Al Jazeera should never have gone public with the Manning/HGH story. Its only responsible option now is to fire everyone associated with it and apologize.
A breaking report from Al Jazeera accuses Denver Broncos QB Peyton Manning (and others) of using the banned substance HGH.
FULL DISCLOSURE: a) I’m a Broncos fan, b) I usually find Al Jazeera to be one of the most reputable practitioners of journalism out there, and c) I have no idea whether the story is true or not. Manning has denied the report vehemently, but he also donated $20k to George Bush’s re-election campaign and pushes Papa John’s Pizza, so I’m unwilling to take his word as gospel.
The issue before us this morning isn’t Manning’s guilt or innocence, which will become clear enough in time. Read more
Is Abby Wambach a xenophobe? I doubt it. But her remarks on foreign-born players were clumsy at best.
On Wednesday night Abby Wambach, the greatest striker in women’s soccer history, played her final match, an uninspired 1-0 loss to China that was in no way the sort of send-off she deserved.
While the game lacked fireworks, her appearance earlier in the day on the Bill Simmons podcast ignited a bit of a firestorm.
In the interview, Wambach launched a broadside at men’s national team coach Jurgen Klinsmann, saying that he should be fired for failing to develop the US youth program. Read more
You know how musicians sometimes remix each other’s songs? Well, sometimes photographers remix each other’s shots. This is Greg Thow’s version of a photo I took in Reynolda Gardens in October.
Lily Pads – Reynolda Gardens, Winston-Salem, NC
Is José Mourinho an all-time great, or merely the greatest of a generation?
Imagine the following scenario.
After last year’s Super Bowl win the New England Patriots enter the 2015-16 season as strong contenders to repeat. However, for reasons that aren’t immediately clear, they come out of the gate slowly, losing a series of games they’d be expected to win. As the middle of the season approaches, things have grown dire. The Pats are 1-6, rumors swirl that Bill Belichick has lost the locker room, and nobody except the weakside linebacker is playing worth a damn. Linemen can’t block, all-pro receivers have forgotten how to catch and Tom Brady has thrown 20 interceptions against zero touchdown passes.
Bob Kraft finally throws in the towel and fires Belichick. In the next game, with the secondary coach acting as interim head coach, the Patriots look like their old selves as they roll Cleveland 35-3.
Insane, huh? But that’s more or less exactly what has happened with English Premier League Champions Chelsea FC this season. Read more
Can Europe’s domestic football leagues survive the new Premier League TV deals? Not a chance.
A good bit has been written about new TV deals for England’s Premier League – Sky domestically and NBC in the US – and the numbers are frankly mind-boggling: Sky is ponying up more than £5.1B (~$7.75B) and NBC is paying around $1B for rights through 2021-22. When rights for all international deals are factored in, the Prem will haul in around $4.3B a year. (Massively detailed analysis here.)
This is great news for the league’s clubs, obviously, as the payout for even the worst teams will assure that they’re wealthier than all but the biggest clubs in the rest of the world. The top 14 English sides are already among the world’s 30 richest before the new deal even takes effect. Read more
I recently started a new daily feature on my Facebook page. It’s pretty simple – each day I post a song/video. No rhyme, no reason. Usually. Here are the first 18 days, all in one handy place for your enjoyment.
Get it On, T Rex
Is Mary Forsberg Weiland being honest with herself?
And now, for today’s “yes, but” story.
In an open letter, the late Scott Weiland’s ex-wife talks at length about the loss the couple’s children face and she lingers on how hard she worked to save him, even after they split.
I couldn’t agree more with every word she says. Seriously. And I feel for her having to raise two children who will never know what it is to have a healthy dad. My father drank himself to death – literally – and even in the best of times was little more than a guy I knew who’d take me somewhere like the rodeo every once in awhile. And on more occasions than one, to bars. When I was 15. When I was 5. Read more
I’ve been wrestling a bit with my career situation lately. Like a lot of folks, I feel like I’m not being compensated very well, and that suspicion is validated by some basic salary research – and also by the CEO, who admits that the company needs to normalize a lot of salaries with the broader market.
Of course, the people I work with love me and get the importance of what I do. But they aren’t making the call on salary. Not long ago, in prepping for a conversation on the subject with the person I report to, and trying to decide how best to represent my position, and trying to anticipate what he might say, it hit me.
The company appreciates me, but it doesn’t value me. Read more
Part 1 in a series.
I’ll go first. And since it’s my idea, I’ll take the editor’s privilege and cheat a bit by giving you two solos instead of one.
Up first, we go back to 1974 and “Brighton Rock,” the lead track on Queen’s third album, Sheer Heart Attack. The band’s first two releases had been relentlessly self-conscious in their forays into fantasy (check out “The Fairy Feller’s Master Stroke” off Queen II for an illustration).
But SHA opens with a boot to the teeth, highlighted by a Brian May solo that I guess is an example of what William Miller in Almost Famous meant by “incendiary.” Just … damn. Read more