Finally, ESPN and director Michael Bonfiglio have fixed the greatest shortcoming of American cinema: the lack of documentaries about Bo Jackson. You Don't Know Bo, a film retracing Jackson's career as a cultural phenomenon, baseball player and football player, airs Saturday on the network.
"This film will examine the truths and tall tales that surround Jackson, and how his seemingly impossible feats captured our collective imagination for an all-too-brief moment in time," the film's description promises. My sarcastic opening to this post aside, it is funny to think about Jackson's popularity in the late 1980s and early 1990s.
And there is one question above all others that I hope the documentary answers: Why, why, why were the CPU right-handed hitters unable to hit the curveball when you pitch in the Bo Jackson Two Games in One Hit & Run? It ruins the baseball part of the game because you can throw a perfect game almost every time. Alas, we'll probably never know. Bonfiglio will probably focus on topics like Jackson's choice to play both sports, how he never won a championship in any sport and his relatively short career.
But if we're talking about Bo Jackson, that calls for YouTube clips. After the jump, revel in some videos of Jackson's best moments in the spotlight.
Pearce penned a first-person piece earlier this month for The Pitch about his own struggles to make friends ("Can't a Guy Just Make Some Friends Around Here? Maybe."). He's currently living in Los Angeles, working as a reporter for the Los Angeles Times. You can listen online or at 89.3 FM.
Some believe it started as an east-west split, with St. Louis favoring “ee” and Kansas City “uh.” Popular belief holds that the southern half of the state is “Missourah,” with Highway 70 serving as a sort of Mason-Dixon line, and still others contend that “Missouree” is city, “Missouruh” is country.
Do you lend any credence to the idea that Kansas City helped fuel the debate, or does another one of the explanations hold more water as to why we say Missouree or Missourah?
It's been a rough few days for Kansas City commentators — last week, Royals announcer Joel Goldberg (the man on the opposite end of the media spectrum from Whitlock) claimed that his account was hacked after a tweet that read, "I'm gonna love you and f*** you," went out Friday night. His account is now his own again. It's unclear why Goldberg was able to change his password, while Whitlock has been locked out of his account.
Whether you agree with Whitlock's mouth, it's how he earns the bread that he then eats. And it should be his decision whether to shut it.
We have to find a balance between decency and security. TSA has explained that it was within Dietrick's right to request a private screening. But common sense would suggest that a security agent would include that particular question before moving ahead with the screening. There are people on both sides of this equation — agents and passengers — and both are capable of making mistakes or behaving badly. But until each takes the time (which is difficult within the stressful context of a TSA screening line) to stop and see the other as human, we're going to keep having issues like this. Maybe we could shoot for, I don't know, a bit more awareness.
According to Businessweek, the only thing holding KC back from a better ranking is the city's high crime rate. San Francisco topped the list. St. Louis squeaked in at 47th, for its leisure pursuits and barbecue, but was also dinged for the highest crime rate among the 50 cities included.
The Royals finished off another losing season Wednesday night. Hooray for not finishing last! Right? The Wall Street Journal took the occasion to note that our city now has the longest active streak of years without local MLB and NFL teams recording a playoff win. Yes. The Chiefs and the Royals combined have not won a playoff game in 18 years now. The slump can vote. The paper notes that the Royals haven't reached postseason play since winning it all in 1985, and although the Chiefs have had a half-dozen playoff appearances since their last win in 1993, they have not won.
Pathetic sports statistics aside, the Journal nailed the headline for this sad story: "Kansas City: BBQ=Good, Sports=Bad." Never in the history of journalism has a headline about our town been more spot-on. And it will never be matched.
Oh, and the Royals fired hitting coach Kevin Seitzer.
Paterno debuted at the top of The New York Times Bestseller list last month and studios are apparently in talks to make a movie out of the coach's life story, with Al Pacino potentially in the starring role. There are still tickets available for his book talk at Unity Temple.
This 3,000-word review behemoth in The Atlantic lays out why most critics take issue with the book: Posnanski, who was given plenty of access to Paterno, could have been the first reporter to rough up the coach over when he knew Sandusky was preying on children in Happy Valley.
Yesterday, Kansas City's old friend and Posnanski's former co-worker at The Star, Jason Whitlock, unleashed his review of Paterno. Whitlock's column makes it hard to tell if he despises the book or the author more.
A year ago, Louie Wright, former president of Local 42 of the International Association of Fire Fighters, filed a defamation lawsuit against popular and controversial local blogger Tony Botello. Wright claimed that the Tony's Kansas City writer defamed him in blog posts written on August 22, 2009, and May 13, 2011. In the posts, Botello wrote that "tipsters" told him Wright received kickbacks from donations that firefighters made to the United Way. On Monday, Botello apologized for the posts, issued a retraction and scrubbed them from his archive to settle the suit.
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