Er.912am - sssshhhhh supposed to be working.

BG,

I can't believe reading through that list of Detroit greats that not a single hockey player was named. Isn't Detroit called HockeyTown?

Isaiah Thomas? Really? You can have the Pistons. I like that you included Trammel, Sweet Lou, and Morris. Good guys. But you have one glaring exclusion from your list.

Billy Sims!

Early 80's. The man practically invented the term "Turf Toe"

You finally hit me with a really tough question. I'm a 4 sport Philly fan. I remember the Broadstreet Bullies winning the cup in the mid 70's. But there are two games that really stand out for me personally and were big for Philly.

The last game of when the Sixers swept the Lakers in '83. The one with wee lil Mo Cheeks dunking at the end. Doc with the dunk in LA. To this day, I can still name the starting 5 for that team. It's an old trivia question to test Sixer fans that gets tougher for people to answer as the years move on. Moses Malone, Julius Erving, Mo Cheeks, Andrew Toney, and the always popular, never forgotten, Mark Iavaroni. With Bobby Jones sitting on the bench. They finally got Doc his championship.

I hate pro basketball now. But I remember those games. Also, the last major sports championship the city has seen.

But I'll never forget the final game of the 1980 World Series. Phillies beat the Royals. Willie Wilson and that damned toothpick. He could keep chewing it for all I cared as long he continued to make outs at a stunning pace. George Brett and the hemorrhoids. Schmidt, Boone, Rose, Charlton, the Bull.

I remember the final game. Sitting on the couch with my mom. Diehard Phillies fan that one. (and always had the hots for Bob Boone). The tension of the game was killing my 13 year old heart. When Tug McGraw threw the last strikeout, the whole city and suburbs erupted after years of making the NLCS and never getting through.

And what do you know, 24 years later and I'm still waiting for that feeling again.

Coming back at ya. What was the best game you ever attended?

Mine is easy. August 15th, 1990. Terry Mulholland threw a no-hitter against the Giants for a very crappy Phillies team. Charlie Hayes made a horrible throwing error to kill the perfect game, and then made a great diving grab to seal the no-hitter. The most amazing part? Watching people come INTO the stadium in the later innings instead of making a mad dash for the parking lot.


1039AM

Al,

You had the hots for Bob Boone?

Oh, your mom carried that torch. Well then. I knew you were a catcher, I just was confused and thought you were a receiver too.

I loved Marc Iavaroni. He was one of the multitude of white guys the Jazz (I lived in Utah in the mid 80s) would bring in instead of more talented players of color. I’m thinking of Stockton, Bobby Hansen, Billy Donovan, Pace Mannion (my neighbor, by the way), Mark Eaton, and the whitest of all the white guys, Jeff Hornacek. I swear to god, if you were one of the two guys choosing up sides at the “Y,” and you didn’t see Hornacek shoot beforehand, you’d probably have picked him near the bottom. That dude was all Adam’s Apple.

By the way, I’m missing about four dozen white guys from the Jazz teams of that era, but only because I have a special spot in my heart for some of the other dorky white guys scattered around the league. I’m talking Sikma, Gminski, Rambis, Mokeski, Kite, and the patron saint of worthless tall guys everywhere, Chuck Nevitt. Who was the genius that signed carnival freaks just to stand under the goal with their arms up? Did this defensive strategy ever work? I swear to god, give me five Rodmans over one Nevitt and four Rodmans any day of the week.

So long as I get my penicillin shot before you give me five Rodmans.

Anyway, you asked about the greatest game I’ve ever seen live.

When I lived in the Detroit metro area, I had a guy. He was the guy you went to if you needed anything. At the tail end of the 1997 season, Barry Sanders was threatening the 2,000 yard barrier. So with the Jets visiting the Lions in week 17, I called my guy and asked him to keep a lookout for tickets.

Sunday, 1230PM, 30 minutes to kickoff and I get the call. “Hey, I got two from a season ticket holder, face value – want em?” Hell yeah I do. I grabbed my boy Stinky, who was “on call” in case I landed the tix, and we hustled over to my guy’s house to pick them up.

We didn’t get to the stadium until about 130PM, and we didn’t get seated until close to 2. No matter, it was something like 6-3 at the half, and we didn’t miss much. But oh my god were our seats amazing! 45 yard line, 38 rows up. Perfect. Not too close, not too far.

Four major events happened in the second half. One, a guy in our section (about 20 rows down) had a heart attack and had to be attended to by paramedics. Two, Reggie Brown suffered his near-paralysis neck injury, which ended his career. I’ve never heard 70,000 people hold their breath at the same time before this day. Three, Bryant Westbrook intercepted a ball in the endzone while blatantly laying on his back with his helmet and shoulders fully out of bounds. This was one year before replay. And four, Barry broke 2,000.

He broke it in the fourth quarter on a one yard dive with a generous spot. As if putting an exclamation mark on the season, he broke the very next play for 60 some yards and was caught inside the five yard line.

Barry was caught from behind more than most backs his size. Great east/west speed, but wasn’t a north/south burner.

Greatest game I ever saw live. And I maintain to this day that Barry Sanders is actually marginally underrated in the history of the game. I think football, more so than any other sport, is so much a team game that it’s nearly impossible for one player (short of Ray Lewis) to take a team on his shoulders and win a championship all by himself. And that’s the knock on Barry – no championships. Well, that and the negative yardage, which is a nitpicking load of crap.

Anyway, I’m thinking about what it means to be underrated, and put together a little list for you here - The Top Five Underrated TV Characters of All Time

(in no order)

1) Artie, played by Rip Torn, on “The Larry Sanders Show” – actually, I’m going to say that Rip Torn’s portrayal here is the most underrated character in TV history. He held that show together, brought it dignity, and was funny as hell along the way.

2) Jimmy James, played by Stephen Root, on “NewsRadio” – Stephen Root is terrific in everything he does. His “Milton” from “Office Space” is so wildly in the other direction from Jimmy James that it makes this egomaniac all that much more remarkable.

3) Dr. Johnny Fever, played by Howard Hessman, on “WKRP” – you can’t mess with the Good Doctor on this one. Whether as the maniacally drunk and/or sleepy Johnny Fever, or as the teacher on “Head of the Class,” Hessman deserved better than simple TV stardom. He was classic.

4) Actor Troy McClure, voiced by Phil Hartman, from “The Simpsons” – I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I miss Troy McClure (and Lionel Hutz, for that matter) as much if not more than I miss Phil Hartman. I only wish I could introduce myself with a line like, “You may remember me from such dates as, ‘Last Friday out for Mexican,’ and ‘The Seemingly Accidental Breast Brush.’”

5) Toby Ziegler, played by Richard Schiff, on “The West Wing” – Martin Sheen, John Spencer, and Allison Janney get all the awards talk, but Schiff’s humorless speechwriter is probably my favorite character. Outside of Mary Louise Parker’s character on that show. Man, is she hot.

Who am I missing here?


1215pm

"When I lived in the Detroit metro area, I had a guy." Just making it way too easy.

BadBlood has already commented about a mistake I made. It was U.L. Washington with the toothpick. But it was still George Brett with the ass-donut in the dugout.

And I definitely remember the Boston crowd chanting "Beat L.A.". The east coast teams certainly 'hated' each other but that was nothing compared to the burning desire to take down Kareem and Magic.

About your question. I don't really watch that much TV (too busy boozing) but I can think of two characters off the top of my head that are underrated and under appreciated. Both cartoons.

1. Stewie from "Family Guy". Classic character. I'm glad to see the shows are airing again.

2. Ralph Wiggum from "The Simpson's". I wish I could find a collection of all the classic Ralph Wiggum episodes. Is there any question why on the www.thesimpsonquotes.com, only Homer is listed above Ralph?

Going back to your Barry Sanders game. I remember that game well including the Reggie Brown injury. Also, Barry Sanders was on my fantasy football team and I won the title with that game.

I got thinking about the "Golden Days" of fantasy football. I've been playing since '89 and that's a long time. Who would you induct into the Fantasy Football Hall of Fame? They must be retired.

1. Thurman Thomas - one of the first to be a multiple threat at RB with rushing and receiving yards. The early 90's Bills with the no-huddle offense. He put up massive FFL numbers.

2. Warren Moon - he was the first QB to put monster passing number in the FFL era. Thanks to the Run and Gun offense (or the Chuck and Duck offense as Buddy Ryan later named it)

3. Barry Sanders - monster yards. A ton of fun to watch. But like you said, very frustrating watching him rip off monster runs just to get caught inside the 10 yard line.

4. Jerry Rice - he was THE receiver for fantasy teams. Many years getting drafted #1 overall.

5. Steve Young - the west coast offense, a ton of rushing yards, and Jerry Rice made him a monster FFL player. Also, I pretty sure he's the only FFL QB to throw himself a touchdown pass. (pass batted down, he caught it and ran 2 yards into the endzone. Points for the passing AND receiving TD)

Who do you have?


1253PM, and sitting off a Wendy’s Double

Al,

I’m chatting online with my cousin, a student at a major university, and we’re talking politics. She made a comment about Bush and the economy, to which I responded, “Becoming a new President and gaining ‘control’ of the economy is like adopting a child who was abused by his parents. You hope you can have a positive influence, but if he’s already killing small animals and wetting the bed, you just have to point him in the right direction and hope he follows.”

Kinda like this conversation.

Emailing back and forth about everything and nothing is kinda like the abused child in this scenario. We’re both lobbing softballs, and hoping the other doesn’t either drunkenly rant on the other, or turn it into some excuse to whine about some girl from the eleventh grade. By the way, I still miss you Kristin.

That being said, BadBlood is just nitpicking. I don’t remember either of those guys for their toothpicks. I remember Willie Wilson because he had that alliteratively cool name going on, and I remember U.L. Washington because in a World B. Free-esque maneuver, he somehow got the good people at non-profit Underwriter’s Laboratories to sponsor his career.

Actually, I remember a lot of guys more from their baseball card than from their on-field performance. And because I was a little Alex P. Keaton in training in my younger days (…I used to sport a shag/when I went to school I carried lunch in a bag… sorry), I remember them more for investment potential than I do for their abilities to hit curve balls.

Take Gregg Jeffries, for instance. Gregg Jeffries was the Pets.com of the baseball card boom. His rookie card was, to put it mildly, coveted, and this rookie who had never taken a big league cut in his life was somehow worth over $10 per card.

I wasn’t the savviest of investors, just to let you know. Kind of like my ability to pick horses lately, my efforts to spot a winning baseball card investment was usually thwarted by taking some schmuck no one knew about. To wit: Teddy Higuera. Man, I loved my Teddy Higuera collection, all thirty some odd rookie cards deep. He was this slightly chubby (presumably) Mexican Brewers pitcher, and right there someone should have put the kibosh on my “investment.” Name me one other pitcher from the late 80s Milwaukee squad. Dan Plesac you say? I had a bunch of his too. Nothing like a relief pitcher on a bad team. And I remember reading an article about Boston outfielder Ellis Burks that said, “It’s not a matter of when he wins an MVP, it’s how many he’ll win.”

I think, somewhere, I’ve got a few dozen Ellis Burks cards in a box.

This is a lot like my relationship with Fantasy Football. I’ve always been the guy who ends up taking fliers with his last six picks, and has to scramble somewhere along the line to find a capable #3 WR to fill in on a bye week because Darius Watts isn’t panning out.

Now, I haven’t been playing Fantasy Football long enough to have a ton of guys to choose from if you’re limiting me to only retired players. Not to mention that you put Jerry Rice on your team, a legitimate oversight considering his inability to beat out North Carolina’s former point guard for a receiver slot. So I’m going to tweak this around, and build you a team of underrated retired non-superstars (at least the skill position guys on offense) that I’d go to war with any Sunday of the season.

We’re going to start in the offensive backfield, and my RB tandem is going to be my favorite set of backs from one of the more rugged and fun teams to watch in recent times, the 1986 Cleveland Browns. That’s right, Kevin Mack and Earnest Byner. I loved watching those two work, as it was like a great college team with two quality backs just rolling over the other team’s defense. Mack was the bowling ball, Byner was tough and just a little shiftier.

At wideout, I thought it was downright criminal that James Lofton had to wait as long as he did for induction into the Hall of Fame. That being said, I can’t put him on here in good faith, as he has finally earned his due. Let me put Sterling Sharpe on one side, as he’s a guy who would have been HOF worthy with three or four more seasons under his belt. And opposite Sharpe I want one of those fast guys, a deep threat playmaker. Give me the one or two good seasons of Louis Lipps from Pittsburgh. Then, for good measure, put Brett Perriman in the slot for me. Yep, I’m a homer, but that guy ran great routes and was able to catch tough balls in traffic.

At tight end I would go with Bavaro, Jones, or Novacek, but all three of those guys are hardly underrated. Especially Bavaro. He was a monster. Give me Fantasy Football Stud Ben Coates from New England. He was a default #1 TE pick for any number of years, and was absolutely terrific.

And then we need a QB. I’d want Randall Cunningham, but again, he’s not underrated. A guy who always impressed me though was Jim Harbaugh. He was pedestrian, sure, but the kid played gutty football and was a fiery leader. Suit him up in the #4 jersey for my guys, and let’s rock.

Oh, and to answer your question fully, I suppose I should go Ben Coates, Cris Carter, Sterling Sharpe, agree with you on Thurman Thomas, and toss in the wildcard Terry Allen (two TD machine seasons) for good measure.

Whew.

Over 90 minutes into this email… I think I need an office with a door and some sort of contract that states I only have to respond to issues between 9AM and 1130AM daily. Everything else can wait.

So, I’m curious. We chat over the IM at work, I’ve come out to your neck of the woods for about 18 hours, and we’ve got our blogs and this email thread to learn about each other on. If someone were to ask me what Pauly, Dinklage, or Grubs would do with $200 million, I think I could come up with an answer. You though? Aside from “have a bottle of SoCo handy at all times,” I don’t know that I have any clue as to what you’d do if money were no object.

Just curious, that’s all. And buy me a Powerball ticket on your way home from work tonight. Karma, doncha know…


BG,

OK, so Jerry Rice technically isn’t retired, but close enough.

If I won the Powerball……

Let’s see, first I’d come to work like nothing happened. Contact a lawyer and financial planner to set up a solid investment package so that I can properly support my future generations. I may even continue to work.

(cough)

In reality, I quit my job, hire my besieged co-workers to drink with me (except for that weird guy in the corner), and change every phone number I have.

Then I’d start making good fun investments. Pauly gets the first phone call to start casting Baby and Winky just as long as I get a cameo appearance. I’ve seen some of the movies at these independent festivals. I would expect a decent return on my investment or at least have a smoking good time doing it.

I would form that Poker Dream Team I wrote about. Of course, I’d have to add BigMike to the team so no one has to dirty their hands from smacking around The Crew. It would be a solid investment. Iggy, Felicia, Hank, Pauly, OTIS MY MAN (I didn’t forget you this time!), etc.

Other than that fun stuff. I would do my favorite thing in the world. Travel, travel, travel. And when I was done with that. I’d travel some more.

Did I mention that I’d change all my phone numbers? I supposed we’d have to ‘buy off’ our relatives so they’d leave us alone.

Do you think Iggy will remember us when he’s the world’s most famousist poker player in all whole entire world? We’ll walk by the table with our hands out begging for a quarter or looking for someone to show us the poker way and he’ll just look up from his wee chair and have his bouncer, Mike Matusow, kick us out of the casino. He’ll look over to Brunson and say, “Damn, I thought T.J. was bad”.

Here’s a tough one for you. I presented this question to Pauly a couple of months ago. 10 handed table, you can pick any 9 people, past or present, to sit and play some poker. Who do you pick? (No fair looking up all the fishies you’ve tagged on PartyPoker. BONUS CODE IGGY)


751AM Wednesday, 71 inches above sea level, 93 million miles above these devils…

Aloysius,

Nothing like a black power/five percenter quote from a white kid to kick off the morning, right? I’ve got Ladybug’s verse from “9th Wonder” off of “Blowout Comb” in my head. It was actually one of those rare times on the XM radio where the DJs on the classic hip-hop station can pry themselves away from their Kraftwerk, Cold Crush Crew, and Roxanne Shante records to play three records in a row I give a crap about. “T.R.O.Y,” followed by a Redman record I didn’t know well, then “9th Wonder.” Good stuff.

By the way, I think you missed someone on your poker dream team. If you’re really looking to bust up a few cash games, you need Lewey. You heard me, Lewey. He just needs to be schooled in what he can and can’t chase from the flop (minimizing the really bad plays, and just playing bad cards into better spots), and then he’d be an uber-dangerous tilt machine for all the unsuspecting players at the table. Let Hank and Otis clean up the mess on the back end. I’m telling you, let that dude suck out with 95 off a few times, and he’ll have everyone drooling over his chip stack, and unable to focus on the sharks swimming around them.

Make sure he can do a few Irish Car Bombs before he sits down though.

So with a big lotto win, you’d become “The Benefactor?” I think I’d become more like this chick than anything. I can’t imagine how many relatives would crawl out of the woodwork, and how many agenda pushing assholes I’d have to fend off if everyone suddenly knew I won $200M. They won’t let you pick up checks of that magnitude anonymously. I think I’d greet the lotto guy with a ski mask on and answer every question from the press by using the “F word” repeatedly. “Eff you, eff off, leave me the eff alone, don’t ask for any effing money, and I’m not effing telling you what the eff I intend to do with my new-effing-found effing wealth. Effers.”

That’ll show Katie Couric. Insolent bitch.

I’m dancing around your question though. I know this is a call-and-response email thread, and that I absolutely must come up with something for you here. Who would be the nine players I’d invite over for poker night? Well, if I wanted to win money I’d just invite the cast of “The West Wing” over. If you saw their play on the celebrity poker show, you’d know what I’m talking about.

That being said, I’d rather have an entertaining game than one where I make a marginal profit.

So, here goes.

Seat One - Yours truly. I’m spreading NLHE, $200 on the table, $1/$2 blinds.

Seat Two - Charles Barkley. I want someone on my left who’s smart enough to play well, but enough of a gambler to play some bad cards all the way down. Barkley is definitely that kind of gambler. Plus, he’s the type of guy who’ll make sure there’s no lulls in the conversation.

Seat Three - Richard Nixon. He’d be the butt of everyone’s jokes, and was a poker addict back in his day. The first of my two ex-presidents at the table, he’d be one of the uber-competitive guys that every poker table needs. I can just see rivering him for a flush on his made two pair and watching him slam the table with steam pouring out his ears. He’s dead though.

Seat Four - Bill Hicks. He’s from Texas, he’s abrasively funny, and I think he and Barkley would get along famously. Plus, putting him immediately to the left of Nixon for check-raise/re-raise purposes would be it’s own brand of comedy. Also dead.

Seat Five - Bill Clinton. I think if you were to get this guy a couple of beers, he would tell the best stories. I purposely put politicians on either side of Hicks, by the way. That’d be good for a couple of meltdowns.

Seat Six - Carl Reiner. I was trying to think of a guy who’s both “old Hollywood,” as well as funny, and Carl Reiner’s the guy. I have a great deal of admiration for him as a performer, writer, and creator, and he just seems like the type of guy that’d be entertaining as hell around the poker table.

Seat Seven - Sinatra.

Seat Eight - Ann-Margret. The “height of her powers” Ann-Margret, so we’re reaching back to the early 60s for this one. You need to put a sex kitten next to Sinatra, so here you go. I was racking my brain trying to decide on a present-day woman to take this seat, but couldn’t. They just built chicks differently back in those days. The sexuality wasn’t so overt, it just bubbled up and smoldered. Plus, those bras they wore under sweaters just kill me.

Seat Nine - Michael Jordan. If for no other reason than to have another uber-competitive player at the table. Basically, you know Barkley would be in his ear all night and he’d make a ton of bad decisions and chase good money with bad. Plus, he’s Michael Freaking Jordan. Ahmad Rashad stays home for this one though.

Seat Ten - How about my best friend Nate? He’s not quite as good as I am, which is important for someone on your right. Plus, who’s going to believe me when I tell them who I had over for poker?

That was agony. You were encouraging me to pick a “real” poker player for seat ten, but I just couldn’t do it. I mean, why would I want to get anywhere near a shark while swimming? Plus, these pros aren’t exactly the most gregarious bunch. Yes, I’d love to river Hellmuth just once, and I think it’d be terrific to flop the nuts against an aggressive Matusow, but forget it. I’d rather just have fun.

In other news, I’ve rediscovered the pencil. Yes, you heard me. I have moved from felt-tipped marker pens back to the writing instruments of my youth. My only regret is that the sharpener here in the office is electric, and not a manual crank. I like the tactile feeling I get grinding my own pencil.

(Wait for it… wait for it…)

Good god, nearly 1,100 words and I still haven’t asked you anything back in return. Well, if that’s how the formula goes, that’s how the formula goes. Besides telling me who’d be on your dead or alive poker table, riddle me this Aloysius… If your wife was gracious enough to grant you the ability to put two names on a list of “freebies,” women you could sleep with without consequence, would there be any non-celebrities that would cross your mind for consideration? I’m talking about people you know or have known in your past. And I’m not looking for names.

By the way, Huggy Bear called. He’s looking for his zebra striped cowboy hat. Seen it around?

BG,

Crazy day at work. Let's roll right along.

My ultimate poker game setup?

1 Doyle Brunson - would love to see him in action, up close.
2 Dr. Pauly - for the good kind buds
3 Stephen King - Pauly could give him tips
4 Ghandi - must have one hell of a poker face
5 Elvis - Viva Las Vegas!
6 Dubya - Somebodies gotta play every hand, any two cards
7 and 8 Paris and Nicky - come on, that's an easy one. Ya gotta have the Hilton Sisters
9 Evelyn Ng - if I have to explain this one......
10 That idiot from Dead Money = AlCantHang
Dealer Katie Holmes

What a damned loaded ass question you ask back. And you know Mrs. CantHang reads this. That being the case, there wouldn't be anyone, celebrity or not, that I would sleep with under those circumstances.

(cough)

Love you honey!

Celebrity wise, how about Jenna Bush and one of the Kerry dogsgirls. Then I could make a proper comparison and decide on my vote for November 2nd.

Did you happen to catch the Hip Hop Honors on VH1 last night? No? Everyone, including myself, was probably watching that crappy Yankees/Red Sox game (sorry Pauly, just can't pull for the Yankees under any circumstance. Even if they were playing the Braves, I'd have a problem). I dig Public Enemy and I love the version of 'Bring the Noise' they recorded with Anthrax. But what an abortion of a performance they put on together last night. Horrible.

I'll load up another question for you. As far as I know, among the poker bloggers, you've met myself, Carter, Pauly, Derek, and HDub. Who's at the top of your list to meet next?