"You know what? Colangelo invited me to lunch at Durant's to talk it over. 'Don't give up your season tickets,' he said. 'Stick with us. Westphal is going to be good. We've also got a wonderful kid named Alvan Adams on the way. This is going to be a successful franchise.'

"I decided to keep my season tickets. How else do you think I have such good seats down on the floor? Look around you."
I had already looked around. The arena was packed for an inconsequential exhibition game played in the middle of the football season.

In your wildest dreams, can you now imagine Colangelo feeling the necessity to call an unhappy season ticketholder and take him out to lunch?

@body:More notes jotted down in an attempt to infuriate as many readers as possible:

Eddie Basha should learn how to buy decent vegetables for his stores before pronouncing himself capable of becoming Arizona's governor.

Senator John McCain's arrogance is exceeded only by his proven cupidity and his lack of sensitivity.

KTAR-AM's firing of sportscaster Todd Walsh for knocking the Phoenix Cardinals is another shabby chapter in mediocre and gutless radio journalism.

Erma Bombeck's hilarious but carefully measured columns are the closest thing the newspaper business has to the music of Johann Sebastian Bach.

As badly needed as President Clinton's health plan is, passing it would require too many genuine sacrifices on the part of the haves to let it pass.

Sex scenes aside, the new TV show NYPD Blue is the best cop show I've ever seen.

I don't know of a smoother, more genuine television actor than John Larroquette.

The recent Valley of the Sun International Film Festival seemingly collected every single one of the most terrible films made in the last five years.

When will someone recognize that the villain in the Somalia story is George Bush?

Not until I saw Bob Dole break down and shed real tears on 60 Minutes last Sunday did I realize that he might actually be elected our next president.

The movie critics didn't give Searching for Bobby Fischer the credit it deserved.

If I were the general manager of the Philadelphia Phillies, Mitch Williams would be history. So would John Kruk.

I think Notre Dame football lost its class when it hired Lou Holtz.
I doubt the sanity of anyone who buys a NordicTrack ski exerciser for his home.

Whatever happened to that actor who appeared in the Joe Isuzu commercials?
Have you noticed that Ralph Lauren seems to be everywhere?
I looked for a razor on the first floor of the new I. Magnin store the other day, and found that the cheapest one it had was $55.

The prime cause of crime is not drugs, but alcohol.
The next big supermarket-tabloid story will be about William Kennedy Smith's fistfight last week in the Bardo Bar in Arlington, Virginia.

The space flights are a total waste of time and money.
I don't believe there is such a thing as an El Nio weather pattern.
Every time I turn on television, David Frost is interviewing Richard Nixon or some other politician who hasn't won an election in a decade.

When they were performing together, I always liked Garfunkel better than Simon.

San Francisco is my favorite city.
The Philadelphia 76ers' Shawn Bradley, all seven feet, six inches of him, will be this year's biggest bust in the NBA. There was a time when Oscar Taylor was considered a good restaurant.

I look for the National Football League to grant its next franchises to Baltimore and Charlotte. Bill Bidwill poisoned the well in St. Louis.

Senator Bill Bradley's suggestion that we place a 25 percent tax on the purchase of firearms makes sense. So does a 1,000 percent tax on ammunition.

Dave Barry is right. Ross Perot looks more like a space alien every day.
How could anyone think The Bridges of Madison County is worth five minutes of anyone's time?

I have never seen Jeff Bridges turn in a bad performance in a film.
Did you ever get the feeling that two pounds of every Sunday's Arizona Republic are unreadable?

@body:A final note:
In the midst of all the hate being spewed by radio talk-show hosts about the verdict in the Reginald Denny case, one vitally important facet of the incident is always ignored. Denny's life was saved by four black people. In the face of mob hysteria at the time of the beating, they voluntarily stepped forward and spirited Denny away from the scene and to a hospital.

They were ordinary people, not do-gooders or card-carrying liberals. Here are their names: Bobby Green, who makes his living driving a truck; Terri Barnett, a clerk in a store; Titus Murphy, who is out of work; and Lei Yuille, a nutritionist.

Why don't the talk-show crazies get them on their hot lines? Why not explore the reasons these ordinary people turned their backs on racism and behaved like genuine heroes?

But why do that? It is hate that builds heat and big ratings, not calm reflection. And ratings is the only name of the game, whether your name is Rush Limbaugh or Barry Young.

« Previous Page
My Voice Nation Help