Okay, first off: go read Jimbo03′s assessment of Sean Pamphilon at CSC (threepeat!). It’s the prerequisite to any further discussion of Audiogate, the sub-gate of Bountygate (which will, one day, itself be understood as a sub-gate of Goodellgate).
AngryWhoDat conducted a 4,400-word email conversation with Pamphilon which had me going off the rails at word 288 (Pamphilon: “I’ve done the journalism and on this subject, I could be called an expert.”) If you want to read it, it’s there in glorious black and white. Frankly, to me, the whole episode—Audiogate, I mean, not AWD’s post—resembles one of those loopy conversations from gradeschool: “You!” “Nuh-uh, you!” “Nuh-uh, you!” I’m outta here.
And actually, there’s real news, though you undoubtedly know it already. The NFL’s pet arbitrator ruled in favor of the NFL. Shockingly. Also, the NFL, which is beginning to prove it can’t get along with anyone, is now cutting loose its entire stock of game officials and ordering new ones. I guess there are thousands out there, waiting for their chance to become the John Fourcade of referrees.
Minicamp is starting up in Metairie today. Yesterday, Pat Y gave us his “what to look for” story. Today, it’s Mike Triplett’s turn. Pretty much, the answer is “watch everything and get some autographs.” Oh, and don’t overlook the young defensive line. (I wish the rest of the league would.) Apparently, Spagnuolo is up to exactly the kind of tricks we thought he would be. So this season, we should be able to tell if the success of the New York Giants’ defensive line is attributable to Spags (and his successor), or to the overall talent level there.
And speaking of Pat Y, he makes a strange comment in his evening update from yesterday—but it’s something I’ve heard before, and it bothers me. Writing on Mickey Loomis’ work for the Hornets, Pat says:
Saints owner Tom Benson recently agreed to buy the basketball team and has said Loomis will have a supervisory role. That’s great. Loomis knows how to conduct business, but shouldn’t he have all his attention at the moment focused on getting quarterback Drew Brees signed to a long-term deal?
So what is Mickey supposed to do? Pick up the phone and order Brees to sign? Beg? Just sit in his office staring at the fax? It takes two to make a negotiation; and if either side refuses to budge, for whatever reason, isn’t that a good time to get other things done? I’d be interested in what other activities Pat thinks Loomis should forego until he signs Brees.
And for that matter, wouldn’t that also count for Tom Condon? And Drew Brees himself? Maybe Benson, Loomis, Brees, and Condon should all be locked in a closet until they get this deal done. And, for good measure, we should enlist the crack team at CERN to stop the Earth’s rotation. Nothing gets done until Brees is signed.
On the Jukebox
I admit, I feel kinda guilty for mocking stujo’s fondness for Neil Young yesterday. Like I’ve been a bad host, or something. So, just this once, I’m going to feature ole Neil on the jukebox. Along with Bruce Springsteen.