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Sunday, October 29, 2006
Heartfelt tribute to Auerbach
Wilt Chamberlain was made sport of by Red Auerbach and hated him so much, he wouldn't use his name, but called him "that man I don't like".
Yet, when a questioner during the Larry Bird era opined that Auerbach was a racist, Chamberlain replied:
"But these kids today, they've got no concept of history. They're always coming up to me and saying, hey, Wilt, aren't the Celtics racist? And I say, look, that man I don't like is still running that team, but he was the first coach to play a black, and the first to start five blacks, and the first man to hire a black coach. Now all of a sudden he's a racist?
From a Sports Illustratedarticle by Frank deFord, seven years ago.
"Stop sniffing around the pages or I'll call the cops."
Mightn't a nice member-to-member conversation along those lines have cleared things up years ago? This creep was a freshman congressman and already hot on the prowl.
If alcoholism was a legal defense, the entire criminal justice system would collapse. America's favorite drug, no matter how legal, is implicated in more crimes per week than illegal drugs are in a year (including crimes that wouldn't be illegal if the drugs weren't).
With the stories of Bush's coughing it up in the coffin for Skull and Bones, his overnights with pal the gay mayor of Memphis, Jeff Guckert the White House call boy also known as Gannon the Cannon, and now this, it kind of makes you think, Gee, maybe there is a secret homosexual cabal mad to advance its agenda.
And Bob Woodward, emerging from his own closet of happy Bush news, now says that Osama bin Laden has timed his statements to help keep President George W. "W" Bush in office.
Maybe these are the end times after all. The Constitution and Bill of Rights are on hiatus, the national debt is in the trillions, the whole world thinks we're a torturing imperialist power (those sissy Europeans), oh . . . you know the rest, or ought to . . . and none of it is good.