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About B-Rich

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  1. Anthony Davis (former USC running back, not the Pelicans forward) played in all 3 of those leagues, PLUS the WFL. WFL (Southern California Sun), CFL (Toronto Argonauts), NFL (Tampa Bay Buccaneers, under his old USC coach John McKay), and the USFL (Los Angeles Express). I remember reading that in an issue of SI from 1983 previewing the USFL. Link: http://www.si.com/vault/issue/43819/54/2
  2. Sweet! We knew it was coming the minute they introduced Wally West, and I have to say that's a good and pretty faithful interpretation of the coustume...like how his hair is not covered, just like the original Kid Flash in the comics...
  3. I'm so old, I can actually say I saw Wichita State's football team before they dropped the program (in 1984, vs. LSU)
  4. You know what, I'm getting REALLY ticked off about this now. Especially after today's article in the New Orleans Advocate The big and small of it is that we are ALL getting played. The so-called "contest" is and has been a farce. The average Joe's submission didn't mean squat, and this online vote doesn't mean squat (just as it was with the selection of the Biloxi Shuckers): Officials said they expect to unveil the new nickname after the season ends. Klein said it’s a long process even after the fan vote. “The fan vote is an important factor, but it’s not the only factor,” he said. These out-of-town know-it-all cutesy-mongers from San Diego are making up stuff themselves. There is NO WAY anyone with a connection to New Orleans would EVER come up with the name "Baby Cakes" related to king cake babies, or "Red Eyes" related to crawfish, or even "Tailgators". Listen to their process: Brandiose owners Jason Klein and Casey White visited New Orleans on May 10-11. They met with Zephyrs officials and toured the New Orleans area speaking with season ticket-holders, corporate and community leaders, then local historians. Klein and White then came up with the nicknames from those submitted. Baby Cakes was derived from a combination of king cakes, which as we know contain a plastic baby, and area people referring to each other as “baby,” which Klein and White noted during their tour. “They counted the times people would say, ‘It’s OK, baby,’ or ‘That’s right, baby,’” Rojas said. “So that was from a cultural aspect.” REALLY? So now we have Brandiose coming in FOR TWO DAYS (and I'm being generous; I wouldn't be surprised if those days included flight time here and back) and interpreting OUR culture for our AAA team nickname. A one-year job for them; several years of stupidity foisted on us. The current name has far more LOCAL history, culture and attachment to locals than their three made-up names (Red Eyes, Baby Cakes, Tailgators) and is also a much better name than the remaining four finalists.
  5. All seven of these are TERRRRIBBBLLLLE! Let's go through each of them: New Orleans Baby Cakes: A tribute to the Mardi Gras king cakes where small plastic babies are sought after, the Baby Cakes celebrates a unique Louisiana tradition. "Baby Cakes?" This is just STUPID and shows that whoever is running this renaming effort has NO CLUE about New Orleans. The term is "King Cake Babies" not "Baby Cakes". And they are not "sought after"; you don't want to get the baby in your piece of cake; that means you have to buy the next cake at your office or for your classroom.... "Baby Cakes" is a freakin' term of endearment, fer cryin' out loud, not a baseball team name. Even if it were "King Cake Babies"; yeah let's name the team after a cheap plastic thing that's like a booby prize... New Orleans Crawfish: Pays tribute to those lovable and tasty critters we hold festivals for, and who call New Orleans home. Knew this one would be in there. When did it become popular to name a team after something harmless that you EAT as opposed to something intimidating that may eat YOU (Tigers, for example)? New Orleans King Cakes: The King Cake tradition bring families and community members together to celebrate the joyous season of Mardi Gras, just like Minor League Baseball draws families together. Again with the food? And it's a seasonal thing, to boot-- with that season being NOWHERE near baseball season. New Orleans Night Owls: Both a play on words and an alliteration, Night Owls celebrates the New Orleans nightlife and a night out at the ballpark. No it's not really a play on words; only a few types of owls are diurnal, and nearly all owls are nocturnal and thus automatically "night owls". So you are naming a team after bar-hoppers and people who stay out late. Fantastic. Can't wait to see Brandiose or whoever make a drawing of a drunken owl holding a beer bottle, go-cup or Styrofoam daiquiri cup. New Orleans Po’boys: A tribute to the culinary capital of the Gulf Cost, this fun name falls in line with other wacky names Minor League Baseball is known for. Again with the food... Oh yeah, let's have a "wacky, fun" team name. Not to mention there's even a discussion among locals as to whether the sandwich even should be called "Po' Boy" or "Poor Boy". New Orleans Red Eyes: New Orleans Red Eyes honors Louisiana’s crawfish festivals, and the bright red crawfish New Orleans love. Still, no clue. How in the hell does "Red Eyes" honor crawfish festivals and crawfish, when NO ONE EVER has called crawfish "red eyes"? THEY DON"T EVEN HAVE RED EYES!! Just beady black ones. New Orleans Tailgators: Alligators are synonymous with Louisiana, and tailgating is synonymous with baseball. What a forced contrivance. While gators are common here, tailgating is not "synonymous with baseball", and certainly not around here. It's more like, 'park the car and get inside in the concourse under the shade and ceiling fans, to alleviate the 95 degree heat and humidity-- at sunset'.
  6. Argentina playing soccer with USA reminds me of this:
  7. Heard the classic Radar Love by Golden Earring on the radio, and looked up the date of release. In doing so, found that the line, "Radio plays some forgotten song/Brenda Lee's coming on strong" is actually "Brenda Lee's Coming on Strong" and refers to the actual title of a Brenda Lee song, not the fact that his radio was getting a strong signal....
  8. Ask and you shall receive.... Not the best shot, as the sun was going down, but did get this one from Comerica: You can also see it on the left hand side in this aerial shot from the top of the RenCen: Also wanted to add, I made a ridiculous special "Detroit" playlist, with local artists going back as far as Andre Williams and Del Shannon; to a WHOLE LOT of Motown; up through the the MC5, Iggy and the Stooges, Alice Cooper, the Nuge; ending with the White Stripes, Eminem and the Von Bondies, and also Detroit-referenced songs (Bowie's "Panic in Detroit"; KISS' "Detroit Rock City", J. Geils Band's "Detroit Breakdown", etc.). About 4 hours total. I was tired of it by Saturday morning. I also made this shirt just before the trip, which I wore on Saturday and which got a few comments and compliments:
  9. They were about the same, but American was hotter and maybe a little fuller of chili and such, so I'd lean American for the Coney itself. But Lafayette had a cozier neater atmosphere.
  10. Impressions of Detroit: The City of Detroit itself was sort of what I expected, but the suburban areas where I stayed were very different than what I expected. Detroit's 'downtown' seemed lively, nice, clean, and the people there were very friendly. Talked to quite a few here and there; on the street; at the game, etc. On Friday afternoon I was going to take a selfie at the "Spirit of Detroit" statue, and a mom was taking a picture there of the dad and kids. I offered to take the shot so they could all be in it, which they appreciated. The dad then wanted to get a shot with he and I with his phone, so I did the same on my phone, and then they took one of just me. The man introduced himself as DeJuan; he was a chef at the Westin and told me to come by if I had a chance the next day when he was working and he'd set me up with some free appetizers. This is the kind of outgoing friendly stuff that happens a lot down here, which led me to immediately dub Detroit "the Yankee New Orleans". DeJuan and I. I was also amazed at the BEAUTIFUL color of the Detroit River, a glowing green-blue/teal/aqua. Coming from near the mouth of the muddy brown Mississippi River, and knowing well the clear iced-tea colored creeks and rivers across the South, that was a pleasant surprise. I swear, it almost looked Caribbean. View from Windsor. That's the real color of the river, boys and girls. Looks even more pretty when you look straight down at it, say when walking across the Belle Isle bridge to catch a Grand Prix race... There was a pretty strong demarcation between downtown and the rest of Detroit, and despite being prepared, it was still amazing how empty it really is, both in terms of residential AND commercial. Just north of Comerica is I-75, which is a downtown demarcation line, and just north of the Interstate was where I parked for the game (on-street, for free). The area was mostly bare with lots of vacant lots, a few vacant homes, and several occupied homes (a few of which were nicely renovated): Just north of Comerica Park-- one on left is boarded up, other three are renovated. Empty lots all around. Most of the beautiful but empty downtown skyscrapers and buildings have renovations planned, which is good... It was neat to find an occasional residential block, or street, where folks have come back (or dug in originally) and was kept up and occupied. The best example of this I saw was Seminole Street in an area called the West Village. Just west of it is Island View, and just east of it was English Village, both of which looked like war zones-- mostly cleared lots, vacant buildings, scattered homes. But Seminole Street was full of up-kept homes, nicely manicured lawns, and ACTIVITY, such as a young white couple pushing a stroller who stopped for a conversation with a neighbor; a black man working on his lawn. That sort of thing was the exception, though. Another weird thing was while riding around on an overcast drizzly afternoon in Hamtramck, I passed by a recreational field and saw a bunch of what appeared to be immigrant kids playing CRICKET. Very interesting and different: Just as there was a demarcation between downtown and the rest of Detroit, there was a HUGE change in passing from Detroit to Grosse Pointe Park. From gritty urban to hoity-toity fancy; the various Grosse Pointes reminded me a lot of sections of Uptown New Orleans or more appropriately, Metairie Club Gardens. The outer suburbs-- that was a different thing. Being the location of the Silverdome and the Palace, I figured driving along the main roadways would look like the bustling suburban corridors of Causeway Blvd or Veterans Blvd here in my hometown of Metairie. But the roadways and suburban areas had little, if any, density at all; there were innumerable office park campuses, and retail development was very scattered along the four lane collector and thoroughfare roads that I drove. Down here and in places like Atlanta, California, Texas, Phoenix, Florida; you will always see a fast food joint, a bank, a gas station, or CVS/Walgreens. There you are more likely to see trees than anything. Also, like the Silverdome, there are LOTS of empty/vacant commercial buildings and spaces for lease. And there did not appear to be much new construction or re-development, certainly not like I see down here. The residential neighborhoods are WELL hidden from the so-called 'main drags'. It reminded me of development around somewhere like outer Hattiesburg, MS, rather than a major city. I looked up some data and it seems to correlate: Metairie has a population density of 6,296 per sq. mile. Pontiac is 2,980, and Auburn Hills is only 1,289! They seem to have a thing against street lighting, as well; driving around there at night is VERY dark. And they roll the sidewalks up at night, too-- I passed by a gas station catty-corner from the Silverdome, they were CLOSED-- dark, lights-out closed-- at 9:30 on a Saturday night. This was very foreign to me.... Also, the roadways out there have the recent transportation planning design trend of making almost every turning movement right-in, right out, with u-turns to switch direction. Not many left turns or median cuts.
  11. Pretty neat-- informative and enjoyable. It took me a few days to get back in the groove at work and home, but I finally got around to completing my recap of the trip. First, the itinerary/chronology in a rapid-fire mode, then (in the next post) a more thoughtful discussion of impressions of Detroit. The itinerary: Day 1: Landed At DTW; got a Dodge Charger for the rental, drove straight to downtown; found a free parking space along the riverfront; walked along the riverfront; went to the top of the RenCen and had a Bombay Sapphire and tonic while looking out and taking a few pics; walked around a bit more downtown taking pics of Joe Louis Fist sculpture, Spirit of Detroit statue, and Mariner's Church; went back to car and drove around downtown a bit; parked and had a Coney each at American and Lafayette; drove over to old Tiger Stadium site; drove north of I-75 and parked on-street for free before going to Tigers game, left at dusk and drove out to Pontiac/Auburn Hills and checked in to hotel, taking a swim before going to bed. Beautiful. One of the best, (if not THE best) of the MLB ballparks I've been to. Better in my opinion aesthetically than AT&T in San Francisco... oh, and most importantly, they had Bombay Sapphire in the full bar... Day 2: Checked out Silverdome ruins, drove down to Eastern Market and wandered around having breakfast there (strawberry-rhubarb turnover, bagel, lemonade and a lot of free samples of fruit, meats, etc.). Did some more downtown: Michigan Central Station, People Mover, Guardian Building, One Campus Martius/Compuware; drove around a bit in some in-town neighborhoods and saw Masonic Temple; crossed over to Windsor via tunnel, saw the Windsor Arena and riverfront; got some Tim Horton's for lunch; drove down for about 1/2 hour to see Lake Erie, came back to Windsor and crossed back via Ambassador Bridge; went to Belle Isle and saw my first auto race in person; drove up through a few more Detroit neighborhoods and the various Grosse Pointes, drove back in and around Hamtramck and saw Packard Plant; had dinner at Plaka Cafe in Greektown (lamb chops-- yum!), then it was raining so went back to 'burbs and checked out The Palace at Auburn Hills before going back to hotel for a couple of nightcaps, a hot-tub soak and bed. On the other hand, out in the 'burbs there is this... Day 3: Had a free comped breakfast at hotel; checked out; went to Detroit Institute of the Arts and saw Diego Rivera mural and other art; drove around a lot of in-town neighborhoods; saw Fisher Building and Cadillac Place; got White Castle drive thru for lunch in Corktown and drove back to DTW and flew home. Abandoned St. Agnes Church alongside 12th Street/ Rosa Parks Blvd. in LaSalle Gardens area
  12. 2012 BCS National Championship. Have it so that Alabama, who did not win their division OR the conference title, is not in the championship game in a rematch with a team who beat them earlier that year. Instead magically have Oklahoma State come out ahead in their only loss ( they lost in overtime), or have them selected for the #2 spot and placed in that game instead of Bama. LSU would have taken care of them, I'm sure. Second is any other 'Bama championship under Saban: Clemson, Notre Dame, or Texas (Colt McCoy gets knocked out of the game on their 1st drive-- without that it'd been a very different game).
  13. Nope. Not even close. There was no 2nd shooter on the grassy knoll, either. It'S 12:20 AM, and I'm doing this on my phone, so I'll give you the short answer, which is about the opposite of rams80's thesis. Benson bought the team from the league, and was happy to do so because he would now own BOTH pro franchises in his city; he wouldn't have to share the limelight or comparisons with another owner. It was no secret around here that he did not like sharing the limelight with George Shinn, just as it was no coincidence that he finally started a long-promised Arena League team (the VooDoo) shortly after Shinn moved the Hornets to New Orleans. Benson also wanted a new name and identity SO BADLY that he convinced Stern to shorten the time period for a name and logo change from two years to one; in fact HE made it part of the deal for HIS purchase. The worst kept secret was that it was going to be "Pelicans" all along, the other names thrown out were all red herrings. Benson had the name "New Orleans Pelicans" wrapped up since 1993, when he tried to beat out the AAA Denver Zephyrs for the New Orleans spot with the double-A Charlotte Knights franchise (which he bought from, of all people, George Shinn) and lost. Maybe tomorrow I'll post the inside scoop on how the pre-Benson Hornets could've had the Jazz name back.
  14. Having talked to some San Diegan Charger fans (1 native and one who has lived there since adulthood) I got the impression the Raiders were their archrival. Makes sense; NoCal -SoCal split; same division going back to the AFL days, etc. I always thought the Hornets/Pelicans and Memphis Grizzlies would have made good rivals-- both relocated to their respective locations within a year of each other, same division and the only 2 non-Texas teams in division; 2 southern cities on Mississippi River with musical leanings-- but it never germinated as such.
  15. Ummm... no.