Eschew obfuscation

OK, all you leg-shavers, listen up. Enough already with the “presented by,” “fueled by” and “powered by” in your already-overlong team/event names. That lame-ass marketing bullshit stopped being cute a long time ago and it fucks with the rhythm of a race story:

Kent Corner (PetsNotSoSmart-Dr. Moreau’s Are We Not Men? Animal Clinic Powered by Devo) bested Watcher Lion (PizzaMart-Liquor World Fueled By Whiskey River Gentlemen’s Club) in the Close Cover Before Striking Institute of Studying Appliance Repair At Home In Your Spare Time Tour de Industrial Park to Raise Awareness of the Hazard of Electrocution.

Seriously. Knock that shit off. You’ll notice that the real pros cuddle up to the simple hyphen, like HTC-Columbia, Garmin-Transitions or Omega Pharma-Lotto. Tell your sponsors that two big spenders make the team name and the ham-and-eggers get to hang out backstage. Money talks and bullshit walks, straight to the back pockets on the team jersey. And while we’re into the whole brevity thing, lose the “Cycling Team” part of your name. We didn’t think you were bowlers.

Finally, I notice while compiling results that all you bozos with the extra-long handles are mostly all hat and no cattle. When you’re racking up the DNFs or being timed with a sundial you want to give the working press something short, like Monk E. Spanker (OTB-Jacques).

Juan Williams is full of shit

You want to bend over for Fox News pimp Roger Ailes, fine. Just don’t try to give NPR a handjob while you’re assuming the position.

Juan Williams got the ax from NPR on Wednesday and the only question I have regarding the matter is, “Why did it take so long?” This wasn’t the first instance in which Williams farted higher than his ass, as NPR chief exec Vivian Schiller noted in an e-mail to affiliates, and his outrage — particularly given that Ailes promptly offered him a new three-year contract pegged at nearly $2 million — makes me laugh out loud.

In an essay on FoxNews.com, Williams says:

“This is an outrageous violation of journalistic standards and ethics by management that has no use for a diversity of opinion, ideas or a diversity of staff (I was the only black male on the air). This is evidence of one-party rule and one sided thinking at NPR that leads to enforced ideology, speech and writing. It leads to people, especially journalists, being sent to the gulag for raising the wrong questions and displaying independence of thought.”

Ho, ho. A $2 million gulag. Send me there pronto. I can talk out of my ass as well as Williams can.

All work and no play

The lads the last time we had the band together in Santa Rosa, circa 2006.
The lads the last time we had the band together in Santa Rosa, circa 2006.

Busy, busy, busy. I know, that’s no excuse — my duty is to bring the snark, 24/7 — but I’ve forgotten where I left it. The ravages of age, don’t you know.

Hell, you’re lucky I’m around at all. I had planned a cycling trip to California — I was gonna hit the road tomorrow, drive to Ely, Nevada, spend the night, then make the final push into Santa Rosa for a week of pedaling around the wine (and beer) country with a couple of old newsie buds.

But midweek I was still feeling the effects of leaving my DNA on the Palmer Park trails, my chiropractor was threatening to tear me down for parts, and there was work to be done over at VeloNews.com.

So I bailed on the trip and instead of spinning leisurely from winery to brewpub and back again, I’m working on my monitor tan as VN.com covers the Vuelta a España, this doping revelation and that one, the USA Cycling Pro Championships in South Carolina, the Tour of Britain, the impending domestic cyclo-cross season … and don’t forget Interbike. I know you’d like to, as I have, but don’t.

In fact, dash right out and buy something from a bike shop right this minute. You owe me that much.