Monthly Archives: May 2012

East meets Rest in Jersey.

Devils are beast of the East.

The purpose of this blog is to provide commentary on media, sports and entertainment (it says so in the upper right-hand corner in case you missed it) from the perspective of my own experiences. This week, however, I am bypassing the commentary portion and merely providing a summary of my own experiences.

Having lived in New Jersey for 12 years, which is now a measly 28.5% of my life, I’ve reached the point where it would take a death in the family to bring me back there. Sadly, that’s what happened last week when my 97.5 (Who counts half-years at that age? I do.) Grandmother passed away in California, rendering the services to be held in her home state of New Jersey.

Aside from two things: my Grandmother being gone and my being away from my wife and three kids, it was quite an amazing week. I might even suggest it was a perfect week – again, minus those two points that can’t be discounted.

I saw my two best friends from high school and their respective families and also saw many relatives I hadn’t seen since my previous visit in October 2004 (for my Grandmother’s 90th birthday party). Two relatives I saw were also in their 90s. I am amazed that so many in my family lived into their late 80s and 90s. Also I note that Italians seem to age very well. My Grandmother’s younger brother was looking spry at 89. He was a two-time New Jersey amateur state golf champion in his heyday. He still gets around on foot and by car. His hearing may be failing him but otherwise he’s the picture of perfect health.

I had wondered whether I’d ever set foot in new Yankee Stadium or the Prudential Center, aka “The Rock”. Mission accomplished on both.

New Hallowed Grounds

Yankee Stadium was as spectacular as advertised. It preserved all the aesthetic architectural qualities of the original house that Ruth built while adding modern amenities and conveniences, like a wide concourse that allows you to order food while still being able to see the action on the field. Rightly so, the park opens two hours before game time – which gives you plenty of time to take in the experience; you can read the passages of every monument in Monument Park. You can do what I did and ascend to the very top row of the stadium, and hold on for dear life in the process.

We also lucked our way into a Disney Magic NY Cruise video ad – where we and other Yankee fans offered our recorded greeting to would-be cruise passengers with a “Disney Magic” chant to the tune of the familiar “Let’s Go Yankees (or other East Coast team)”. We were told the video would air on the Disney Parks blog site last Friday but I have yet to see it. Ah well, it was fun anyway.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but think of the timing of my Grandmother’s passing and how it coincided with the New Jersey Devils Eastern Conference Finals series against the cross-river rival New York Rangers. The week before, I couldn’t have imagined from California that I’d be a part of the decisive Game 6 – but that’s what happened.

What a scene it was. In the old days of Devils-Rangers matchups in New Jersey, you might get as many as half the attendees representing the Rangers. However, now that the Devils have been in Jersey for 30 years, you have an entire generation of Jersey hockey fans whose home team is the Devils. Thus, my estimate at Game 6 was about 10-1 Devils fans – although in my particular row, it was the opposite for whatever reason. That made the victory more sweet though. For the most part, the banter was good-natured between the Devil and Ranger fans, though one fight nearly broke out. It was befitting of New Jersey that in the prototypical “Hey!” song they play after a goal, the Devil fan version is to follow the “Hey!” with “You suck!” I can’t say I joined in on that tradition, but I did laugh every time I heard it (3 times that game, as it were).

I was as impressed with the modern arena and the somewhat-revitalized Newark area (also featuring the NJ Performing Arts Center) as I was the atmosphere outside the arena before the game. A band playing, food concessions, face painting, professional photo-taking, kids playing street hockey – all right across the street from the arena entrance. Good times.

For good measure, I also enjoyed the Cole Porter tribute on Broadway, “Anything Goes”. As in often the case with matinee performances, we saw the understudy in the lead role, but who cares? She (Kiira Schmidt) was great! Same thing happened in 1998 when my wife and I saw Phantom of the Opera with the understudy. However, in ’95, my Grandmother went to see “How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying” and decided to trade in our tickets for the following week when we were told that Matthew Broderick’s understudy would be playing the lead role. For the record, of the plethora of Broadway shows I’ve been fortunate to see, I’ve seen Broderick twice (How To Succeed, Brighton Beach Memoirs) and his wife, Sarah Jessica Parker once (Annie).

As for “Anything Goes”, well, I have seen 42nd Street, A Chorus Line and Dancin’ – but I can’t recall seeing a better tap dance routine than the one performed to the title number of this show. Bravo. My mom was also amazed to discover that she had seen one of the show’s costars, John McMartin, nearly 50 years ago on Broadway in “Sweet Charity”. Impressive, both for McMartin and my mom.

Finally, my primary mission when visiting back East is to consume as often as humanly possible the many foods that I can’t get in California*. (*Some of the items below can be obtained in California but they aren’t nearly as good.)

Without further ado, here is the heralded food list; i.e., items I had while in New Jersey/New York. The only one I missed from my usual list was the Chinese food with crispy chow mien noodles. Once I ordered this in a Phoenix-area restaurant and the owner promptly came to my table and said, “You must be from back East.” Indeed.

Dessert selections at Carmine's on Broadway

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Jersey/New York Food Checklist:

  • Dunkin Donuts (including coffee)
  • Pizza (NY style – only had two slices all week)
  • Pastrami sandwich from Jewish deli (across the street from a Medieval Times)
  • Four kinds of kosher pickles
  • Knishes (Jewish deli AND Yankee Stadium)
  • Baked ziti
  • Italian bread
    NOTE: It’s reached the point where I can finally get some decent Italian bread in Northern California, but not with the sesame seeds like they have back East.
  • Sausage and peppers
  • Chicken oreganato
  • Stuffed artichoke (yum!)
  • Canolis
  • Tartufo
  • Italian cheesecake
  • Tailor ham, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich
  • “Jersey Burger” (Hamburger topped with Tailor ham)
  • Italian sub sandwich
  • Italian ice (three flavors: lemon, cherry and chocolate)
  • Corned beef on a poppy seed bagel
  • Italian style hot dogs (with peppers, potatoes and onions on Italian roll)
  • Carvel ice cream (including Pepsi float at Yankee Stadium and Devils souvenir cup)
  • Tastycakes (my suitcase was 6 lbs. overweight coming home so I had to carry them on)
  • Entenmann’s cakes
    (I know, you can get them in California - it took them a hundred years to get here - but not nearly the selection back East. See below. Back home, my local Nugget grocery store had two measly rows. My favorite are the chocolate devil’s food crumb donuts.)

Entenmann up, America!

Well, it’s great to be back home after such a whirlwind week. I can’t say I miss the food yet, since I brought so much of it home with me. I also can’t say I miss the humidity. Even on a 75-degree day back East you are drenched with perspiration. A three-shower day is not uncommon in summer.

I’m glad to be back with my family, but it was great to see cousins, aunts, uncles and childhood friends, Yankees, Devils, Broadway stars and more.

Thank you, Grandma and RIP.

Devils. Rangers? Enough said.

Metro-rivals.

I couldn’t wait. I wrote this a few days ago in anticipation of a NHL Eastern Conference rematch (from 1994) between the New Jersey Devils and the New York Rangers. Tonight the Rangers host Game 7 of their conference semifinal series with the stubborn Washington Capitals.

The Devils await the winner, having ousted another nearby rival, the Philadelphia Flyers. Those Devil fans, like myself, often lament being the under-appreciated and under-represented Metropolitan area team. Throughout their series with the Flyers, fans cited on message boards that the Flyers are owned by Comcast, which is owned by NBC, whose networks televise the NHL. This is often used by sports fans around the country to explain what they see as poor officiating – i.e., the fix is in, the refs have been notified by the commissioner that the networks want to see a certain team advance to the subsequent round. I’ll tell you, despite conspiracy theories about officiating – it did seem lopsided at times in favor of the Flyers. But the Devils overcame. There is no doubt that the networks wanted Flyers-Rangers or even Flyers-Caps in the EC Finals. They’ll get the Devils, like it or not.

As for New Jersey teams toiling in the shadow of the New York teams, there was a sustained stretch which Jason Kidd’s Nets were better than the Knicks. In 2004, the Nets swept the Knicks in the first round of the NBA playoffs. In 2006, the Devils swept the Rangers in the first round of the NHL playoffs.

What I will long remember, though, is that the 1994 Rangers Stanley Cup victory was treated by the media as the greatest championship in the history of sports. They were ESPN’s “Team of the Year” at the ESPY awards. Then, in ’95 when the Devils, coming off the 94 Conference championship Game 7 defeat at the hands of NY (Devils led series 3-2, Messier guaranteed victory), won the Cup in impressive fashion – having bested the ‘Legion of Doom’ Flyers in 6 games in the EC Finals and then the favored Red Wings and Steve Yzerman in the Finals – it barely got mentioned in New York.

I was back East during that month in ’95. I attended one of the Flyer playoff games at the Byrne Arena (as it was still called back then, I believe). The day after the Devils won the Cup, the line I’ll never forget was on the Mike and the Maddog New York radio program. They briefly mentioned the Devils win and Francesa cavalierly said, “It’s boring hockey.”

It was not.

“Boring hockey” was a reference to the Devils trapping system. In fact it was very rewarding to watch them shut down opponents. There were late-game dramatic goals, like the killer by Claude Lemieux to win Game 5 in Philadelphia with 47 seconds left. There was great goaltending by Martin Brodeur, who’s still going strong at age 40 as he vies for his 4th trophy.

In fact, this year’s Game 5 versus the Flyers reminded me of Game 6 in the ’95 Eastern Conference finals. The uniform colors were the same – only because the home teams wore white in pre lockout (2005) NHL. The Flyers scored first that day too… and then the Devils dominated. In the 3rd period it was trap, odd man rush, trap, odd man rush, repeat – just like in this year’s Game 5. Great stuff. I hope to see more of it soon, but as Tom Petty (or was it Martina Navratilova?) sang, the waiting is the hardest part.

One thing I’m tracking is that a Devils championship will get them a 4th Stanley Cup, which will match the number of Super Bowls won by the fellow New Jersey team (though they don’t carry the NJ brand), the New York football Giants, having just captured their 4th about 3 months prior. Also I will note that I didn’t really appreciate the New Jersey teams during the 12 years I lived there. I grew fondly sentimental (no, not quite Boston sentimental) for them well after I moved to the West Coast for the last time, after high school. 2003 was an especially good year for Jersey pride (should we call it “Jersey sure”? No.) when the NBA Nets won the East for the second straight year and played in the Finals and the Devils, still under-appreciated, beat the media darling Anaheim Mighty Ducks to win their third Stanley Cup.

Go Jersey!

Also, incidentally, I’ve seen commentary on a Devils forum I follow, to the effect of how NBC will despise a Devils-Phoenix Coyotes final series. I, on the other hand, have lived 12 years in Jersey and currently have a second home in Phoenix. So I would be delighted with that outcome. First things first, beat the Rangers (or Caps)!

Tiger snapshot test… again.

Always on, even when off.

It happened again. I call it the Tiger snapshot test – whereby you switch the channel to a golf event in which Tiger Woods is playing to see if the first image that appears on your screen is that of Tiger. Today, when I tuned in NBC at 12:17 PDT, indeed, the first image was of the white-shirted Woods, taking a couple practice swings, preparing for an approach shot. At the time I believe he was at least 7 or 8 shots behind the leaders but was getting full coverage, including the pre-shot routine (with most other players all you see is the shot, usually recorded).

Meanwhile, Ricky Fowler is validating his stellar play last week by vaulting into contention at the Players Championship today. Orange you glad he’s playing well again this week? (I’m officially disgruntled that nobody retweeted that line from yours truly after his win last week. I sent it to Tighlman, Faldo, Lerner, Whit Watson, GolfonNBC and Golfchannel.)

Hannity nails the Obamachotomy.

"Nothing but excuses."

It was stream-of-consciousness Youtubing earlier this evening, starting with Michelle Malkin’s daily email-featured video highlight of her on Fox and Friends. You know how it goes, once you click that one, your given a preponderance of related videos.

By about the fifth or sixth video, I’d rewound the calendar (deliberate mixed metaphor, for fun) about a month or two when something struck me that Hannity said during one of his weekly segments with Michelle Malkin and some awful Left Wing token hack, I think Tamara Holder was her name.

Hannity cited how incredulous he is over how the great one, or “The One” – our current President, who walked on water all the way to the White House, portending to become the single greatest President in U.S. history – somehow seems to issue, or his surrogates do, one excuse after the other. It’s Bush’s fault. It’s the Republican House of Representative’s fault, etc. (Sidebar: Funny how the Dems so easily blame the Republican House which has been a majority for barely over a year, yet no Dem ever cites the Democrat House and Senate for the last two years of Bush’s presidency, when the spending and bailouts really got out of whack.)

This was an astute observation – and it reminded me of an analogy to the “duped by Bush” dichotomy of the 2004 election season. Remember how that one went? On the one hand, Bush was dumb – probably the dumbest president of all time. That was according to one Left Wing narrative. Yet, on the other hand, Bush was so savvy that he duped a bunch of Democrats in Congress into voting for the Iraq War. Duped by a dummy? Then how dumb does that make the Congressional Democrats?

It’s fascinating stuff when one is able to sift through the rhetoric to find these curious juxtapositions. Obama the Greatest, who was surely so great he would overcome any obstacle to fundamentally transform us with hope and change. Yet he and his cronies and media surrogates offer nothing but excuses as to why he didn’t get it done, and by extension, why he deserves four more years to get it done.

Fascinating, don’t you think? There’s a lot more of it to come and I, for one, hope Romney picks up on this Obama-dichotomy, or Obamachotomy for short, in the near future.

Finally, Fowler is NOT Kournikova of men’s golf.

Orange you glad I won?

It’s post #360, meaning if blog posts were degrees, we’d have come full circle.

On that note, at last, Ricky Fowler has a won to compliment his bevy of endorsements. In truth, I’m being harsh when I say he “finally” won; he’s only been on tour a couple years. Some players never win on tour, but then those players rarely get the type of notoriety Fowler had before he won.

Take D.A. Points, whom Fowler beat (along with World #1 Rory McIlroy) in a playoff to win the Wells Fargo Championship. He has one career win on tour, which came in 2011, and how many endorsements did he have?

The popularity of Fowler, often referred to as a “fan favorite,” has mostly been based on his looks and his particular look – an “edgy” and “hip” persona that includes baggy, bright-colored clothing and a crookedly-worn cap. Today, that’s not just a look, it’s a look of victory.

No doubt looks plays a role even in the men’s game when it comes to endorsements. Look no further than Camillo Villegas as an example (he does have a couple nice FedEx Cup event wins to back the endorsements).

I wonder if, in England, Robert Rock gets more endorsements than other contemporaries based on his movie star look. Rock is one of the very few players left in the game who don’t wear caps – which not only offer sun protection but, more importantly, the real estate on which to plaster 2 or 3 endorsements. It’s got to be Rock’s locks that preclude him from sporting the cap. There must’ve been a concerted calculation that determined that he stood to make more in endorsements by not wearing the hat and showing off the wavy hair than  he would by wearing a hat that would directly promote brand names yet cover up the handsome hair.

Meanwhile, in America, Fowler not only sports the Puma cap (there was a time when I first noticed Puma’s resurgence and asked someone wearing it if he was a Detroit Lions fan), he slightly twists the cap to make it more young and brazen. Whatever, I respect individuality and its various expressions.

Speaking of American golf and hats, the last US PGA tour player I can recall who didn’t wear a cap was Ted Tryba – and sure enough, he, like Rock, had a signature hairstyle to showcase. Good stuff.

Now, in a related story, I have recently noted that Natalie Gulbis, whom long ago I dubbed “The Kournikova of golf” due to her plethora of endorsements (also based on looks) and corresponding shortage of tour wins, has been appearing on first pages of leaderboards this season. So I’m encouraged by this development, so to speak, as well.

In fact, Gulbis made a nice Sunday run to the first page of the leaderboard of the Kraft Nabisco in March. Soon after I saw her on the first page of another event, so the Nabisco was no fluke.

It’s nice to see the records of Gulbis and Fowler – who just before his win on Sunday I had dubbed “The Gulbis of men’s golf” (or, by default, “The Kournikova of men’s golf”) – at least somewhat validate the looks-based endorsements they’d previously garnered. As a result of Sunday’s impressive win (he’d had a close 2nd or two before), I will no longer refer to him by this moniker.

I’m sure he’s so relieved.

As for Gulbis, well, hey, there doesn’t have to be a Kournikova of golf, so I hope she sheds that label (so she won’t have to shed her clothes to make money) with which I’ve saddled her soon.

Ironically, the most misused word is “ironic”.

Isn't it ironic? No I really don't think.

Irony, in a nutshell, is man-bites-dog. It is that which is the opposite of the expected. By definition, it rarely occurs. Yet one can rarely make it through a sports telecast without hearing a broadcaster use the term.

The Yankee telecasts have been notorious for having commentators misuse the phrase. In the past it was the great Jim Kaat. Also Kenny Singleton throws it around haphazardly. Today it was studio man and consummate pro Bob Lorenz who, during the highlight segment who told us that, ironically, last season Robinson Cano hit a grand slam off the same pitcher against whom he hit a grand slam today.

It’s merely coincidence, Bob. There’s nothing even remotely ironic about it. That is how the term is typically misused, as NY Post columnist Phil Mushnick once explained to me, in place of coincidence.

I recall back in the 90s there was some comedic discussion over Alanis Morissette’s hit song “Ironic” and how few if any of the happenstances described were actual examples of irony. Rain on your wedding day? I suppose that would be ironic under very specific conditions: like you scheduled your wedding day in summer in a desert location (though they do have monsoons in summer) where it hadn’t rained in years, and then, only on said wedding day did it rain, then not again for a lengthy period. Otherwise, it’s just like the other events described in the song; it’s basically a bad break.

Ironically (or is it?), I even ended a recent post with the term “ironic” and even I may have misused it.

The final Rattlesnake Run

"Don't tread on me!"

I tried my first hike of the season in a desperate attempt to lose the 20 lbs. I gained since last Fall in one weekend (mission not accomplished but I did lose 6 lbs. over the weekend). Most of the Serrano trails are paved, but there are a few areas where dirt/gravel offshoots exist. One of them I dubbed, “The Rattlesnake Run” because last year it wasn’t very cut-down and so I would high-step my way through and hope for the best.

Wouldn’t you know it? This year, the path had been cut down, so I thought I could cooly take my time and walk the path – and THAT’S when I came within 2 or 3 feet of a 3-4 foot rattlesnake crawling right across the path. I’d already hiked the two tough hills and jogged the brief portion of the trail that’s adjacent to the main road (so the drivers of vehicles will think I’m a real athlete). I didn’t have much gas left in the tank, but when this fella turned and put itself in strike position, I let out a girlish yelp and turned and ran back up the hill from which I came.

In retrospect, I’m amazed by how calm I was right before I decided to turn and run. All that missing was my yelling, “Run away!” As the sidekick of Brave Sir Robin once sang, “When danger reared it’s ugly head, he turned his tail and then he fled.”

Out of breath and ready to keel over, I vowed I would never again veer from the paved trails.

Today, I happened across this rattler – it’s the beautiful Northern Pacific rattlesnake; except for the head shape and the rattle-tail, it can easily be mistaken for the California Kingsnake with its similar markings. It was going across the asphalt path, so it was easy to spot. I saw it much sooner and was even able to get up fairly close and snap its picture. It was oblivious; it was on the prowl for food. Given that it was in the same general vicinity as the one that scared me out of my shoes, and that it was the same size, it could’ve in fact been the same one.

Punchline: when I got home, my keen eyes for spotting their patterns did me well as I spotted a baby rattler on the side of my house. Mistakenly, when we landscaped the backyard 9 years ago, we had the landscapers put the real rocks on the side of the house that isn’t used. What we were really doing was authorizing a rattlesnake habitat. This was the second I’d seen on the side of the house; two years ago I even found the hatched egg from which it came.

Spooky sight after my relative killed the snake and scooped it on to the shovel. It was still moving and the head was still biting. The effect was positively eerie.

Incidentally, if you’re scoring at home, the rattlesnake found in the yard puts the rattlesnake in the lead in terms of snakes we’ve found on our premises over the 9 years we’ve lived here. It’s rattlesnakes 2 (backyard), California kingsnake 1 (courtyard), Gopher snake 1 (garage).

Mush Hush cont.: Knee-jerk black reax

"Shut your mouth, @Distd2!"

I found myself in the middle of the firestorm as I tried to defend favorite columnist Phil Mushnick’s column which applied words commonly used in Jay-Z’s rap songs to a hypothetical, “Why not go all out with the acceptance of Jay-Z and use these words in the Nets’ team name and the name of its dance team?”

Some people understood the satire and the point it was making. Predictably, however, others were indignant and calling for the silencing. I.e., firing, of the man who merely quoted Jay-Z’s lyrics.

A guy called Bomani Jones who apparently is on ESPN offered an analogy I didn’t quite understand. He wrote something like, “Mushnick wouldn’t write this about Francis Ford Coppola if he was part owner of a sports team.”

Francis Ford Coppola? Okay, I think I see what Jones is saying – that Coppola, as well of Scorsese, have made violent movies about Italian mafia and you might even argue that they glorified the violence. I would argue that they merely depicted the violence and ugliness of mafioso activities.

There’s a parallel to be drawn, I suppose, to rap music which purports to do the same: merely depict the violence and ugliness around which many rappers grew up. Even if we concede this as the altruistic intent of rap music, then it seems as though it’s not having the intended effect. By this I mean that I don’t recall a bunch of Italian kids shooting and stabbing each other outside the movie theaters where ‘The Godfather’ and ‘Goodfellas’ played. Nor do I see Italian kids inspired by those films to become gangsters. I mean, this may be naive of me but is there even a mafia left in this country?

Meanwhile, there seems to be a gang-related shooting outside (or inside) every rap concert. Now why is that if the intent is to dissuade people from gang activity?

Sure, Bomani told me on Twitter that I should shut my mouth because I don’t even listen to rap music so, naturally, I just don’t get what it’s really about. I hope Jones is correct. I hope that because I don’t listen to rap (though I do tend to enjoy the songs when they appear in movies), then I’ve simply missed the part where the Jay-Zs tell the listener: “Don’t do this stuff. This stuff is bad. You shouldn’t do this.”

I’ve hopefully missed the rap songs with positive messages. Hopefully Jay-Z has just as many songs I don’t know about called, “Treat Your Woman With Respect” and “Be Cool With Cops”.

Then again, if he did, would anybody buy them?

Meanwhile, during the lively dispute, a guy named “Retreaux + Genius” with the Twitter handle “@JohnAmosForever” (I love John Amos – both in “Good Times” and “The Jeffersons”) chimed in to echo Bomani’s sentiments that Mushnick and I should be silenced and he also cited “negative media” coverage of rap as the reason people like me don’t get it.

“Negative media?” I replied.

The mainstream media slobbers all over Jay-Z and other rap stars. I mean, what editing would they have to do to distort rap as something negative? Simply report the gang-related violence it engenders? I would suggest you wouldn’t have to do any editing like NBC did to the Zimmerman 911 call tape. The editing that is done is to edit out the profanities and misogynistic imagery portrayed in rap, to sanitize it as something every bit as legitimate as any other pop song.

Yet still people think it’s “negative media”.

First of all, could it simply be that rap music itself is negative? No, it has to be that it is only portrayed as such by the media. (Ugh!)

Second, I would guess that people who think rap music gets bad press also believe the President gets bad press, whereas, say, Romney and Palin and Bush got GREAT press coverage - complete with thrills going down the media’s collective legs!

Look, I haven’t walked in their shoes, I haven’t been randomly pulled over, I haven’t had cabs go whizzing by without stopping – well, yes I have actually. Nevertheless I still can’t see how people can see things that aren’t there, I.e., negative media coverage of rap music and the President, when both receive overly, mockishly deferential coverage. No one, afterall, wants to be accused of racism.

Another ridiculous analysis of the column offered by some on the discussion board was that “white people like Mushnick are upset that blacks now own that word and so they can’t use it themselves”.

Um, no. Mushnick and I are offended by the word and we don’t want anyone to use it. Heck, I’m more offended by that word than I am of anything you might call me: Wop, Dago, Greaseball, Honky, Whitey, Cracker. None of those terms are more offensive to me than the n-word.

That’s the point here. We’re being good upstanding citizens and as a result we receive the knee-jerk reaction that we’re racists. So so sad.

Just to be fair and balanced, here are some earlier points I’ve made about rappers making good actors, criticizing Conservatives for calling Farrakhan and his ilk “racist” and also criticizing Conservatives for slamming the great Morgan Freeman.

Bottom line for me is this: If you don’t want a columnist occasionally quoting your lyrics, then don’t write them. I mean, why be in high dungeon when someone merely quotes the lyrics? Accept that this goes with the territory and get over it. Nobody’s taking a cent away from Jay-Z, no one is threatening his free speech. On the contrary, the free speech of Mushnick, who merely quoted Jay-Z’s free speech, is now being threatened by the same people who would celebrate Jay-Z’s free speech.

Monday update – Postscript: Mushnick, thankfully, has not been hushed by his employer the NY Post. His two regular Sunday columns and his Monday column were published; business as usual. No apologies or sensitivity training were mandated. He even doubled down on his Jay-Z criticisms with more critiques of another favorite target of his, Al Sharpton, in his TV column on Sunday. Bold and brave indeed.

“Fair shot. Fair share.” Crowd goes wild!

"You da' Man!"

It’s a parody of itself: the fawning and gushing and leg-thrilling moments of the President’s re-election campaign. He gets up there and offers inanities like, “Fair shot” and “Fair share” – and the crowd goes insane for the greatest man in the history of civilization.

It instantly reminded me of the 1988 Saturday Night Live skit where George Bush (played by Dana Carvey in the early stages of his portrayal) is debating Michael Dukakis (played by Jon Lovitz, who recently made news with his criticism of Obama’s punishing of success through excessive taxation desires). In the skit, Bush, riding the coattails of predecessor Ronald Reagan, is basically running out the clock, repeating the phrases, “Stay the course” and “A thousand points of light.”

Except in Obama’s case, it’s no parody.

“Everyone deserves a fair shot. Everyone should do his fair share.”

Wow? That’s it? My legs are numb from having no thrill shooting up and down them.

Now if only someone – Seth Meyers, hello? Are you there? You are the head comedy writer for SNL, right? – would offer up the parody of the parody. (Crickets chirp.)

There is another point to made about the media’s coverage of the Presidential race. During the Republican primaries a lot was made (mostly by Republican candidates and Conservative pundits) about the “ceiling” for Mitt Romney. It shouldn’t be overlooked that Obama clearly has a floor. There is some number, probably around 40% of the electorate, that would vote for him no matter what. He’s simply that awe-inspiring. Again, he shows up and says “Fair shot!” and “Fair share!” and he’s Churchillian to these people. Positively amazing.

I come back to my point from earlier in the week that it’s a popularity contest. Again, this morning on Fox News Sunday, I didn’t hear anyone bring this up. Chris Wallace asked his panel why Obama is avoiding his record. He also asked why blaming everything on Republicans didn’t work in the 2010 mid-term elections.

And no one offered the correct answer: because it’s the MAN for whom they’re voting. It doesn’t translate to the mid-year congressional and gubernatorial races. It just doesn’t.

I have a feeling this one’s going to be more about personality than any campaign in history – yes, even the famous Kennedy-Nixon TV debate election of 1960. This is why Seth and Lorne Michaels and their Lefty pals have begun the personality caricatures of Romney – i.e., Richie Rich, wooden and stiff, can’t connect with the common people, and why SNL has not done a single parody that would present anything the least bit negative about Obama. There’s a method to the madness.

The media will do whatever it takes to make sure Obama has more than a “fair shot” and does not receive his “fair share” of negative coverage. He’s THE MAN! The One! The Only!

And it’s why Obama will seemingly spend as much time on the Late Night and morning show sets clowning with the Fallons, Kimmels, Lettermans and Lauers as he does speaking to the Toms, Dicks, Harries and Sallies of the country and its 57 states.

THAT’S why he doesn’t have to run on his record. He shows up and people scream like he’s Elvis or the Beatles – of course they actually were able to run on their records, so to speak.

Mush hush? Say it ain’t so.

Don't mute the messenger!

I was on a New York Yankee fan forum when I saw a thread about the New York Post and racism – I thought nothing of it; I figured it’s some Lefty complaining about the Rupert Murdoch Conservative ties to the paper in general.

So, the mention of the Post made me realize I hadn’t read today’s column by favorite columnist Phil Mushnick of the New York Post. Earlier in the week, as I do on a regular basis, I emailed Mushnick with my comments on the Brooklyn Nets new “urban” jersey colors. He sent a reply that included an exclusive sneak preview of what would become the controversial comment from today’s column.

Even after I read the column, I still did not immediately put two and two together and realize the Yankee forum fan comments were referencing THIS column – and I’m quoted in the column.

I thought nothing of the commentary because the misogyny of Jay-Z and many others like him has been a regular theme for Mushnick’s column. He has used the n-word (“bleeped” print version) to make his point on many occasions as well. I don’t see why this particular article would get him in trouble, unless it’s the first time anybody noticed. I mean, the flap over this makes Mushnick’s point even more astute. It’s okay for Jay-Z to use the n-word and refer to women as B’s and Hos, but it’s not okay for Mushnick to use the words, even when he specifically is citing Jay-Z’s use of the words juxtaposed with his acceptance in mainstream culture despite them???

What the hell???

Mushnick quoted my comment: “How will the Nets know which jerseys are the alternate black jerseys for nationally-televised games if they wear black every day?”

My comment was a play on another common Mushnick theme: the appeal of black sports uniforms to gangsta types, the preponderance of alternate black jerseys as targeted attempts to appeal to said gangstas and Nike’s insistence that college teams – even those with colors in their team nicknames (Blue Devils, Red Storm, Yellow Jackets, Cardinal, Scarlet Knights) - wear black for nationally-televised games.

I even noted how McDonald’s seemed to embrace the “urban” look when it went to “McEdgier” all-black uniforms (must be hot behind those friers).

I searched for news items on this. I found this James King blog entry on Village Voice, which includes Mushnick’s response to a reader – which I appreciated. Also note the commentary thread that ensues, including some who are incredulous that anyone could’ve first heard the n-word from a hip-hop artist. (Fortunately, King spared my comment in the column from any criticism.)

I mean he is basically QUOTING Jay-Z’s song lyrics. How can you get in trouble for that? It almost seems like some sort of entrapment. I mean if a white dude is walking down the street singing Jay-Z’s songs out loud, will he be arrested for a hate crime?

Well, if – Heaven forbid – this was Mushnick’s last column, at least I can say I was a part of it.

The bottom line is this: people should be outraged by Jay-Z’s lyrics and should be demanding that he not record songs with such inflammatory language if they don’t want a columnist to quote those lyrics. I recently rode the train and sat next to three African-American youths, and every other word they openly and proudly used in front of all of us passengers was “n” and “b”. (The young woman even talked about how her boyfriend used to beat her in places on her body that couldn’t be seen by the public.) I was offended by this, and so is Mushnick. That’s the point here. We’re not the racists, we are offended by racist language.

Alas, I get that it’s a Catch-22 for Jay Z. I mean if he made records called, “Cool with Cops” or “Treat Women with Respect” - would anybody buy them?