The Schloss-Blog has been noticing what's trending and it's ... bizarre .
On the one hand, we lost Bill Walton, the 71-year-old free spirit, Naismith Award winner, NBA champion and MVP, let alone Comeback Player of the Year.
Watching a game he was calling on ESPN, particularly in what he always termed "the conference of champions (PAC 12)," was always a delight as he went off on tangents about life, rock 'n' roll and anything but basketball. You couldn't help smile.
On the other hand though, there was Donald Trump, a disgrace of a man who is going to get millions of votes for President of the United States, despite being a now convicted felon. Thirty-four times. His sickening behavior, constant and ongoing violations of a court-imposed GAG order and just general lack of respect for anything resembling the rule of law is an American tragedy.
What's worse is the cacophony of Republican U.S. Senators and Congressman rushing to condemn the verdict as weaponization of the justice system.
You'd think they might want to do something to help manage affairs in this country. Instead, they keep putting that off and playing games as members of the least-productive congress of all time.
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Still, on the one hand, there's Doug Ingle, the voice of and lyricist behind one of America's former rock 'n' roll anthems, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.
Ingle passed this week, at 78, the man behind the music, the 17 minutes that became the national anthem in 1968 and Iron Butterfly performed it religiously in front of adoring, sometimes manic fans for years.
You couldn't help if you were a teenager or a 20-something back then; when it came on the radio, it got your full attention. I know people who pulled off the road to listen to it, even if it was only the 2-minute, 52-second version, condensed for AM radio.
R.I.P. Doug Ingle - your legacy is intact as the author of and front man for a song that earned its spot near the top of the list of rock songs that became national anthems.
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Yet, on the other hand, there's Scottie Scheffler, who got the benefit of his famed profile from prosecutors that Donald Trump did not.
Charges against him were dropped when he drove around police directing traffic at the PGA Championship in Louisville, Ky., endangering some and defying others.
Not what you want to hear or see from the guy you want your kids to look up to for his vast talent, legacy of victories and cool, calm and collected performances.
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Still, moving on, on the one hand, there's Shohei Ohtani, the Dodgers DH who is blowing up Major League Baseball so far this season, putting up insane numbers.
He is worthy of all praise and paychecks he gets. Maybe even more worthy next season when he brings back that hot bat and takes his spot in the Dodgers rotation as the man who should be well worthy of MVP consideration.
But should he be this year? Should a DH be MVP? Is it about the games you won or the games you didn't lose? As exclusively a DH, you don't lose too many or have opportunities thereto.
Yet, on the other hand, there's Harrison Butker, the Kansas City Chiefs placekicker who made some unfortunate comments in his commencement address to Benedictine College.
His remarks were beyond mysogenistic and sexist. Women belong in the kitchen, would sum it up, pretty much, and that's putting it politely.
He's proud of and stands by his remarks. The NFL has been distancing itself from them, however,
Rightfully so and thank goodness. Wonder how Jennifer King feels about it.
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Real quick:
- Is it Telco or Telecom?
- Look up Hamas dot com and tell me they're not the bad guys.
- There's no excuse for Alito not recusing himself. Then again, it's Mrs. Alito's fault.
- There is no truth to the rumor that Harrison Butker's recent comments at Benedictine College are going to earn him a spot on the staff at the Vatican, where the Pope is still apologizing about saying "frociaggine."
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Good night, Mrs. Calabash. Here's to you, Jen Welter.
More Sunday night on my Radio Free Phoenix rock 'n' roll show.
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