fly all the way across the country to meet the president for five minutes?
Screw that!"--(Said no one ever, but thought of by 99.9 percent of today's professional athletes)

Recently, basketball star Steph Curry indicated he didn't want to go to the White House
with the World Champion Golden State Warriors to be honored by President Trump. Like
many African-Americans, Curry doesn't approve of Trump's ideology and beliefs, and quite
frankly, thinks he's a racist. With the rhetoric Trump has used in the past, I can see how
that would make any person of color uncomfortable. I get it.

And Trump being his Trump-Twittering self, responded swiftly to Curry in less than
140 characters.

Going to the White House is considered a great honor for a championship team.Stephen Curry
is hesitating, therefore invitation is withdrawn!

That opened the door for the King, Lebron James, who couldn't wait to pounce on the Donald, tweeting:

U bum @StephenCurry30 already said he ain't going! So therefore ain't no invite. Going to
White House was a great honor until you showed up!

Good, lord, can we make a reality show with all these guys included?! These are grown men?
Role models? A president of the United States? Seriously?

I've long thought that while many of us graduate elementary school, there are some that just
can't get it out of their system. This fortifies that belief.

Children being children before they even meet on the most famous front lawn in America.

Curry isn't the first, nor the last that will make noise about a trip to the White House. In 2012,
Tim Thomas, who helped lead the Boston Bruins to the Stanley Cup title, refused to show up
with the rest of the team to meet President Obama. The Vezina Trophy-winning goal posted
his explanation for his no-show on Facebook instead of Twitter.

I believe the Federal government has grown out of control, threatening the Rights, Liberties,
and Property of the People," the message read. "This is being done at the Executive,
Legislative,and Judicial level. This is in direct opposition to the Constitution and the Founding Fathers vision for the Federal government. Because I believe this, today I exercised my right
as a Free Citizen, and did not visit the White House.  

As I've heard so often over the last few days, everybody has the right to their opinion.

Rock on.

But does everything have to have a friggin' side show these days? Why does every person
have to attempt to go viral, be trending, or get a million likes by doing something controversial?

Can't anybody be the bigger person and just roll with it? Keep the mouth shut and not be
a distraction? I know, I know. I'm not supposed to tell or suggest anything for anybody to do
or not do. I reckon I have to be a little more PC because somebody, somewhere is sure to be
offended.

With all that said, I think it's time to end the nonsense with professional athletes and teams
going to the White House. Most of them don't want to be there anyway. The media wants to
turn a little mole hill into Mount Everest with really stupid questions. Instead of asking players
how they feel about winning championship, the first question now seems to be, "Are you
going to go to the White House to meet Trump?"

How stupid.

How very trivial.

It is just sports.

Forget about professional athletes. As Kurt Russell, in his portrayal of Herb Brooks in "Miracle
on Ice", said about the Soviets, "Their time is done."

Professional athletes going to the White House should be done. Over. Stopped forever.

Instead of professional athletes, please honor military veterans who put their lives on the line
for the country. They deserve the recognition every single day. The athletes get enough. They
don't need it. They don't appreciate it.

Honor the first responders who demonstrate amazing courage in trying to save the lives
of others. They get virtually no recognition. Professional athletes get too much.

OK, keep honoring college athletes and teams. But it's time to eighty-six paying homage
to the professional athletes. It's gotten out of control. It's become a circus. We have enough
of those in the country going on right now.







Saturday, September 16, 2017

JEMELE HILL, ESPN, AND WHO YOU ARE



During the height of the Jeremy Lin phenomenon in 2012,  the guard of the New York
Knicks at the time, had a horrendous game, turning the ball over nine times in a loss to the
New Orleans Hornets.

An editor for ESPN's digital platform tagged the headline of the article about the Knicks
loss this way:

A Chink In The Armor.

Of course, social media caught fire with the perceived racial slur against Lin, who is Asian.
The suits at ESPN fired the person responsible for the headline, no questions asked.

Since that day five years ago, ESPN fired Rod Parker for wondering on-air if former
Washington Redskins quarterback RGIII was "a brother or a 'cornball ball.' Tony Kornheiser,
on his non-ESPN radio show, mocked the wardrobe of ESPN colleague Hannah Storm.
Kornheiser got suspended for two weeks.

On September 11, Jemele Hill, a co-anchor on the barely watched and highly-criticized
show, "SC6", went on social media to rant.  The show Hill appears on is one that has
come to define what ESPN is all about: anchors screaming, yelling, trashing others, and
trying so, so hard to make the show about themselves with hopes of getting an Applebee's commercial.

Hill, who is African-American, took to Twitter, a place where the self-important and
self-absorbed go to tell the world how funny, smart, and fabulous they are in 140
characters or less. Hill took aim at our nation's president, Donald Trump.

"Donald Trump is a white supremacist who has largely surrounded himself w/other white supremacists."

The 'likes' to her tweet started to roll in from her 870,000  followers. We are a world
addicted to 'likes' and Hill is no different, so feeling all good about herself, she kept on
tweeting.

Donald Trump is a bigot. Glad you could live with voting for him. I couldn't, because I
cared about more than just myself.

Interesting. Hill seemed to care more about herself and being some kind of hero to the
masses than the company she was representing.

This isn't the first time Hill has been in the eye of  a firestorm. In 2008, she wrote a column
for ESPN.com where she used an Adolph Hitler reference.

“Rooting for the Celtics is like saying Hitler was a victim. It’s like hoping Gorbachev
would get to the blinking red button before Reagan.”

ESPN suspended her back then saying, “Jemele has been relieved of her writing and
on-air responsibilities for a period of time to reflect on the impact of her words”

Fast forward to 2017, that same ESPN employee goes on a Twitter rant about the president
that included this:

He is unqualified and unfit to be president. He is not a leader. And if he were not white,
he never would have been elected.

This is sadly ironic, since there are many in the television industry who believe Hill
was never qualified to host a television show on ESPN, much less at a station in Erie, Pa.

Some say she is not a good anchor since many of the shows she's been on at ESPN were
cancelled and the program she is now a part of is close to unwatchable. 

And some feel that if she were not African-American, Hill would never have gotten to be
on SC6.  But hey, it's just an opinion. Hill gave her opinion about the president, so I guess
it's all right for others in the industry to have theirs. That's what the First Amendment is all about,
right?

Except that it wasn't all right when it came to Curt Schilling. Like Hill, he had been
suspended by ESPN for an inappropriate tweet which, ironically, included a reference to Hitler.

It's said only 5-10% of Muslims are extremists. In 1940, only 7% of Germans were Nazis.
How'd that go?" The text was superimposed of a red-tinted photo of Adolf Hitler.

Schilling got suspended for a tweet and Hill got sent home for using Hitler in a column that
appeared on ESPN.com. Fair enough, but I'm kind wondering what that  kid who used the
"Chink In The Armor" reference was thinking about this after he got canned.

Schilling, like Hill, is addicted to Twitter and they apparently cant' control their impulsiveness
when it comes to issues outside of sports. In 2015, at the height of the transgender
controversy in North Carolina, Schilling tweeted his opinion:

“A man is a man no matter what they call themselves. I don’t care what they are, who they
sleep with, men’s room was designed for the penis, women’s not so much. Now you need
laws telling us differently? Pathetic.”

That's his personal opinion and there are many people who believe Schilling was speaking
the truth, just as millions are supporting Hill for what they feel is the truth about the behavior
and ideology of the president.

ESPN didn't think that way about Schilling and fired him. "ESPN is an inclusive company
Curt Schilling has been advised that his conduct was unacceptable and his employment with
ESPN has been terminated.”

In the last of Hill's comments about the president of the United States, she believed that
Donald Trump is a white supremacist who has largely surrounded himself w/ other white supremacists.

Like Schilling, Hill had an opinion. Unlike Schilling, Hill got to keep her job. And ESPN's
statement about Hill's comments were far different than the one concerning Schilling.

"Jemele has a right to her personal opinions, but not to publicly share them on a platform
that implies that she was in any way speaking on behalf of ESPN. She has acknowledged
that her tweets crossed that line and has apologized for doing so. We accept her apology."

Wow.

Did ESPN forget about Hill's Hitler reference in an actual column published on ESPN.com
in 2008?

How come ESPN didn't accept the apology of Tony Kornheiser for his unflattering comments
about the wardrobe of Hannah Storm? If people thought Hill spoke the truth about the
president, then surely they had to think Kornheiser was spot on about Hannah's hideous choice
of professional clothing.

How come ESPN didn't accept the apology of Parker for asking if RGIII was a
'cornball brother',  whatever the hell that means?

What about Schilling's right to a personal opinion?

Why didn't ESPN accept Linda Cohn's apology for her inappropriate comments about the
political climate and how it affected ESPN?

Why didn't ESPN accept the apology that young kid who mistakenly wrote the "A Chink
In The Armor" headline on, of all places, a mobile platform?

That's because when it comes to handing out discipline in society it all depends on who you
are and represent.

We all want believe the rules are the same for everybody in business and the punishment
for  breaking them will be fair and consistent. But we all know that's not how it works in the
world, especially at ESPN.