If Ice-T thinks the cop that arrested him yesterday is a punk bitch, who knows what he would call Tank Johnson. Even judges are calling him out for being one in addition to a coward.
Willie Bernard Posey, Johnson’s bodyguard and best friend, was shot and killed by Michael Selvie, in Chicago last year. The South Side gang member was sentenced to 55 years in prison last week.
Circuit Court Joseph Claps admonished Posey but unloaded on Johnson who apparently fled the scene when the police showed up and left his friend to die on the floor.
“Mr. Johnson has to live with his behavior that night, his failure to render aid to a person he described as his best friend…his cowardice and his attempts at self-preservation,” Claps said.
Johnson told the police he wasn’t at the club at the time of the shooting. He later testified that he didn’t want the Bears to can him and he was on thin ice with them due to previous legal troubles.
Is Marvin Lewis going to stand up for Tank like he is for Cedric Benson? Who would have thought Jerry Springer would be the classiest person to come out of Cincinnati?
Some sports fans are happy with an autograph on a program while others want bats or uniforms. Those things are old and busted. The new hotness is reserved for those with a bloodlust for the finer things in life. Allow us to introduce you to the new hotness. Athlete blood.
Kraken Opus is a “high-end publishing house” that caters to wealthy clientele. They are one of a “handful…that are pushing the boundaries of extravagance and novelty in the luxury book market”. A book that contains a piece of the moon? $112,500 please. A book on Muhammad Ali? Only $7500. How about a book in which the pages contain the blood of a famous athlete? A mere $75,000.
Luxury publisher Kraken Opus mixed in a pint of Mr. Tendulkar’s blood with paper pulp to create the signature page for a book celebrating the renowned batsman’s career. The 10 limited-edition copies, which comes out in February, cost $75,000 each and have already sold out.
What the hell? A wall shark tank is a worthy purchase. A platinum tank looks reasonable when placed next to a pint of a famous athlete’s blood. “I want this just because I can have it.” What kind of person thinks athlete blood when acquiring sports memorabilia? Maybe Jesse Jackson.
Maybe we should think about this as an expensive blood drive. All parties are willing so there’s no subterfuge or foul play a la Fred Lane or Steve McNair. However one has to wonder where and how far collectors will go. Could we see someone actually get a brain or whole body when a famous athlete passes away? It’s not too hard to imagine fanatics going for body parts. How about everyone stick with jocking people younger than you for autographs and the occasional lock of hair if it’s within reach? Cool? Cool.
You have got to love crazy Russians with too much money on their hands. No we’re not talking about New Jersey Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov, we’re talking about the guy who wants to pay Paul the Prognosticating Octopus $5,000 a month salary for his sports betting picks.
Oleg Zhuravsky, one of the owners of a Russian sports betting site, Bet League, is the man who thinks the octopus, fresh off of a perfect 8-0 record for his World Cup picks, has what it takes to be a bookmaker…and he wants this cephalopod mollusk BAD. From the New Zealand Herald:
“Our specialists receive around $US3000 (NZ$4221) a month, so we will pay Paul $US5000 (NZ$7035).”
Mr Zhuravsky said he was willing to pay the Sea Life Oceanarium attraction in Oberhausen, Germany, where Paul lives, as much as 100,000 euros ($NZ182,052) for the oracle octopus.
According to todays conversion rate, that is $129,180 in US currency. Zhuravsky believes in the octopus so much that he would have pre-paid for 26 months of his picks.
Of course if the octopus stayed correct, that would be a steal but…wait, Wait, WAIT! This is an Octopus man! COME ON. COME ON.
Everyone knows mediocrity runs through the Knicks organization like the Germans through Belgium. Mike D’Antoni must be wishing he had the chance to make a “Decision” and get away from Jim Dolan. Too bad he didn’t realize that Curry is the basketball equivalent of Albert Haynesworth.
Curry was a no show for the Knicks summer league team and D’Antoni is already being pressured to answer questions about his status for the regular season.
Coach Mike D’Antoni put a positive spin on the Curry’s absence, but gave a very clear warning: He had better be ready in late September, or his time in Milan and Paris (where the Knicks will play preseason games at the start of October) will be as a tourist — not a basketball player.
“I’d be stupid if not being here would sway it,” D’Antoni told The Post. “But he’s got to be ready when training camp opens. He’s got to be ready.”
D’Antoni should know better than to bring Curry to Italy and France. Pasta and heavy cream will definitely get him in shape if slacking off this summer doesn’t do it.
If Ice-T thinks the cop that arrested him yesterday is a punk bitch, who knows what he would call Tank Johnson. Even judges are calling him out for being one in addition to a coward.
