George Kliavkoff likely topped the list of “most Googled” on Thursday because few knew of him and fewer could pronounce his name before he was tapped as the new PAC12 Commissioner.
Kliavkoff replaces Larry Scott, the waste of air who ran the PAC12 into the ground while pulling in $4.8 million in salary and working in offices Louis XVI would envy. Kliavkoff wasted no time putting his fingerprints on the Pac12 rebuild. Zooming through a long list of Larry Scott’s failures, he set an agenda to fix the wreck Scott left starting with the obvious – fix the calamity of low revenue by the conference. The revenue-generating sports are dependent on media revenue, and that was stuck in 1970’s sitcom. Let no one gaslight the issue. Football and Men’s Basketball are the engine that makes the PAC12 run. Media money from the revenue sports finance, everything. Without Football and Mens Basketball there is no women’s softball or gymnastics. Scott had more interest in his food stipend than how to move the PAC12 into the 21st century and generate revenue.
Enough on Scott. He’s gone like Louis XVI head, but he left a wreck to repair. Kliavkoff seems well-suited for the fix. He’s a media and sports guy. A media caution I saw complained that Kliavkoff has no ‘experience’ with colleges. So? Seriously what does “college” have to do with college sports?
We’ve all seen it, a Padres fan walks up to a Rockies fan and without warning, clocks him with a right cross. Rockies fan goes down like a sack of wheat. I didn’t find the blow surprising. Bleacher fights happen – usually between willing pugilists and more often they resemble two teenage girls with flailing arms and hair-pulling.
What knocked me out was the reaction on social media. Talking heads from sports websites celebrated it. Former MLB players David Freeze thought it was justified.
Celebrities egging on twitter trolls causes a cascade of trolls to descend and offer their stupid take for their 5 seconds of fame. Closest your usual Twitter troll has ever been to a real fight is throwing a game controller at a TV while playing Grand Theft Auto but that doesn’t stop them from glorifying a coward’s blow. The whole thing – justifying criminal battery and celebrating a coward knocking another man unconscious is a sad reflection on America’s sense of justice. Words are not violence. You are not harmed by someone insulting your team or for that matter insulting your mama.
Rockies fan didn’t press charges no doubt because he thought, or was told, that he would be seen as a pussy. Me? I would have pressed charges (its likely misdemeanor battery) and insisted on prosecution. And I would have sued Padre fan. Call me a pussy. I don’t care. Padre fan would spend thousands on a criminal defense lawyer, and then spend a couple of weeks, or weekends in jail. He’d lose his right to own a firearm and I’d eat into his bank account after he spent several thousands on a civil defense lawyer. “Well insurance would pay for it” Nope. No insurance for intentional acts. Welcome to adulthood, clown.
In 2011 Bryan Stow attended a Dodgers game and was beaten into a coma by a couple of cowards. Both criminals were caught and sentenced to prison. Stow is still in his own prison of brain damage.
I litigated a case where the plaintiff died after being punched in the face. He fell backwards and hit the back of his head on concrete. He suffered a brain bleed and died.
Had Rockies fan been hit a few inches higher he might have had life-long damage to his left eye. He still might have broken bones in his face or neck. He might have fallen forward and bounced his head off of concrete and died. Then it’s not so funny to most adults. Still might be to the twitter clowns.
The shear look of astonishment on Baffert’s perfectly tanned face should have been a tell. Maybe when he was interviewed, his look of: “what the hell just happened?” was an acknowledgment that he never thought that his “little horse” would win. But it did win.
Maybe some scoundrel slipped Baffert’s little horse a shot WOW, or maybe it was some well known trainer who, thinking it would be nice to see a little horse finish closer to the front than the back.