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Saturday, August 22, 2021

rites and wrongs
It was true back in the ’70s (or so I hear), and it’s still true today, regardless of circumstance:

Saturday nights reek of desperation.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 08/22/2009 06:55:03 PM
Category: Pop Culture, Society
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how 'bout them scoreboards
The Dallas Cowboys just spent $1.2 billion on their brand-new stadium, and somehow didn’t factor in the vertical leg-strength of the average National Football League punter. How else to explain the placement of Cowboys Stadium’s massive 2,100-inch high-definition video screen cluster so low off the ceiling that it could conceivably get in the way of gametime punts?

“It’s nothing that is going to happen every time, but it’s there and it’s got to be addressed,” [Tennessee Titans punter A.J.] Trapasso said. “I don’t know how much further up it can go, but it’s in the way.”

[Cowboys punter] Mat McBriar said that he thinks a punt with a hangtime of 4.9 seconds — good, but something that happens every NFL Sunday — could hit the Jerrytron. However, McBriar won’t be pleased if he hits the scoreboard this season, because that would mean he failed to properly place the ball.

Fat chance that ‘Pokes owner Jerry Jones can get that monstrosity raised higher in time for the regular season, even if he wanted to (his arrogance is preventing him from admitting to this boneheaded flaw). The NFL rulebook is treating this potential obstruction as do-over territory, so if it happens during a game that counts, it’ll simply require replaying that down (just like they did in the stadium’s preseason christening last night). Here’s hoping that a situation occurs where a re-punt costs Dallas a critical victory during 2009. It’ll serve them right.

Look for Jones to push the league to automatically suspend any opposing punter who has the temerity to send a pigskin into the jumbo-monitor. Not so much because it would affect the flow of the game, but because every such hit would re-highlight this massive boner…

And to reiterate: It’s simply mind-boggling that a major-pro team can sink so much into erecting a to-the-spec facility, and then cut corners on fundamentals that directly impact the featured product, i.e. football games. Of course, the host city of Arlington, Texas paid almost half the construction costs; maybe if Jones and the Cowboys had had to pay for the whole thing, they might have been a little more thorough.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 08/22/2009 02:22:09 PM
Category: Football, SportsBiz
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I’m not one indulge in the typically voyeuristic media coverage of a high-profile murder du jour. But the grisly details of a Southern California model’s death have, I admit, snared my attention:

When Jasmine Fiore’s body was found in a Dumpster in Buena Park, Calif., Aug. 15, her fingers had been cut off at the second knuckle and all of her teeth had been pulled out. But authorities were still able to identify the swimsuit model from the serial numbers on her breast implants.

“We actually have had several cases where we identified the victim or the defendant in that way,” Orange County District Attorney spokeswoman Susan Schroeder tells PEOPLE. She says implants carry serial numbers “because of the potential for recalls.”

Body parts removed in such a way as to betray the desperately calculating state of mind of the killer — and the horrific task winds up not being thorough enough. I’m sure DNA testing would have identified Fiore if the implants couldn’t have; to go through that level of minute mutilation indicates that the killer was just trying to buy enough time to escape, knowing that everything would be revealed sooner rather than later.

And all indications are that Fiore’s ex-husband, real-estate millionaire Ryan Alexander Jenkins, is the killer. Adding to the case’s twists is Jenkins’ visibility on recent reality TV shows on VH1, which he qualified for despite a documented criminal record in his native Canada. He’s currently on the run, crossing the border into British Columbia en route to a hideout either in Canada or elsewhere.

I hate to say it, but as disturbing as this whole situation is, I can’t help but compare it to something out of a Bret Easton Ellis novel. The callous disregard for human life, the mindset of the privileged class, and the celebrity subculture all combine into a nihilistic mess. Ellis’ dark visions were limited to his fictional Los Angeles; Fiore’s murder hints of real-life LA intruding upon a similar brand of darkness.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 08/22/2009 12:51:21 PM
Category: Celebrity, Publishing, RealiTV Check, True Crime
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