Something worse than being trapped for eternity between Bill Walton and Bill O'Reilly: I'm sure you'll get tons of mail about ["Angryball," July 6], but the most important point is this: Rick Sutcliffe is BY FAR the most annoying person who's ever been on TV. I'd rather be trapped in hell between Bill Walton and Bill O'Reilly than listen to that tool for a second. I can't even bear to leave the closed-captioning on. Morgan doesn't even come close.
My two cents, not that you will care, is that Morgan's most vociferous detractors, including you, are not really fair. Of course he says stupid things with regularity, but you are missing the point. Except when he is specifically talking about Moneyball, most of the things he is saying are not in themselves stupid; they are just said stupidly.
For example: "I played The Game," he says. "You're reading it from a book. I played. I watched. I see everything. I know what happens out there."
Not persuasively argued. But anyone who watches The Game seriously will certainly realize that it is true. Ask Bill James whether "statistics" are somehow more real than "experience." In fact, the real problem with this "debate" is not so much the old-timers who were predictably threatened by "sabermetrics" but the people who think it's so much more "revolutionary" than it is. Smart GMs have been looking for better metrics, and evaluating market conditions, for decades before Tabitha Soren moved to Berkeley. The real revolution, if there is one, is that there is a decreasing number of stupid GMs to take advantage of. And one of them has the best team in baseball right now.
Max Withers Oakland
No 'nads: I read Matt Smith's article ["Political Insurance," July 6]. It's too bad he had to repeat words referring to the male sexual anatomy parts, using the words "balls" and "gonads" to get his point across about Eliot Spitzer, New York's AG. People who use vulgar language in the media to educate the populace on the news of a particular subject usually degrade themselves and show a lack of education and credibility.
But does voodoo-free always mean better?: I wanted to say (in regard to "A Huntin' and a Fishin' -- a Memoir!," Infiltrator, July 6) that I took three Red Room Writing studios and they helped me immensely, namely in completing my MFA thesis. I was completely blocked, mortified, horrified, the whole nine yards -- till I got my writing hand to move again in the Red Room. It's no gimmick, no hidden charges, no voodoo, and it's definitely NOT Dianetics; it's about creating a safe place for a person to create, to write. I highly recommend it. We all can use a quiet, safe, supportive zone in which to be free.
Damn; we're being outrageous again: Cristi Hegranes' article in the June 29 issue of SF Weekly ["Badlands Confidential," News] is nothing short of outrageous. Hegranes suggests that the current controversy swirling around Les Natali and SF Badlands was somehow the work of District 8 Supervisor Bevan Dufty, who, she insinuates, conspired with his friend Greg Bronstein to put Natali out of business. Now I am hardly a Dufty stalwart, but Hegranes' coverage seems to me quite obviously unfair. Dufty was elected in 2002, in large measure because of the strong and wide network of friendships he has developed throughout District 8. It is no sin for a district supervisor to be connected to his community, and it should not be surprising to anyone that he should have developed relationships with a wide network of business and community leaders in his district. Clearly, and in spite of the great weight of the evidence, the Weekly is having a hard time accepting that the Human Rights Commission's investigation actually was fair, that the Badlands complainants really did have legitimate grievances, and that Les Natali really did discriminate against African-Americans.
To his credit, Supervisor Dufty has not had a similarly hard time accepting that discrimination could occur in the heart of our community and assisting And Castro for All in holding Natali accountable for his actions. To suggest without any basis in fact that Bronstein or Dufty somehow engineered the dozens of complaints against Natali does a disservice to Dufty, to And Castro for All, and to the Badlands complainants. It is also bad journalism.
And we shout this shout: Quit all-capping your COMIC STRIP TITLES, already!: I shout a shout that is due to only the most profound human thoughts! I shout, "Yes!" and rally behind reader Brad Wright in the June 15 Letters -- please give back RED MEAT. Some tell me that they don't see the point of RED MEAT's panels. Well, maybe ... but please find a point for me in MILD ABANDON (which by the way seems to be an unsigned cartoon). We know who to blame with RED MEAT -- enigmatic and reclusive Max Cannon, for those who never noticed.
Not exactly -- well, never -- tasteful, [RED MEAT is] edgy, and many of us have personal relationships with Dan the Milkman; seems a shame to destroy our lives by killing off the perverse but likable Milkman Dan.