Amidst the carnage, St. John’s is interested in a scoring lead guard; recruiting offer made to Justin Crosgile, class of 2009.
Crosgile said St. John’s assistant Chris Casey called him Tuesday night to make the offer.
“He’s real cool,” Crosgile said. “He’s telling me their team is really young. They’re doing alright, not too good this year. But they have a young team. He’s just saying if he had a guy like me to come there, it would be a great step up in scoring.”
We have Johan FREAKING SANTANA!!!!!!!
The deal is pending the Mets and Santana reaching agreement on a six- or seven-year contract extension and that Santana passes a physical; they have been granted a 48 to-72-hour window to do so. Santana has a no-trade clause that he will waive if agreement is reached on a contract extension.
The Mets paid a high price in prospects to land Santana, agreeing to send the Twins outfielder Carlos Gomez and pitchers Phil Humber, Deolis Guerra and Kevin Mulvey.
The deal would give the Mets the much-needed ace at the front of their rotation. Santana won the American League Cy Young Award in 2004 and 2006 and is 93-44 lifetime. He went 15-13 with a 3.33 ERA for the Twins last season. Santana has struck out at least 235 batters each of the past four seasons.
While the deal drains much of the talent out of the Mets’ farm system, they did manage to hold on to top prospect Fernando Martinez, an outfielder. Instead, they headed the package with Gomez, who turned 22 in December and spent 58 games with the Mets last year.
From NJ.com and ESPN, Jason Kidd states:
“It used to be if I got a triple-double, that was an automatic win,” Kidd said. “That’s just not the case now. We tried to make this work. We’ve found out it doesn’t. It’s time for us all to move on.”
This has been “does he want to be in Jersey” question has been dragging out for a long time.
Kidd is not exactly being treated like a pariah, but word spread quickly among his teammates about his trade request — even though the team deliberately didn’t pass out the daily press clips — and one teammate found it odd that he was seen eating breakfast alone yesterday at the team’s hotel.
A letter from a reader to the Newark Star-Ledger’s Dave D’Alessandro on Jason Kidd, the rumors of his petulant behavior and off-court life, and this article from Charley Rosen, which talks about Kidd halfway down:
Hi, Dave: Who is the real J-Kidd? With such awesome virtues displayed on the court — i.e. selflessness, composure, max effort, competitiveness, sacrifice, desire, awareness, vision, anticipation — I assume that he’d be kinda similar in ‘real’ life. If you didn’t see it already, check out Rosen’s 2 paragraphs on Kidd: What a nasty picture painted. Despite Hall of Fame caliber play, he’s been traded from every team he’s played on (and counting), the numerous past and current personal problems, issues with so many of his coaches, the migraine strike. . . .Hmmm. Who is this guy?
RW: The short answer? Don’t know, don’t care. Great player, good guy, but that’s where my interest really ends. There are certain things even public figures should keep private, and the rest of us have to accept that you can’t know someone unless they let you in; that you can’t know a people, a place, a family, an individual, a process, or anything until you know precisely the forces that shaped their motives and spirit. So the truth is, the only people who know the guy are the ones who know the secret handshake. And since that’s the case, we reach for the impertinent crap that we think defines his character – stuff such as tantrums in the boss’s office (inane – he wasn’t even in the office that day), his girlfriend’s pregnancy (also totally untrue), crotch-grabbing at 2 a.m. (can’t wait to read that court transcript), the great migraine strike of ’07 (which will forever be unsubstantiated), and oh, dear diary, I can’t wait to read what tomorrow will bring. The point being: This has been a really stupid two years, Kidd has been engulfed by the trappings of fame or victimized by a public thirst for the sensational (take yer pick), and rest of us are sick of playing How’s Jay’s Head every two weeks. His amazing real-life adventures don’t really have any impact on his team, and he is tired of being in the presence of those who believe the opposite to be true. Which is why he hasn’t spoken with the media in a week and may not do so until the last ding-dong of eternity.
TOM BRADY IS MESSING WITH YOUR HEAD. He doesn’t need to yap yap yap with the media. He’s BIG. The Patriots love messing with people’s heads. He’s probably taking a trip to Mexico like Romo and getting his Gisele Bundchen on. It’s the Patriots, people. Quit the breathless coverage. Brady probably put the boot on to mess with heads in the first place. No laws against that, especially if the paparazzi’s gonna stake the man out on his free time.
Hell, Belichick probably put him up to it. So what he’s not in the locker room two weeks before game time? So what the media hasn’t seen him? We need more coverage on how Ahmad Bradshaw couldn’t outrun the cops in 2004 when he was at Virginia. He’s a running back! or what about stories on Eli Manning singing Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer at karaoke?
Better question is Where is Chuck Knoblauch? Chucky? Come and get your subpoena!
In the real Division I basketball world, where games matter and the fans hope for the NCAA Tournament…
Last night’s game between Oregon and UCLA, an 80-75 victory for the Bruins at Oregon’s Mac Court in Eugene, was famously nasty, with the Duck fans in the student section (aka the Pit) yelling insults, cussing about Kevin Love’s sexual orientation and weight, his father who dissed Oregon coach Ernie Kent after Love committed to UCLA, calling his cell phone previous to and during the game…
My friend Molly, a sharp writer, former west coast correspondent on the old blog Six Star Camp, and serious Oregon Duck fan (who texted me to gloat about having tickets to this one) writes about the Oregon Pit’s behavior, and tells me exactly what the reported “insults” to Kevin Love were:
It’s times like this I get momentarily embarrassed to be a sports fan. Sure, there were the requisite bad calls, and it’s kind of funny how Kevin Love is apparently unable to get called for a foul … until it doesn’t count. And by now I’m used to the Pit Crew yelling ” … SUCKS!” after each opposing player is announced. And, OK, I get that they resent that Love went to UCLA instead of UO (though if I’m being honest and not a fan, c’mon, now, really. UCLA is a regular Final Four team. Oregon made the tournament – and the Elite Eight – last year for the first time in something like five years).
But you know what? I don’t care. That doesn’t make it OK that the student section (and lord knows how many adults) were chanting, “Love’s a faggot!” when he first came out. It’s not much of an improvement that they switched to “Love’s a pussy!” later. It turned my stomach. And all that’s being reported – at least all I’ve seen on ESPN – is that the crowd yelled “insults.” I thought that was the kind of bullshit that a school would get called on. It was foul and unpleasant and much as I dislike the Bruins, I’ve got to give that kid some credit; when he got interviewed later he was as calm and stoic as he’d been on the court (no Baron Davis antics here).
It makes me angry that this sort of thing goes unremarked upon in sports circles. I hope that before we turned on the radio, Ernie Kent gave fans a tongue-lashing, but even if he did, they wouldn’t listen; people don’t have a lot of respect for him right now. And I don’t have a lot of respect for those fans.
(Good things about the night: the huge outpouring of love for Aaron Brooks, who was in the crowd. Maarty Leunen holding his own, for the most part, against Love. Joevan Catron being back in the game. Getting tickets in the first place; hurrah for that!)
The student section for sure [were chanting], but I’d bet they weren’t the only ones. I mean .. sometimes, people are sheep. Sigh. Also, I’ve never seen quite so many yellow-shirted Pit Crew students at a game as this one. They’d turn their backs when Love walked out onto the court. Which was actually kind of funny. There was also a lot of epic booing. Those things, I’m fine with; the others, well, not so much.
I know people get in a froth about their teams, but damn, show a little class.
At least we still have hope for landing basketball recruit Sean Kilpatrick. Kudos for Coach Norm Roberts and Quartelbaum for identifying talent (that other people want) and staying on him. If Kilpatrick is as good as the attention he’s getting– and for all we know, teams might want him to be a bench scorer or envision him as the centerpiece of a recruiting class, since the view of a talent can vary wildly from one year to another– especially since Kilpatrick didn’t play AAU ball.
From Hoops on Hoops:
White Plains senior guard Sean Kilpatrick’s recruiting is quickly picking up steam, but Kilpatrick said he’s not sure where he’d like to go yet.
Good news for St. John’s however: the Red Storm seem to be in this one. Kilpatrick said yesterday that he thinks very highly of St. John’s.
“It’s a loyalty thing,” he said last night. “They’ve been there from the beginning.”
Kilpatrick says the Johnnies have shown interest in him ever since his freshman year, and that means a lot. The 6-5 scorer struggled with his grades for a few years before getting his academic standing in order over the summer.
He skipped much of the AAU season. That cost him valuable exposure, but now he says he’s on track to graduate.
“I got the credits I need,” Kilpatrick said.
The Johnnies kept tabs on Kilpatrick the whole time. He says he’s spoken with Red Storm assistant Fred Quartlebaum and Norm Roberts, and he calls them “good guys.”
“I like them because they’re real,” he said.
The Johnnies have already offered him, but that might not be enough to lure Kilpatrick to Fresh Meadows – at least not yet. At least a dozen other schools are in the running, including George Washington, Seton Hall, Wake Forest and Miami.
Gerard Jones, whose brother Kevin Jones recently signed with West Virginia, has been acting as Kilpatrick’s advisor (“He’s like family,” Kilpatrick said). Jones said that Kilpatrick will definitely make official visits to St. John’s and Kansas State.
“We don’t know when we’ll make them,” Jones said. “We’ll probably spread them out. Sean is still very focused on school and the team.”
Wherever he goes, Kilpatrick says he wants to contribute right away. He sees himself as a tough wing scorer who can defend and rebound. Wake and Miami have drawn interest because he feels he can contribute immediately there.
St. John’s rebuilding project also has its merits.
“It would be a nice situation,” Kilpatrick said.
In the past month, St. Louis University men’s basketball coach Rick Majerus has had his team score 20 points in a game, is in Sports Illustrated quoted by a former player as demonstrating proper spacing with his “average white dick,”*, and now is in trouble for comments he made during a televised interview at a Hillary Clinton rally. Majerus proclaimed himself pro-choice (gasp!) and an advocate for stem cell research (embryo killer!), which drew a strong rebuke from St. Louis Archbishop Raymond Burke:
Referring to Majerus’ statements, Burke said [before the 35th Annual March for Life rally in Washington] Tuesday that it was “not possible to be a Catholic and hold those positions.”
The archbishop said Majerus should be disciplined but did not say how. At issue is the Catholic concept of scandal, a perennial concern of Burke’s defined by the catechism of the Catholic church as “an attitude or behavior which leads another to do evil.”
“I’m confident (SLU) will deal with the question of a public representative making declarations that are inconsistent with the Catholic faith,” Burke said. “When you take a position in a Catholic university, you don’t have to embrace everything the Catholic church teaches. But you can’t make statements which call into question that identity and mission of the Catholic church.”
But a SLU representative stated:
“Rick’s comments were his own personal view,” he said. “They were made at an event he did not attend as a university representative. It was his own personal visit to the rally.”
Coach Majerus is Roman Catholic; the Archbishop told the St. Louis Post-Dispatch that Majerus would be denied Holy Communion if the coach didn’t change his views on abortion rights and stem cell research, statements Majerus made as a private citizen, albeit the very public head coach of the school’s revenue-generating sports team. Luckily, the Archbishop has no control over SLU; but he can sure start a sh*tstorm. Stay open-minded, St. Louis!
Lots of good comments attached to this article on whether and when an employer can dictate what an employee can say. Gives you a sense of how varied St. Louisians think. And props to Majerus, who always loves stirring the pot.
*he can see his dick from there? Have you seen this man’s stomach?!
I don’t know why, but there’s something about the concept of having one’s nut removed that freaks me out. Is it a feeling of lessening manhood, of being a little more neutered, like a dog? Or is it the public nature of one’s private parts? Or is it the impending “nutless wonder” jokes? Nené Hilario’s injury history has been long and painful, and when he was out recently with an undisclosed injury, I wondered what it could be about.
But this has to be the worst—having a testicular tumor removed. Good luck to the Nuggets’ forward; hopefully he can recover as well as John Starks recovered from his twisted testicle, which made me cringe (the twisted testicle is an anatomic possibility in up to 5% of men). The recovery rate is high, according to the article. But cancer at such a young age (25) is no joke.
Of course, this begs the question of “how will Reggie Evans defend a man without balls?” Really, inquiring minds want to know. That is a joke.
In the rumor and innuendo section, this blog clearly states that they’re about to blow up some closed-door spots. But the West Virginia Mountaineers are hitting the club to relax, like Patrick Ewing in the old days, and someone blogged about it. Fellas, you’re on blast:
Quick check of the University of South Florida’s schedule and … ladies and gentlemen, your West Virginia Mountaineers!
Now why, you ask, would D-I men’s basketball players be at a strip club the night before a game? I’m just spitballing here, but maybe because their coach is Bob Huggins, who is to discipline what Jenna Jameson is to monogamy.
Regardless, in these cats stroll in their warmups, and they’re immediately a hit. Jamie Smalligan is the only one I can identify for sure, because there’s only one 7-foot white guy on their roster. His three compadres – and this is not guaranteed info, because I was tipsy and it’s a dark-ass club, so no libel suits please – were Wellington Smith, John Flowers and Da’Sean Butler….
So the guys are fun, and apparently have money. This was confirmed for me when the cats lined up at the stage and started making it rain on the girls. Not Benjis or Jacksons or anything, but there were certainly laying more money out there than I ever had in college. Either they all have wealthy families or the fine taxpayers of West Virginia, who dole out the cash for these guys’ per diem, were instead financing the careers of Brooklyn, Chloe and Sparkle.
Hey, if it loosens them up…
The victory was predicted in Eddie Murphy’s classic Coming to America:
Prince Akeem: Sir, did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night?
Cleo McDowell: No, I didn’t.
Prince Akeem: Oh sir, the Giants of New York took on the Packers of Green Bay. And in the end, the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big “H”. It was a most ripping victory.