Hazing can be good for you
How a rookie Indians pitcher got shot while riding the team bus in weird enough, but how he avoided serious injury is very amusing:

[Team spokesman Bart] Swain said all of Cleveland's rookies were dressed in cheerleader outfits as part of an annual ritual -- Denney's choice was Southern California -- and the mood on the bus was jovial until Denney was shot. ...

Swain said the team's trainers thought the high white boots Denney was wearing as part of his cheerleader outfit may have prevented a more serious injury. The bullet didn't lodge very far into Denney's leg, and trainers were able to remove it before he went to the hospital.


And in another baseball note, it was fascinating watching Vin Scully do play-by-play on two games at once last night. He was calling the action as usual for the Rockies-Dodgers game, but since this is the time for scoreboard watching, you could tell he had the telecast of the Giants-Padres in the booth and giving updates in that game in between the action at Chavez Ravine. It was very entertaining, considering I didn't find the Padres game on my other TV until after the Dodgers finished. And it was amazingly seamless and calm; to think, many announcers can barely call the game in front of him, and Vin is doing double duty just when the action is getting good.

Fantasy football pervades the comics pages once again.

A couple more thoughts from the Texas trip
-- Is the radio industry slowly replacing Power, Lite, Kiss and the letter-number combo in favor of real names (much like pro wrestling biting the bullet and naming the characters their actual names)? I've already lauded the new Dave FM here in Atlanta (and there's a similarly named station in Canada as well).

In Dallas, I stumbled across Jack FM, which is even more eclectic than Dave FM. It seems even more like a CD collection or iPod on shuffle. While driving around Friday, I heard the incongruous 1-2 punch of Lita Ford's Kiss Me Deadly and ABBA's Mamma Mia. And, yes, there was some Led Zeppelin on the station later, so the station could be mistaken for KFSL -- Fossil 103 since it does play "Classic hits from Abba to Zeppelin, comma, Led."

Somewhat fitting, I heard White Wedding on that station after the wedding Saturday, but just before that I heard this '90s classic. Yup, this is definitely someone's iPod on shuffle.

-- Coincidentally, I noticed a couple of people from my flight out Friday morning who were also on my return trip Sunday morning. It wasn't hard to pick them out since they wore the same clothes on both legs of the trip. And those clothes easily identified who they were. They happened to be these guys celebrating their 25th anniversary. However, I have no idea if they stayed at a Holiday Inn while they were in the Metroplex.

I forgot to post this the other day, but it's a story like this that shows exactly how big college football is down in Atlanta, even the bye weeks.

By the power vested in me by the state of Texas, which shan't be messed with ...
I was in the Dallas area this weekend for Brian's wedding (congrats to the groom and his lovely bride Christine). It was a nice ceremony, and it was nice to be a part of the celebration.

But besides wedding stuff, there were still some interesting observations from being in the Metroplex for a couple of days:
-- Most of the stuff took place in Lewisville, just a few miles north of DFW Airport, and a suburb that's a definite salute to commerce. There was a big mall right outside our hotel, not to mention all the requisite big box retailers and chain sit-down restaurants. While driving around to find the church, we thought we had done a loop since there we encountered two Wal-Marts during the four-mile drive. We realized we were wrong since the first one we saw probably could've housed three indigenous populations, the second one, possibly only a splinter group.
-- A picture to come soon, but it appeared that they were building a highway to heaven outside our hotel. There's a massive highway project going on in the area, and from the angle of the supports currently built, it appeared they were trying to launch something into the sky.
-- After the wedding, my friend Jeremy and I went to Ameriquest Field to see Ichiro get his 250th hit. It's a nice stadium, although it looks a lot different in person than on TV -- it feels more closed in because of the offices in center field, and the upper right field stands seem massive compared to other upper outfield sections.
(It was a good excuse to see a sporting event in town, and it saved me the indignity of watching NU get put through the wood chipper -- although I caught a couple minutes of it on WGN getting out of the stadium. Yes, I could pick up WGN in Arlington, Texas. Thank God for AM radio.)
-- I thought about getting some Rangers memorabilia, but I couldn't find a player t-shirt in my size of Mark Teixeira or Francisco Cordero. They did have plenty of other options, though. While I understand having an Alfonso Soriano, Hank Blalock, Kenny Rogers and even Laynce Nix, I wondered who was buying the Ryan Drese, R.A. Dickey, Rod Barajas, Kevin Mench and especially the Jeff Nelson shirts.
-- The most intriguing part of the experience, though, was the free giveaway outside the stadium that might've made Dwight happy: There were people outside the stadium handing out free pork on a stick (and even squeezing some barbecue sauce if you so wanted). Not sure why they used this venue to promote pork awareness, but it worked for me.

It's been a strange week in the obit pages. It's definitely not Ronald Reagan and Ray Charles, that's for sure.

Instead, it's one of Roger Ebert's heroes and a guy who put Cobb County, Georgia on the map for me. (It's interesting that one of the first obits for him was from the Paulding County site (a neighboring county).

It's good to see someone else wonders why there are so many sportswriters at the heart of sitcoms, even though sports is hardly at the heart of their shows (with the exception of George Costanza playing Tony Kornheiser, and that shows epitomizes the word average). How many athletes do you see on many of these shows featuring sportswriters as the central figure?

I suppose if they were sports editors, they'd have to force them into an office. It is interesting to see how little we see of many of our site's writers in the office (even before the move), but in many cases, as long as you're set up in a home office, what's the need to commute in?

And now that I think of it, maybe that's why Sports Night was only slightly groundbreaking. Instead of having the sports folks at home, they're actually in an office and living out the same interpersonal relationships on a work level. In other words, it's a second family. You're now covering the "other" life of Ray Barone, George Owens or Oscar Madison -- although Sorkin found a way to make it seem more like a drama than a breezy sitcom.

Is it live or is it television?
There was a brief uproar yesterday when the local station that airs Jeopardy! pre-empted the show for Hurricane/TS Ivan coverage. It was amusing that the station got plenty of calls about it when the newscasters said a couple of minutes into when the show would've aired that the station would air both Thursday and Friday episodes back-to-back today. Now I know why the crawl works much better for many viewers; many of these people probably tuned out when they didn't see Ken's face and instead saw the local news team on the screen. I guess there are many people like this guy or satirized in this song.

During the explanation for the pre-emption, one of the newscasters said something to the effect that, "Ken doesn't lose today anyway so it's not like you're missing anything," and then went on to discuss the rumors briefly before going back to regular coverage.

It got me thinking that while all those rumors are out there, many people still want to watch his run, how long it goes, how it happens, etc., even though the end won't be when they're watching it. And in a similar vein, the actual World Series of Poker took place months ago and the winner got plenty of attention in the news, but many of us are still captivated by watching it on ESPN. (Unfortunately, I've gotten hooked on the show, too.) In both cases, we know (or supposedly know) what's going to happen and yet we want to watch.

Yet when it comes to the Olympics, at least for me, if I know the result ahead of time, I may or may not watch. But NBC sorta banks on the assumption that people will watch even if they know the results ahead of time (although they do their best to hide it from their coverage, but it's hard to do so thanks to today's instant information age). So not only has NBC treated some of its Olympics coverage like The West Wing or ER, it also makes it like a well-publicized game show or even the old Superstars competition (usually taped weeks in advance).

It begs the question why am I (and many people) so up in arms that NBC tries to package the Olympics as a show we'll watch even if we know the results in advance (in contrast to almost every other major sporting event we want to watch live), yet we'll eat up Ken's Jeopardy run and the WSOP, knowing what will happen, at least the basics of it.

I guess it's because when you watch a live sporting event, the result is the biggest thing (and the part that makes news) and all the details help accentuate it and add color to the viewing experience. In many cases, if you didn't see it but then saw a score or a result, you walk away satisfied. You can see highlights or read about it later if you really want to.

When it comes to Jeopardy! or the WSOP, the result is seemingly secondary (although Ken's run is challenging that assumption). Sure, Ken wins some ungodly amount of money in a day or Fossil Man wins the grand prize, but the journey is more interesting than the result. The how is more compelling than the what.

Plus, I think things like Jeopardy!, WSOP, and other game or reality shows seem to occur in its own universe of time and space. They air when they air, and we live with that fact and enjoy it for that moment independent of any other time (like many TV shows). Sporting events occur in the here and now, it's news, except that it's actually scheduled. So when it happens live, we want to know it happened and the result in due time.

I suppose the Olympics occupy a strange netherworld, at least in NBC's eyes. Those drawn to basketball and soccer, for instance, demand live coverage of their events because they're sports fans and are used to that. But the assumption is that those drawn to "Olympic" sports aren't necessarily sports fans and aren't beholden to the here and now of live coverage. You might as well milk the ratings when it's convenient as opposed to when it actually happens. If the WSOP can grab huge ratings for something that happened months in advance, could the Olympics be next?

I’m like a bird

So how do I celebrate/relax/whatever now that the Olympics are over? How about racking up more than 5,000 miles on Delta in a week. It was a wild travel week that really only came together after I had come back from my NJ-DC double shot just a month ago.

The first part of the trip was to talk to some people at a company near a large Otis elevator shaft and Lake Compounce theme park (where I ended up for that company’s picnic by some fluke). Those who can put it together will have an idea of where I went. I’ll have more updates on the actual business part of that trip later on when events warrant.

I got to that part of the trip by flying Song, Delta’s “low fare” offshoot airline. After that trip, I felt ripped off having to fly the mother ship home (and on the second half of my frequent flyer week). The no first-class thing was cool, mainly because everyone gets those leather-type seats.

But the real kicker is the Dish Network at each seat (rivaling JetBlue's offering of DirecTV). While I did watch a little TV on the flight (although no USA Network to catch up on the US Open), I spent most of my time dominating an NTN-like music trivia game -- multiple choice, touch screen to select answers, your seat number is listed alongside your score/answer/etc. I was waiting for one of my fellow passengers to come over and see who was going Ken Jennings on him or her.

Song also had a bunch of streaming audio channels, which were slightly better than the prepackaged music selections on your favorite airlines, if only because the playlists were longer, not necessarily better. In some cases, the music channels played full albums, which was nice; other times, it was just a mishmash sorta under one umbrella (for instance, the rock channel somehow included AC/DC, Hole, Warrant and Creed all in the same mix). The ‘80s channel had three albums streamed: Born in the USA, Night and Day, and Colour by Numbers. Guess which one I actually own? Sad, ain’t it.

Part 2: Vegas, baby, Vegas

The second trip of the week had me flying out to Las Vegas for the Fantasy Sports Trade Association conference. Somehow because of schedules, I have now attended it on an every-other-year basis. Instead of it being in Chicago as in years past, it went out to Sin City, partly because it coincided with another event run by the organizers. But, heck, it was in Vegas, that’ll bring people out there, and it attracted a record number of companies, including one that stuck to the Vegas theme by trotting out a bunch of girls to sell itself (unfortunately, I have zero idea of what they do, but the thought was nice).

I got into Vegas in the middle of the afternoon on Wednesday, and avoided the temptation to lose money at the slots in the airport. However, I did take advantage of another amenity at McCarran -- the ability to check into my hotel room at the Flamingo from their desks in the baggage claim area. It also got me access to the airport shuttle to get me to the hotel in just a few minutes (as opposed to the hour or so it took one of my colleagues because it stopped everywhere on the Strip).

Once I walked seemingly a mile across the sixth floor of the hotel to get to my room, it was on to exploring the area before the conference started. I hadn’t been in Vegas in more than 15 years (to put it into perspective, the Mirage was still being built when I was there), so it was a lot different than I remembered, but I also knew there was plenty to keep me occupied.

I ended up walking the Strip north from the Flamingo to Circus Circus in 105-degree heat (which honestly didn’t seem anywhere as uncomfortable walking the 6-7 blocks from the Washington Plaza to the Washington Convention Center in icky DC humidity last month). I stopped at a few casinos here and there, doing well at video poker at Caesar’s Palace and breaking even for the most part on the slots and such everywhere else. I also partook in the ¾-pound hot dog at Westward Ho (Total cost with a soda: $2.50), which was worth every nickel, meaning it was cheap and tasted that way. Just imagine fusing together the contents of a few cans of Vienna sausages together and you got this hot dog.

The dinner to open the conference was fine (dang hot dog killed some of the appetite), and it was interesting to hear special guest Napoleon McCallum talk about his career and the gruesome injury that ended it.

After dinner, it was off to go bond with some of the other folks from the conference in a place that has to be seen to be believed (there is some stuff that stays in Vegas).

Most of Thursday was spent doing conference stuff, attending panels, etc. However, I was able to steal a few minutes to cash in my winnings at Caesar’s from the day before (and then win another $9 on video poker for good measure). And since it was the season opener for Northwestern and BC, of course I was going to put some money down for the heck of it. Now I know why I don’t usually bet on sports.

Both bets were more from the heart since I’m an NU alum and my brother is a BC alum. I didn’t realize BC was on the road at Ball State until it was too late, and by then, well, they didn’t cover the spread and they barely scored what the spread actually wasy.

As for NU-TCU, I missed most of the game because I was doing a fantasy draft (and putting together a really good team in the process -- which means I’ll go 4-9 or something like that), but I saw a few glimpses of early in the second half before going to the Hard Rock for dinner. I jumped over to the bar to check out the score, figuring I had lost for sure. Instead, I was floored to see the game go into overtime, and Brian Huffman mimicking NCAA 2005 Brian Huffman by missing short field goals all over the place. What made it worse was that I only had the money line on NU. So not only did my team lose, I didn’t even cash in on them covering the spread.

After deciding not to go partying again with some of the guys from the night before, I ended up doing a little walking down by some of the places I didn’t see the day before like the Bellagio, Paris and Bally’s. Eventually, I ended back at the Flamingo opting to play black jack instead of trying to get a couple of hours of sleep before having to catch a really early shuttle back to the airport. It paid off at the end as I won $150, more than making up for the botched football bets earlier in the evening. Sleep? That’s what the plane was for, and I think I did well on that end on my way home.

I’ve got a few pictures from the trip that may get posted one of these days. However, after that trip, I know I’ll be back in Vegas sooner rather than later. I still have the south part of the Strip, not to mention downtown, left to see.

A couple of other Vegas thoughts and observations:
-- I’ve never been on a flight that had as much energy as the one I took to Vegas, especially compared to the ones I’ve taken recently to places not Vegas.
-- It’s weird to see the dress code just go all over the place, even among some of the folks I was with. While most of us weren’t overly dressed up, a bunch of us did have the business casual going (at least at night) or casual business (replace the khakis with shorts or jeans, depending on your comfort with the heat). And then there were the t-shirts and workout shorts on some. And honestly, no one looked out of place, it just depended on where you went.
-- Maybe because I wasn’t in any hurry to get anywhere, but the Strip wasn’t too bad from a walking perspective. Vegas isn’t a New York in terms of walkability, but it serves a decent purpose, although I guess withstanding afternoon temperatures in the 90s and 100s isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.
-- Did I mention that I want to go back?

Here come da judge
Steve B came up with a good point that judging in diving is a lot more on the level compared to gymnastics and figure skating. The more I think about it, diving probably shouldn't be thrown in the same boat as the other two when it comes to eliminating judged sports from the Olympics.

When it comes down to it, you can easily figure out the math in diving scores. Since it's so transparent how the scores are determined, it's a lot easier to ferret out a bad judge or two. In fact, it appears diving combines the best aspects of the judging in gymnastics and figure skating.

Like figure skating, you get to see every judge's scores (although the FIS has changed those rules somewhat), and like gymnastics, the winner is the competitor with the most points. Unlike either sport, the judges aren't afraid to use the entire 1-10 scale, plus the degree of difficulty is factored in addition to the judges' scores and is well in the open, so there isn't that shroud of secrecy like in the case of the botched start value like in the men's all-around.

I am amused that figure skating coverage never really explains how the scoring is done other than seeing all of those 5.somethings and the 6's. It all comes down to an altered version of roto baseball scoring, except that judges are involved and they're determining the places. Why is the math so convoluted that we just have to take Scott Hamilton's word that someone won a gold?

And with gymnastics, we now know that certain judges screwed up, but how come we never see their scores? We just see a number and go with it (or not, as in the case of Aleksei Nemov). It just seems a bit arbitrary.

Finally, I guess with elite figure skating and gymnastics, everyone is so good that the slightest of bobbles need to be magnified to determine a gold medalist, but the judging in both sports is just asking for trouble when everyone is being graded over such a tiny range of scores. It seems a lot easier to figure the top competitors in diving when you can actually see scores ranging from 1-10. Only the worst of disasters will earn an elite figure skater something under 5 or a gymnast something under 9.

Dispatches from the overnight shift
MSNBC actually came through with a solid outing in the 2 a.m.-7 a.m. window today, primarily because they decided to show the entire men's triathlon live and not waiting for NBC to show a cut down version of it in prime time. They still got to squeeze in their schmaltzy profile during the race (of an Aussie, not an American), but it didn't detract too much from the coverage.

NBC didn't do the same for women's triathlon the day before, although it was trying to keep things open for the start of the bronze-medal baseball game (the ending would've taken place well after the game started) and thus filled the time instead with another showing of the bronze-medal women's beach volleyball match.

Another plus of the early-morning coverage is the extended looks at other sports, even if there were no Americans involved, and today it was wrestling and taekwondo. The highlight of the wrestling coverage was hearing Jeff Blatnick mention pro wrestling as a possibility for Egypt's Karam Ibrahim, who not only showed some good moves in reaching the gold-medal match but plenty of charisma -- he was doing flips on the mat after a win. Could we have the next Kurt Angle on our hands?

Taekwondo was interesting, and I even got to see a Filipino fighter compete, but I'm still amused that Pat Croce was the color commentator for this event. However, he did a solid job, in both showing that he's charismatic and knowledgeable.

It's unfortunate E.M. Swift doesn't write more for SI.com, because he nailed it twice with his columns on the unfortunate gymnastics controversy that has started to cloud the games and taken attention away from some great achievements like U.S. men's 400-meter sweep.

First, he helps to validate Paul Hamm's gold medal by further explaining the sometimes arcane judging rules. Plus, he mentions the start value issues with the U.S. team that eventually led to Blaine Wilson crashing off the high bar.

Today, he takes everyone to task for this year's games. The level of gymnastics was so-so, the judging was suspect, the international organizations have hung out Hamm to dry, the media coverage was deplorable. And while he doesn't call her out by name, Swift does take Christine Brennan to task for suggesting Paul Hamm should give up his gold medal primarily because the U.S. is so hated around the world.

"Brilliant. Let's blame a gymnast for the decline of America's stature in the world."

It seems like any competition whose results are primarily determined by judging has come under fire lately (except diving, you're next). And unfortunately, it's two of the highest profile events that are getting tarnished by the whole thing (gymnastics and figure skating). I guess when you're constantly making it a gigantic dramatic production to begin with, the drama will continue beyond the actual competition. Is Aaron Sorkin or David E. Kelley somewhere in the background writing these twists?

Boxed in?
What happened to boxing as a marquee Olympic sport? CNBC or MSNBC gives it three hours a day, but it's on its own and you really have to want to watch it to catch the coverage, although Teddy Atlas has been entertaining as the color guys, but I miss Marv Albert calling fights, and Fred "I'm not the Fear Factor Guy" Roggin seems superfluous. It feels like it's in its own TV ghetto, especially when you consider it's been getting zero buzz on NBC's coverage. There's been a story about an Iraqi boxer, but I can't name an American boxer, or an international fighter, for that matter. A sport that propelled Cassius Clay, George Foreman, Oscar de la Hoya and Roy Jones Jr. into pro stardom, and created a legend in Teofilo Stevenson, has become as anonymous as judo or taekwondo.

Is the lack of a U.S. presence/medal contender part of it? Aren't there any international fighters who come across as a "must beat" personality? Have Don King, Mike Tyson and Bob Arum wrecked the sport so much that we don't care about the potential future pros who will be coming from the Athens ranks?

Or is it the current judging system, which appears more to test the buzzer reflexes of the judges than the fighters' ability to land a punch? As much as it's easier to follow along, sorta, when you see a score, I think it's a lot more fun to wait for a knockout and/or have a Harold Lederman doing the judging between rounds. In fact, I think he's the guy we're missing to make the coverage complete. He'd work well with Atlas to complain about scoring, although he'd be flustered when he tries to throw it to Jim Lampley, who's got higher-profile anchoring jobs, when it's Bob Papa on the mike.

Channeling my inner Martzke

A couple of interesting quotes from the weekend in sports.

"That drive is so far right, Michael Moore is going to do a documentary on it." -- Gary McCord (I think) on a Tiger Woods shot during the final round of the NEC Invitational.

"We're now going to bring you uninterrupted coverage of the men's 100 meter final." -- Bob Costas
Ooh, commercial-free coverage of a race that takes less than 10 seconds to complete. I'm so there, dude.

A few more Olympics notes and observations ...
-- Give credit to NBC for spreading the wealth with all of the cable networks. It was fun bouncing between the mother ship, CNBC, Bravo, USA Network and MSNBC at different times during the day. I probably should've gone to the gym, where I could've watched NBC, CNBC and USA simultaneously; however, I probably would've been distracted by Best Week Ever or something like that.

-- But as we noticed at work when we got the non-Olympics Bravo feed for a while -- how much of the lineup is Celebrity Poker and Queer Eye? And at one point will my mind start bleeding over from those shows into Olympics coverage? Maybe Dave Foley calling badminton or something? Carson making over some of those Olympic outfits?

-- On the other hand, I think USA Network is more than ready for the U.S. Open when it had the men's doubles gold medal match live in the states until 7 p.m. Eastern and 2 a.m. Sunday morning Greece time. It appears they'll be prepared when Todd Martin has the requisite five-set match that goes until about 1:30 a.m.

-- And a note to the weightlifting announcers, everyone knows attendance has been an issue during the Games, don't lie about a standing room only crowd or a packed crowd in the venue when we can see plenty of empty seats behind you. BTW, how did former NFL linebacker Ray Bentley get a gig as the weightlifting color guy?

-- Oh yeah, we know there's a time difference between Athens and the U.S. Don't try to pretend otherwise during the prime-time and late-night telecasts. We know some of the Bob Costas in-studio interviews are taped ahead of time. Hence, Natalie Coughlin looking really good and ready to hit some clubs after her interview, although in real time it would've been 6 a.m. Greece time (since the interview aired after 11 p.m. Eastern).

But it was a bit ridiculous when the opening shot of Athens during Pat O'Brien's late-night show is Greece covered in darkness. Look, it may be 12:35 a.m. Eastern time, so we know it's early morning in Athens. Heck, the local NBC affiliate just did a live interview with their reporter in Greece during the late news and it's bright sunshine behind him. Just say it up front about what the late-night show is: prime-time (Greece time) events that were on too late to make the cable or daytime NBC coverage, events you want to show that won't make the prime-time cut, and a wrapup of everything else that happened.

In fact, I'm a bit baffled as to why NBC tries to make it a point to show events that took place during the day in Athens during the day in the U.S. and night-time events in Athens during prime-time or late night in the U.S. Most of the live events, except maybe soccer or the 10,000-meter race, were either indoor events with the Vegas effect (you can't tell what time it is) or stuff early in the morning in Greece, and in the middle of the night U.S. time, where you might as well fill the void with actual events.

(I am amused when NBC does the promo for the multi-channel coverage during the prime-time show. "Coming up at 2 a.m. on MSNBC ..." "Coming up at 4 a.m. on Bravo ..." "Coming up at at 7 a.m. on USA Network ..." They're pretty much telling you, "If you have no life and actually want to watch Olympic events as they're actually unfolding, here's how we're going to appease you. ... Why can't you just wait for Bob Costas tonight?")

Just got off a couple of days of overnight shifts to help out with the Olympics. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It helps when there's live shot put really early in the morning from the ancient Olympic stadium (which looked like the parks Music Midtown just after the festival) or softball or another close call for the so-called Dream Team. I do appreciate the commercial-free coverage of stuff like USA hoops and soccer, although you'd wish there'd be more of it for other sports.

It is odd to watch live beach volleyball at 2 a.m. on MSNBC, if only because there are fans who decided to get out there at 9 a.m. to watch a match. I suppose it's the most eye-pleasing sport (it is often tough to separate the women's players and the dance team), but I'm surprised they don't go for more live coverage of stuff of the "fringe" sports at that hour; however, I think they have had live handball, which was really cool. Even on the cable networks, NBC does plenty of time shifting, which is even stranger for me when I've had to make sure stuff like shooting, badminton and rowing is working and then seeing it about an hour or so later (instead of 3 a.m., it's on at 4:30 a.m., for instance). But at least much of that other stuff is getting shown in the wee hours, and not just jump cuts when Pat O'Brien hosts Access Athens.

As for gymnastics, a couple of questions about the competition:
-- Svetlana Khorkina really wants to be an actress, right? I think she'll do just fine as Mena Suvari's double (or at least take the parts Mena turns down -- there is an American Pie 4 in the works.)
-- It's very easy to do the Mary Lou-Carly comparison. They were both cute 16-year-olds who won the women's all-around. But is it just me, but did Mary Lou at 16 look a lot older than Carly right now at 16?
-- Is it something with the U.S. team that some of the girls looked like linebackers compared to the competition?

The Ringmaster
It's a bit interesting that I do have to pay attention to NBC's primetime coverage to make sure we have all our bases covered. I guess if the Peacock hasn't shown it, it really hasn't happened, right?

The Costas coverage seems to be OK, although you know what you're going to get: U.S.-centric coverage, sob stories, etc., etc. Still, it seems to show what you need to see.

However, all of the other cable channels picking up the slack are doing a nice job as well. I've already watched a couple of handball games on MSNBC, and that (not badminton) really should be the "breakout" sport of Athens for U.S. fans, even if the Americans aren't even in it. It's also nice to get at least a flavor of a bunch of other sports either really late at night or early in the morning. At least I'll have something to watch when I start doing the overnight shift tomorrow (other than a repeat of the prime-time coverage).

Other Olympics thoughts:
-- I think we all saw the "Dream Team" losing sooner rather than later, but who knew Carlos Arroyo had that much game? Even more fun was watching the end of the Argentina-Serbia game -- the pass to Ginobili in the final seconds was just as impressive as Manu's shot. It is interesting to see that most of the hoops teams have some NBA presence.
-- I still can't put my finger on it, but I think if you look at Jenny Thompson, you're getting a preview of what Kirstin Dunst will look like in a few years (minus the ripped physique, obviously).
-- What type of plastic are the U.S. women's gymnastics team wearing? They're definitely not drab, but it seems a tad too shiny, especially when you factor in the makeup and what seems to be what Last Comic Standing winner John Heffron calls "stripper dust" on a couple of them. Speaking of the gymnasts, where's Pamela Anderson? You'd think with the money she shelled out for Mo Bhardwaj, you'd think she'd make her way to Greece. There were plenty of great seats available Sunday.
-- Speaking of attendance, I just about lost it when Telemundo showed the Ghana-Paraguay match and saw no one in the stands at midfield. The wide shot was even worse. If no one shows up for a match, does it really count?

Dot, dot, dot
-- Hmm, given JD's penchant for inadvertently predicting death for celebrities by writing questions about them, maybe it's not a surprise that Julia Child passed on just days after we saw her kitchen exhibit at the Smithsonian.
-- I think my level of interest in the Athens Olympics will be way below Atlanta, when I couldn't help be immersed in it, and Sydney, where the time zone differences and other responsibilities kept me way off kilter. However, it's going to throw me all off if I have to rely solely on NBC's coverage for the marquee events. I understand needing tape delay to show things to a mass audience, but working in a 24/7 news environment, it throws you off when you know what's going to happen (and need to know it happened) hours before it becomes "reality" for the American audience.
-- The fencing outfits look more like stuff from this movie.
-- I wish I knew my Greek alphabet so I could figure out when every country came out. However, I'm still wondering why NBC treated the parade of nations like a live event when it was taped hours ago ("Here are the countries who marched while we were on commercial.). With that said, it looked like NBC did try to fit in all of the countries in the parade.

The name is pretty silly, but I've become a huge fan of Dave FM, a reworked version of a former classic rock station. I'll have to keep track of a playlist one of these days. But within the span of a few hours, these were among the artists heard on the station: The Who, the Cranberries, Modest Mouse, Joe Jackson, Chris Isaak, Soundgarden, Better Than Ezra, U2, R.E.M., the Smiths, John Mayer, Garbage. Not exactly revolutionary, but it's nice to see a bunch of niches aggregating on one station.

In the span of 18 months, the two highest-profile alums from my high school have gone through very public downfalls. First, it was Jay Williams crashing his motorcycle. Now, it's Jim McGreevey's outing and resignation.

I sure hope I'm not the next most prominent person on the list. If that's the case, I guess I'd be toast.