Good news, like famous deaths, can come in threes:
The National League finally won an All-Star Game for the first time since 1996.
Speaking of national — our long, national nightmare is over: World Cup Soccer is finally done. Once again, it has not taken over as America’s favorite pastime.
And last, but certainly not least, Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston are getting married.
So the kids are alright after all. They announced their marriage plans in a photo spread cover story for US magazine.
Even Bristol’s famous mom didn’t know about it until the story hit the newsstands (once again print journalism gets the scoop over the electronic media.)
Reportedly, Bristol said she didn’t tell mom Sarah because she’s “intimidated by her.”
Ya think? It’s a miracle Bristol isn’t seeing a shrink because of the Baked Alaskan.
Gov. Quitter FaceBooked a response saying that she and househubby Todd are happy to see that Bristol believes in redemption and forgiveness —- as if Levi the Loser sinned against God.
The naive Levi (Naive-i?) looked like he was on track to becoming a starlet in West Hollywood. If he wasn’t disillusioned by the bright lights, posing for Playgirl magazine was a career killer for someone who wasn’t going to be taken seriously in the first place. Levi’s “budding” show biz non-career was obviously “handled” by creeps who like boy toys.
But he’s back in good graces with the Palins, after his mea culpa in public that he told lies about his future in-laws and that the Baked Alaskan really wasn’t guilty of those things he said. So do we believe him now? No reason not too —- except for the fact that he’s not even smart enough to think of things he said about Palin that fall under the category of “you can’t make these things up.”
News from other players on other teams:
The late owner of the New York Yankees, George Steinbrenner, knew how to make an entrance back in the 1970s when he ran the “Bronx Zoo” — the continuing soap opera of hiring and firing and firing and then hiring and firing again managers like the late Billy Martin. George had his feuds with baseball great Reggie Jackson as well.
Steinbrenner was a showman and he ran the Greatest Show on Earth to 7 World Series titles while he owned what is arguably the most famous (as well as hated) franchise in any team sport.
Ol’ George knew how to make an exit as well —- he died Tuesday at age 80, on the day of the All-Star Game.
Stole the players’thunder again.
George was always good at that. And he couldn’t win enough World Series titles. It was always, OK, but what have you done for me lately?
Lately, over the past several years, George was not in the thick of it. In fact, there’s probably a whole generation that know his name from old “Seinfeld” episodes: “Where’s my calzone, Costanza?”
This has happened to several Yankee greats after they retired.
The great Lou Gehrig’s name is now more associated with the disease that killed him and is named for him, and not for his great baseball career.
The great “Yankee Clipper” Joe DiMaggio was a hero to the Greatest Generation of World War II — but to their children’s generation, Joltin’ Joe was more recognizable for being the denouement to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Mrs. Robinson” —- or for pitching “Mr. Coffee” products. The fact that he was married to Marilyn Monroe would’ve been achievement enough for any man in his right mind.
And poor Mickey Mantle —- the baseball god of the Baby Boom generation growing up in the ’50s and ’60s —- is being remembered more for the way he became an awful parody of himself and how he redeemed himself before he died from his major league devotion to alcohol.
With the great Yankee success comes a bit of a Yankee jinx, after the careers of some of their greats have hit their last long ball.
Steinbrenner was a pitchman who made the game more interesting —- but how much more could the Yankees ever be than the team you love to hate?
And speaking of hate, that killjoy of a sports enthusiast, leader of the right wing lunatic fringe, Rush Limbaugh, had to bring his special dose of racism even to the death of “The Boss.”
Limbaugh chortled that Steinbrenner “made of lot of African-Americans millionaires and at the same time fired a lot of white guys.”
As usual, another swing and a miss. But then anyone who still thinks and pontificates like it’s 1946 and not ready for diversity anywhere, including sports, is only a hall of famer when it comes to rigging the game.
Sure, Limbaugh has his own fans that can fill seats. But then again, that’s what asses do.