In a new ESPN Films documentary entitled “Going Big,” which premieres next week on ESPNU, former Trail Blazer center Sam Bowie admitted that leading up to the 1984 draft, he may have misled Blazers doctors regarding his health.
“I can still remember them taking a little mallet, and when they would hit me on my left tibia, and ‘I don’t feel anything’ I would tell ’em. But deep down inside, it was hurting,” Bowie said in the documentary. “If what I did was lying and what I did was wrong, at the end of the day, when you have loved ones that have some needs, I did what any of us would have done.”
In an interview with The Oregonian on Wednesday, Bowie denied lying to Portland about the validity of his injuries before the ’84 draft and said one paragraph out of the hour-long documentary was blown out of proportion.
I’m too young to have experienced the Sam Bowie era in Portland, (although my generation essentially relived it with Greg Oden), so hearing this news doesn’t really bother me. It happened. Portland picked Bowie over Michael Jordan. It was the worst draft decision in sports history (Boy do I sound bitter), but after all these years, I don’t really blame Bowie for seeing a way to help his family financially, I blame the Blazers medical staff for choosing him in the first place.
Like any potential draft prospect, Bowie went through the necessary tests during his pre-draft examination. Every conceivable way to determine how strong his bones were and if any previous injuries would linger were apparently done. In the end, team doctor Robert Cook okayed Bowie’s health.
But the thing is, you can do all the tests in the world and not really know who’s going to stay healthy and who isn’t. Sometimes it’s just bad luck. Grant Hill was healthy throughout his college career and his first six years in Detroit before missing 374 out of 574 games over seven seasons in Orlando due to injury. In the case of Sam Bowie, it wasn’t bad luck. They should have just seen the warning signs in college.
Bowie missed two seasons in college due to severe injuries to his shinbone. He’d actually developed leg trouble as early as high school. But the Blazers team of doctors chose to ignore the history because Portland needed a center to complement Clyde Drexler, Jim Paxson and Kiki Vandeweghe.
So the news of Bowie lying or not lying about being healthy at that time is irrelevant at this point. Should he have been more forthcoming regarding his injuries, absolutely. But it was up to the trained medical professionals to look beyond the data and science and look at the history. What’s that quote about history repeating itself?
Unusual Baby Names of 2012
The folks over at Baby Center revealed their list of the strangest baby names of the year. With nearly half a million parents sharing, the world is now able to see the truly unusual (perhaps horrible) mistakes they’ve made.
Here’s a few of my personal favorites for each gender.
Girls: Ace (perhaps they love the hardware store.)
Jagger (One of Mick’s many children?)
Juju (After the candy from that Seinfeld episode?)
Excel (Somebody loves spreadsheets!)
Thinn (I could go somewhere with this one but I won’t.)
Yoga (Teaching a healthy lifestyle way too early.)
And here’s a few more: Admire, Fedora, Gilmore, Jazzy, Jury, Oasis, Rogue, Sesame and Shoog.
Boys: Alpha (I can already tell this guy’s gonna be a cocky son of a B.)
Ball (Your potential first word can’t be your name.)
Drifter (The unemployment rate is high enough as it is.)
Espn (I love sports too but come on!)
Turbo (This guy better be an Olympic sprinter.)
Thunder (This guy better play for the Oklahoma City Thunder.)
Vice (Should the name of your son be a word that refers to a bad habit?)
There’s so many more: Bond, Burger, Casanova, Four, Google, Hurricane, Jedi, Legacy, Popeye and Tron.
So the next time you scoff at a celebrity naming their baby Apple, Moses or Pilot Inspektor, remember that there are just as many ordinary people doing the exact same thing.
Netflix Instant Pick: Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale
What if Santa really was real? What if instead of being a jolly-old man eager to spread Christmas cheer, he was an evil bastard who punished and tortured any children who were even remotely naughty during the year?
Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale presents this very unusual, but kind of intriguing scenario. In Northern Finland, an archaeologist has unearthed Santa’s apparent evil underground lair. You would think the children in the small town would be excited to know Santa really exists. But as I said earlier, Santa kind of dislikes children so one-by-one, they all start to disappear.
A young boy and his father, who just happens to hunt reindeer, accidentally capture who they think could be old Saint Nick. Wanting to earn money for their small town, the two of them try to sell him to the corporation sponsoring the dig. But Santa’s evil (and very naked) elves will do anything to free their notorious leader.
At a lean 84 minutes, Rare Exports doesn’t run long enough for viewers to determine what it is. It can’t quite decide whether it wants to be a straight up Christmas horror movie or an unusual holiday fable about the spirit of Christmas. There’s a small amount of violence, perhaps the most amount of full-frontal male nudity I’ve ever seen in a film and a little language.
And yet despite all of that, it still comes off as kind of a sweet holiday film that tackles father and son issues, believing in things unimaginable and lifting the spirits of children. The last scene in particular is very “Christmasy” and a little unusual considering the tone of the rest of the film.
But If you’re a little tired of the same holiday films every year and want something completely original and strange, Rare Exports is worth a look.
CALM Act Finally Goes into Affect
On December 15, 2010, President Obama signed a bill into law that was long overdue. On Thursday, that law finally went into affect. The Commercial Advertisement Loudness Mitigation (CALM) Act, which was introduced to Congress by Rep. Anna Eshoo (D-CA), says that TV stations, cable operators, satellite TV providers or other multichannel video program distributors must apply standard audio levels to commercials transmitted to viewers.
In other words, every time you’re sitting down enjoying a fine episode of Jeopardy, you don’t have to worry about suddenly being jolted out of your recliner by ads for the GAP or Outback Steakhouse.
Congresswoman Eshoo said that it was by far the most popular bill she’d ever sponsored in her 18-year career in the house. Of course it was. Millions of Americans can’t be bothered with the notion of searching for the remote to either mute or lower the volume when commercials come on.
Individually, we probably all thought we were crazy when advertisements would be louder than the programs we were watching. And then finally, two years ago we all heard the news about the CALM Act being introduced and collectively we all said, “I’m not crazy. Other people notice it too.”