Greg Corombos of Radio America and Jim Geraghty of National Review applaud former CNN and NBC reporter Campbell Brown, who is blasting the news media for making their networks all Trump all the time in a quest for ratings. They also slam the people behind a new film that intends to mock Ronald Reagan’s Alzheimer’s Disease and pretend he had it while president. And they discuss the wild first night of the NFL Draft, where a top prospect watched his prospects plummet after a sudden video of bong hits and admissions he was given money by coaches in college.

Update: Will Farrell has pulled out of the Reagan film project.

Trump’s Foreign Policy


Here’s a transcript of Donald Trump’s meeting with The Washington Post editorial board yesterday.

FREDERICK RYAN JR., WASHINGTON POST PUBLISHER: Mr. Trump, welcome to the Washington Post. Thank you for making time to meet with our editorial board.

Take Me Out of the Ballgame


By Keith Allison on Flickr – Originally posted to Flickr as “Adam LaRoche“, CC BY-SA 2.0.

In addition to being a politics geek, I’m a sports nut. I love most professional sports, and I’m fortunate to have a freelance gig working on NFL radio broadcasts each fall. I love sports news and talk, so I’ve been the kind of guy who gets home, turns on ESPN, and watches Pardon the Interruption, followed by an hour or an hour-and-a-half of SportsCenter before getting onto political news.

Greg Corombos of Radio America and Ian Tuttle of National Review wince at Donald Trump’s strong Tuesday but point out it was expected to be even stronger.  They also shake their heads as the path to someone beating Trump for the nomination doesn’t get any clearer.  And they discuss the decision of Ivy League football coaches to ban tackling in practice to minimize head and neck injuries.

First Gun, Favorite Gun, Next Gun?


working_gun-2The Ricochet community includes many responsible gun owners, from hunters to law enforcement, military personnel to weekend target shooters, Second Amendment enthusiasts to those just wanting personal protection. Borrowing from Jon Gabriel, what was your first gun, your favorite gun, and your next gun?

By “favorite,” I mean in terms of sentimental value, i.e., the gun that shows up the most in the lies stories that you tell.


NYT: Is It Wrong to Watch Football?


19524079-mmmainIn the hype leading up to Super Bowl 50, many journalists are asking whether football should be watched at all. The Cleveland Plain Dealer offered the headline “Football and its unavoidable violence is becoming a moral dilemma,” while USA Today and the CBC ran two different stories sharing the title “Is it immoral to watch the Super Bowl?”

The New York Times held a colloquy on the issue, inviting two former NFL players and two laypeople to answer the question, “how can fans enjoy watching a game that helps ruin players’ lives?” I’m quick to dismiss elitist sniffery at the simple joys of blue-collar entertainment, be it the proliferation of chain restaurants or the love of shoot-’em-up movies, but the Gray Lady’s coverage was more balanced that I had expected. Below are brief excerpts of each argument.

Markus Koch:

What’s Still Great About Sports


PHILADELPHIA - DECEMBER 8: The offensive line of the Army Black Knights gets set to snap the ball during a game against the Army Black Knights on December 8, 2012 at Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Navy won 17-13. (Photo by Hunter Martin/Getty Images)

A contemporary sports fan with a brain surveys the pro and college sports landscapes and is forced to consider, “is this really worth my time, money, and energy?”

Astronomical salaries, lunatic agents, endless analysis, coaches who think they’re Patton, and fans who feel every blown call is a grounds for an appeal to the Supreme Court — it all takes its toll.

Greg Corombos of Radio America and Jim Geraghty of National Review enjoy watching Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel feel the heat over allegations he covered up video of the police shooting of Laquan McDonald.  They also groan as Republicans once again kick the can down the road on spending.  And they rip Donald Trump for floating the possibility of an independent run if the GOP fails to treat him “fairly,” despite a written pledge not to launch a third party bid.

Greg Corombos of Radio America and Ian Tuttle of National Review cheer the decision from a federal appeals court ruling that Pres. Obama did not have the authority to take unilateral action on immigration last year.  They also cringe as a Jeb Bush Super PAC targets Marco Rubio for being too pro-life.  And they unload on the insanity at the University of Missouri.

How to Improve the NFL’s Goofy Point-After-Touchdown


The 25-yard point-after-touchdown kick is a bad rule change. It introduces uncertainty, but at the cost of reduced heroics, which is the lifeblood of any spectator sport, and greater disappointment and heartbreak, which only sells tickets in certain unusual markets.

danmowrey_display_imageOne of the most exciting, dramatic, and satisfying aspects of football is the fourth-quarter comeback. The trailing team gets the ball deep in their own territory with the clock breathing down their necks. But they hit a couple of key passes, step out of bounds at the right times, and make efficient use of their timeouts. As the seconds wind down, they put the ball in the end zone for the game-tying touchdown!

The Primal Conservatism of the Littlest Ram


CharlieOutlined against a blue-gray October sky, the mighty Rams stood in the majestic calm of their frigid, pre-game battlefield. Outside without a proper coat, my six-year old, Charlie, stood in an eternal line at the frozen, undermanned concession stand. The undefeated Rams awaited the opening kickoff of their game against the hated Spartans — their bitter rival, the only team to beat the Rams in over three years. Charlie awaited a Styrofoam cup of tepid cocoa — bitter swill, sold for two bucks a slug by the girls in the pep squad. The Rams had been waiting for this game all season. Charlie had been waiting for his cocoa for half an hour. The excitement was palpable. The cocoa? Palatable.

It was a chilly Friday night in America and Charlie had come to cheer his Rams on to victory in the biggest high school football game of the season. Damn the cold, daddy; this is war. And Charlie wanted to be on the front lines.

Over 10,000 people joined Charlie and me at the Rams game that night. To help put that in perspective, that is about 45 percent of all the people who live in our school district. There were, and often are, more tickets sold than there are seats in the stadium. But no one minds. After all, you aren’t really paying to watch the football game. You are paying to be at the football game. The more crazy people there are, decked out in school colors and screaming their heads off, the more certain you feel that you are in the only place in the world that it is truly proper for you to be. If that comes at the cost of a good view of the action, well, so be it.

ESPN Scatters the Embers


grantland“Sports serves society by providing vivid examples of excellence.” — George F. Will

Earlier today, ESPN announced that it is shuttering its sports commentary website, Grantland. Dear friends, I am heartbroken. I will miss the well-written, offbeat sports journalism, but I will get over that. Somehow, someway, the internet will provide me with something else to read in the bathroom. The handful of Grantland contributors whose work I followed religiously will no doubt resurface elsewhere. The sun will rise; the world will turn. But my heart breaks, nonetheless, because I cherished the idea of Grantland.

Sports has been America’s great passion since before the invention of the radio. From the beginning, men like Damon Runyon, Ring Lardner, and Grantland Rice told the story of sports in print, describing in often beautiful prose an elegant dance of personality and athleticism for readers with the imagination and attention span to follow sports the way you or I might read a novel. Few fans in those days would ever see a game in person, but they lived and died with their teams through the literary prism of a well-written story.

Media Death Watch: The Sports Edition


shutterstock_58823527There have been several threads in these parts noting the threat to traditional media from technology. The conventional wisdom is that live sports is the only thing going for cable and broadcast. Mostly, that’s true. Forbes had a story that 25 of 29 domestic local telecasts of MLB games led their markets in cable viewing this summer. A third of those also led when broadcast stations were included.

But that doesn’t mean anyone is breathing easier tonight. Your sports watching experience is about to get, well, different. In order to compensate for smaller fractionalized audiences and escalating rights fees, both ESPN and Fox Sports are changing the way they cover games.

This winter, chances are you may be physically closer to the action than the production teams covering the college sports telecast you’re watching. These media behemoths have gotten in bed — literally and figuratively — with the conferences and schools they cover and, as a result, they’ve invested heavily in infrastructure.

God and Man at Notre Dame


The cocaine was in the back bedroom. NotND my scene. I have always been more of a shot and beer and a shot and a beer and a shot and a beer and a shot and a beer man, myself. I wasn’t in the market for a new habit that evening, so I declined my share of Colombia’s finest, comfortable in the knowledge that my comparatively abstemious nature would mean a healthier portion for someone with a better traveled nose than my own.

At Notre Dame, we are not above trafficking in portents (or narcotics…), so I was especially averse to dabbling in the illicit that particular evening. One ought not tempt the wrath of the Almighty by taking up law-breaking on one’s first night in law school. At least, that was what I believed. But looking around the room at my new classmates, it was clear there was a healthy diversity of opinion as to what constituted impermissible taunting of He under whose sign we had come to study. But what was never in dispute that evening or any other was the sign itself. Pablo Escobar may cater the mixers, but we all knew and would never deny that Christ Crucified quietly watched over even the snowiest noses at Notre Dame.

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The good, decent, upstanding Pittsburgh Steelers demean themselves by playing those inveterate scumbags, the San Diego Chargers. [Gary is under the weather.  Filling in for Gary tonight is Gary’s doctrinaire liberal friend, Harry.  Harry does not apologize in advance for being better than you.] I think all honorable people can agree that Philip Rivers is human […]

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Fifty-Six to Four: The Tears of a Sportsman


Billy CropAt his natural position, no one in the league was his equal. He was what hockey folks call a “stay-at-home” defenseman, a player who specializes in using his physicality, vision, and disciplined play to neutralize the opposing team’s offensive star. He had always been one of the smallest players on his team, but he compensated for his modest stature by playing with a bulldog’s tenacity. He was fearless and the fans loved him for it. Opposing centers hated his miserable guts, but to the people in the stands, he represented everything beautiful about the game.

Ohh, did I mention he’s eight-years-old? Gonna be nine in January.

Facing elimination, his team needed a big day from their shut-down defender. They had drawn the Rangers, the best outfit in the league, led by an astonishingly talented center who could seemingly score at will. Despite giving up six inches and two years to the Ranger captain, it would be his job to keep the great star off the board. If he could do it, his team had a chance. If not, the season was over.

Stop It, Dad, You’re Embarrassing Me


Friday-Night-FightsI’ve long felt conflicted about Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. True, it’s one of the worst federal agencies, but that particular trio is my favorite weekend agenda — especially when football is added in. Leave it to the government to screw that up.

During the halftime of a high school football game, BATF Special Agent Marc Delpit allegedly beat up the dad of one of his son’s teammates and allegedly threatened an allegedly gathering crowd at gunpoint. Allegedly. According to multiple witnesses, Delpit punched the victim to the ground and kept on punching. When bystanders tried to step in, witnesses said the agent drew his pistol and brandished it at the crowd. (Actually they said he “waved” it, but how often do you get to use the word “brandished?”)

Both the alleged assaulter and the alleged assaultee have sons on the varsity team for Houston’s St. Thomas High. Meanwhile, the Catholic school (named for the patron saint of Caribbean vacations and fisticuffs) was beating rival Angleton High just as badly by a score of 31 to 14.

RIP, Yogi Berra


66653Yogi Berra — one of the greatest catchers in Major League Baseball history, and one of its wittiest sages — has died at 90, exactly 69 years to the day after his major league debut with the Yankees. Since then, he became a 15-time All Star, three-time American League MVP, and led teams from both leagues to the World Series as a manager. In all, he either played or managed 21 World Series, thirteen times for the winning team.

Berra was a beloved figure for the sayings he offered which came to be known as Yogi-isms, “It ain’t over ’til it’s over” probably being the most famous.  He once gave directions to his house as “When you come to the fork in the road, take it.”

One of the iconic images of his career is him hugging Don Larsen after Larsen threw a perfect game in the 1956 World Series. Not as widely known, is that Berra called the perfect game; Larsen didn’t shake him off once.

The Gun Grabbers’ Mask Slips


When Democrats and gun control advocates talk about “gun safety,” they mean only one thing: banning guns and attempting to confiscate them from law-abiding citizens. Sure, they may talk about “gun safety” or “gun violence*,” but what they really want are guns out of the hands of the private citizens.

Gun safety isn’t all that hard, actually. The four rules were laid out almost 50 years ago by Marine Colonel Jeff Cooper, and they’re still true today. But to the gun grabbers such as the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence (CSGV), those rules don’t exist. All guns are capable of magically leaping off the table or out of the holster and inflicting wanton destruction, all by themselves. Any attempt, therefore, to increase gun safety that doesn’t involve turning your guns in is evil, and in their eyes, deserves ridicule. But they have now taken their opposition to new lows by opposing a federal grant to help educate kids about gun safety.