But after a few games Clive and I fell into a rhythm, and by the end of the fortnight, I had even begun to refer to the event unfolding before us as a "match" instead of a "game." After Lithuania's 7'2", 297-pound center lumbered oafishly through one sequence, I said, "Arvydas Sabonis has the requisite altius and fortius, but he comes up a little short in the citius department." Clive smiled, and I knew I had caught on to the vaguely arch sensibility that characterizes "the Beeb."
"Lovely," I heard an engineer say in my headset after we had signed off. "Splendid."
I stifled the urge to tell Clive the tale of Wally Pipp, lest baseball present new opportunities for cross-cultural confusion. Besides, I'm not giving up my day job. But Chancellor of the Telly-strator is a title I'll hold proudly for the next four years.
Trade for Roger McDowell
Bullpens have traditionally been a prankster's paradise, a place for hot foots, phony phone calls and bantering with the crowd. Not so in the case of the Colorado Rockies, says Colorado outfielder Larry Walker, who spent a few games hanging out with the Rockies' pitchers after going on the disabled list. "These guys need to put cots down there," he says. "They flick sunflower seeds to keep themselves excited. You sit in a chair and stare straight ahead like a mannequin. You feel like a kid in detention."
Guess a league-worst 5.63 ERA has its side effects.
Model Citizen Under Scrutiny
Joe Smith was a man as down-to-earth as his moniker—kind, humble, devoted to family. But basketball fans now have questions about Smith, whose clean-cut image has been sullied by the events in a Chesapeake, Va., bar on July 26. A brawl at Ridley's Restaurant and Lounge that night led to the Golden State Warriors forward being charged with malicious wounding, punishable by five to 20 years in prison and a maximum fine of $100,000. He faces a preliminary hearing on Sept. 16.
Smith and about 10 friends went to Ridley's to celebrate Smith's 21st birthday. Witnesses say that the group was loud and unruly and demanded that male dancers, who were performing a show, vacate the stage so the Smith party could take over the dance floor. Dancers David Turner and Carlton Coney say that the group shouted obscenities at them and hurled a beer bottle and an ashtray onstage. Turner says that when he and Coney attempted to talk to Smith, Smith's friends attacked them. While several of the friends held him, Turner says, some of the others began pummeling Coney. Then, Turner says, he saw the assailants hold Coney over a railing while the 6'10" Smith smashed a beer bottle over the back of Coney's head. Coney was cut below the neck and suffered a gash that required 22 stitches. Both dancers say Smith then ran out of the club.
Another dancer, Nelson G. Frias, says, "There is no doubt in my mind" that it was Smith who hit Coney. "[Smith] was the only tall person with a hat on." Two patrons at the bar interviewed by The Virginian-Pilot supported the dancers' account that Smith's group was unruly. One said she saw Coney get hit but couldn't confirm that Smith was the person who struck him.