May 9, 1987
How refreshing it is for the "heir apparent" Dallas Mavericks to prove once again that you win playoff games on the court, not with your mouth. Have a nice summer, boys. JAY MARKS Los Angeles
February 28, 2009
After covering the dog show and Academy Awards, I imagine the next assignment for T.J. Simers will be the sand castle championships. Time to move him to the Calendar section where he can continue to bad-mouth his family and free up some space for real sports reporting. Buddy Carls Huntington Beach
February 17, 2011 |
If you have stabbing pains in the head, maybe it's because you were stabbed in the head. That's what Li Fu, a Chinese man in Yunnan province found out when he visited the doctor complaining of splitting headaches: There was a broken-off 4-inch knife blade (now clearly rusted) in his skull (video below). That blade had probably been stuck up there for four years; Li said that was when he was mugged by a robber. Back then, the blade wasn't found, even though he suffered from terrible headaches and bleeding out the mouth and ears.
September 29, 1985 |
Jim Sprague, the Sunny Hills High School water polo coach, is apparently afflicted with the same condition that made life tough for "The Honeymooners" Ralph Kramden. Sprague will tell you. He has a big mouth. But unlike Brooklyn's most famous bus driver, Sprague is happy with the results of his big words.
May 2, 2009
Manipulating in every fashion the most powerful variable in any sport, human officiating, is the design of all competitors. But if these NBA refs don't start calling the obvious Flagrant 2 fouls, like blood-drawing swings to the mouth, it will progress to players' punching jump shooters in the face while simply in the act of shooting. Then claim it is only a "playoff foul," and just a "game-winning" play. Joe Wilson Fullerton
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
December 9, 2000
Why anyone would contemplate buying a product whose "caveats" are unintelligible is beyond me. I would no more patronize a vendor whose radio ads have a "motor mouth" tag end (completely indecipherable) or a TV ad with fine print at the end flashed in seconds than I would throw money into the street. Have we become so numb that no one complains of this sort of thing? PHIL ISAACS Los Angeles
October 17, 1987
When I tune in to a baseball game, I don't want to see the game sandwiched in between shots of the rival managers chewing sunflower seeds and tobacco and spitting on the dugout floor over and over and over! And then to hear old mush-mouth Tony Kubek spouting statistics endlessly. MATT MILLER Palm Springs