The Count hates the rain. Back during all those Dracula movies, it seemed like it was always a dark and stormy night (copyright), and the power went out in the house — again! — and some helpless hottie in a 1930’s-acceptable negligee strolled down a staircase with six inches of dust on it (did that woman ever clean?) to answer the door for, of course: Dracula! The Count’s not about that. He tries to think happy thoughts. He hates being dragged down by family history. And Twitter. He really hates Twitter. We count down . . .
Last week, we brought you all the All-Apology version of the Tuesday Countdown. This week, we will continue in that area. Admittedly, we went a little heavy with the video this week. But we felt we needed to the lighten the mood, what with everybody water-logged. But first, about Twitter: You know, the great thing about it is you’re allowed 140 characters, and “moron” only takes up five. Which leads me to Robert Henson. You’ve probably never heard his name before, and soon you won’t be able to find his name or his body, at least not without sending divers into the Potomac. But all I know is I suddenly can’t find his Twitter account.
Henson is a rookie linebacker with Washington. He has yet to make an NFL tackle. That apparently gave him license to rip Redskins fans (who booed the team Sunday) on his Twitter account. The entire “Tweet” from @RedskinsLB51: “All you fake half hearted Skins fan can..I won’t go there but I dislike you very strongly, don’t come to Fed Ex to boo dim wits!!” He also wrote, “The question is who are you to say you know what’s best for the team and you work 9 to 5 at Mcdonalds.” I believe when Henson gets cut, he plans to work at the United Nations. Or McDonalds.
I found the RTs (re-Tweet in cool Twitter code) from somebody else. I would’ve taken them directly from Henson’s page but I checked this morning and it no longer exists. This follows Henson’s clumsy apology Monday. Consider it part of the Great Twitter Backlash. Who else has dropped his Twitter page? Your very own Joe Johnson of the Hawks (@JoeJohnson501). A few weeks ago, I weighed in on some of Johnson’s strange Tweets and how strange it was that the same pro athletes who complain about the media and public invading on their personal lives were putting everything out there in cyberspace, 140 characters at a time. Either something clicked with Johnson, or somebody said something to him, or both. Because his page also has vanished. You know, reporting was starting to become a very easy thing. Go to Twitter and type in a name. Egad! This might mean we’re going to have to start asking questions again.
This is a Winter Olympics story. (But don’t leave, it’s funny!) The next Games are in Vancouver, but it seems Canadians are getting tough! They don’t want “foreigners” (and we’re including the U.S.) to practice on their facilities. This all feeds into the home-luge advantage. Catherine Raney, an American speedskater, told the New York Times: “They’re playing nasty. I think every one of us would love to prove to them that what they did wasn’t right, and we’re ready to show it on the ice.” Ooooh. Unfortunately, our Winter Olympics history shows that our skaters tend to only knee-cap each other (see: Tonya and Nancy). But this did remember in a backwards sort of way of the great comedy flick, “Canadian Bacon,” which would be a good rental on a day like this. It’s about a U.S. president whose popularity is dropping so he starts a “Cold War” with Canada. A clip follows.
Staying in Canada, or at least in their home sport, the Thrashers played a pre-season game at Philips Arena Monday night. The combination of the weather and an overwhelming lack of interest led to about 500 people being in the building. A spokesman said it was the smallest crowd in the arena since the last Dream game. (I might’ve made up that last part.)
We know Georgia Tech fans are still a little down after last Thursday’s faceplant in Miami. But this should cheer you up. This video, courtesy of The Big Lead, via HotClicks, via You Tube — welcome to the new media foodchain in which I now live — shows a Clemson fan suffering after the Yellow Jackets’ comeback win over the Tigers’ two weeks ago. Expert commentary is provided by Chris Fowler and Jesse Palmer.
Forgive me, but I’m about to make some blanket generalizations. The Utah Flash of the NBA Development League (aka “D-League”) announced it will hold tryouts in Atlanta Oct. 24 at Clayton State University. The Flash is an affiliate of the Hawks. One shouldn’t assume that if you make the Flash, you have a chance to make the Hawks, although I’m pretty sure that’s how Shelden Williams got here. But here’s the catch: Tryouts cost $150 in advance or $175 the day of the camp. Only cash or cashier’s check will be accepted. Why? Oh, I’m guessing because most people who go to D-League tryout camps don’t have a lot of money and therefore can’t be trusted with a personal check. Which leads me to this question: How many potential players can afford $15o to $175 to try out for a minor-league team, especially in this economy? And does the weekly minimum D-League salary exceed $150? Good luck with that.
The first Winter Olympics I ever covered were the Albertville Games in 1992. My three personal highlights: 1) Skiing the French Alps during a few hours off; 2) A Russian journalist asking a question to U.S. hockey coach Dave Peterson that began with the statement, “Coach Peterson. You have no system.”; 3) Covering Herschel Walker in the bobsled for comedic value. (I tried to find video of Herschel in the bobsled, but the only one I located couldn’t be embedded. So here’s the link.) Now comes word that Walker — at 47 years old — has signed a contract with a mixed martial arts promoter. No fight has been scheduled yet, but I have a question: Is he that bored? Is this just lingering effects from football? Is he really that crazy? Sorry. That’s three questions. Walker recently was booted off “Celebrity Apprentice.” I seem to recall something about a frozen food venture. Then there was the talk a while back about joining the FBI, and on a lighter note he wrote a book about his personality disorder, “Breaking Free,” in which he says he played Russian Roulette with a loaded gun. I guess some people just need to stay busy and high profile. But I think I preferred it when he just ran over Bill Bates. Speaking of which, “The thighs, Larry, the thighs!” Video follows.
Plaxico Burress, who shot himself in the leg in a New York nightclub, I believe to get out of OTAs, began his two-year prison term today at Rikers Island. ESPN’s Kelly Naqi has a nice video recap on the link. There was a delay on when Burress reporting because prison officials debated about whether to put him into the same cellblock as criminals who actually shot other people, not just themselves. (Editorial comment: I know Burress is a knucklehead. But this nuts.)
Just checked Twitter to see if I could find any “insight” on Michael Vick’s possible first regular season action with Philadelphia this week. I’m not sure if he’s on Twitter but I found several addresses, including @MV7isback, @Vick_Michael and @RealRonMexico, which I’m guessing is not legit. So far, nothing too salacious. Did Bob Woodward start this way?