The NHL Department of Player Safety Is Literally Phoning It In
The NHL Department of Player Safety is a meticulously built monument to indifference. It’s not a circus; it’s a vending machine for predation presided over by George Parros. Every dismissed hit adds another charred stick to the stack. We’ve traded the "Code" for a conference call and capped justice at five games which reads to us as an administrative love tap for avoidable damage. The system is a tired re-run where consequences bear no relation to harm. Until we abolish the phone and demand reciprocity, the Department o Player Safety is a hollow relic.
The Rules of Trash Talk - Where is The Line?
Trash talk has a line, usually found somewhere between ‘your mom smells of elderberries’ and ‘your mom is the village mule,’ since everybody’s had a ride.
What follows is Torsten’s confessional about his own brush with extracurricular justice in a high school soccer match involving a fast striker, a slow referee, and an insult so nuclear it triggered a response normally reserved for nature documentaries.
Torsten builds the Mount Rushmore of the greatest smack-talkers across sports history — the artists, the sociopaths, the philosophers, and Philip Rivers.
Highway Robbery: Sports’ Worst Contracts and Their Scam Equivalents
Bobby Bonilla may be the ubiquitous Bernie Madoff equivalent when it comes to players fleecing their teams but what if we told you that his is hardly the most noteworthy of one-sided contracts?