Right on cue, last night, TMZ released the Donald Sterling tape half a day after I enumerated my reasons for not being able to root for his team. And, judging by the reaction on Twitter and Facebook, people are shocked. Why?

Everything Sterling said in that phone conversation with his girlfriend is nothing shocking to anyone who has read any of the coverage surrounding the Donald. He doesn’t like Mexicans, blacks, Salvadoreans, Hondurans, Guatemalans, etc. He’s a complete misogynist.

All of this has been public knowledge through court records, depositions and transcripts. And despite it all the NBA has chosen to look the other way for decades. So forgive me if I’m not quite so optimistic anything will be done in this case.

Keith Olbermann floated the idea on Twitter that the Clippers should refuse to play if the Donald remains the owner. That is a fine thought on the surface. But most of these guys chose to take his money, to help his team be successful which in turn lines the Donald’s pockets with the precious money.

Today Charles Barkley on TNT said that we have to separate the team from the owner, that we should support Chris Paul, Doc Rivers, Blake Griffin and the boys but denounce the Donald. The problem is you can’t separate them. Their success is the Donald’s success. That’s the way economics works. And that’s why I can’t root for the Clippers despite finding them to be very entertaining to watch.

Vinny Bonsignore of the Daily News reported that the Clippers had a team meeting last night to discuss the news. After practice today in Oakland, one reporter remarked that he had never seen Doc Rivers as mad as he was today.

Perhaps it’s a good thing it took a recorded phone call to be leaked by TMZ for all of this uproar to come to a boil. I guess it has the impact that mere words do not.

I don’t know if the NBA has a “best interest of the game” clause like MLB does. If they do, commissioner Adam Silver needs to yank the Clippers away from the Donald yesterday.

The best and most articulate response to this came from Mr. Calvin Broadus on Instagram.

Edit: I completely forgot to put this in here. But Sterling, despite all of his philandering, is still married to his wife, Rochelle, of almost 57 years. She, by the way, is suing this girlfriend V. Stiviano. I. Don’t. Know.

The Clippers are everything that would normally give me a hardon as a sports fan. They’re a historically shitty franchise that has finally stumbled onto something good. They play some of the most entertaining basketball seen in the NBA in some time. Chris Paul is one of the nicest superstars, and Blake Griffin has a charisma and a sharp urbane wit that belies his Oklahoma upbringing.

Watching the Clippers this playoffs, and it’s clear how much they have improved this season with Doc Rivers at the helm. DeAndre Jordan has turned into a defensive and rebounding machine tying Bob McAdoo’s franchise record for rebounds in a playoff game last night with 22. Blake Griffin, once an amusing study in why a “big guy” should never run the offense, can actually create offense whether it be by finding the open man on the perimeter or actually creating his shot. Yes, Blake Griffin can create his own shot! And that is key with Chris Paul hobbled by aching hamstrings and a still sore shoulder.

And, of course, the Clippers have the sharpshooters in Jamal Crawford and the smouldering JJ Redick whom I still would love to go down on.

Add the bench players Danny Granger, Big Baby, Matt Barnes, et al, and you have a team that can actually win an NBA title. But one thing has me sitting on my hands: Donald Tokowitz Sterling.

Clippers owner Donald Sterling is one of the most odious people alive, to put it politely.

1. Donald Sterling sued a former mistress to get back a house he gave her during their relationship. And the deposition he gave was glorious. “It was purely sex for money, money for sex, sex for money, money for sex.” “Best sex was better than words could express.” “Maybe I morally did something wrong.”

2. Donald Sterling is a racist. In 2005 he had to pay $2.73 million to settle claims by the Justice Department that he engaged in discriminatory rental practices. He refused to rent to non-Koreans in Koreatown. He wouldn’t rent to African-Americans in Beverly Hills. He issued repeated eviction notices to a black woman despite her paying her rent on time.

3. Donald Sterling is an asshole. He heckled Baron Davis. While Baron Davis was a Clipper.

For years Sterling would not spend money on his team. General manager and living legend Elgin Baylor made only $350,000 annually. It wasn’t until the turn of the century that Sterling finally started spending money on players.

Let’s face it. Donald Sterling is a dickhead of the highest order, and him hoisting the Larry O’Brien Trophy will mean karma does not exist. Sure, it would mean Ralph Lawler would finally see a championship. Chris Paul will finally get his ring.

But Donald Sterling… I just can’t.

Updated 10:29 pm: TMZ has audio of the Donald being Donald.

I wrote a nostalgic piece about Hole’s Live Through This a couple of weeks ago. Brendan and I did a tribute to 1994 music in our most recent podcast. Yes, I fully accept the fact I’ve fallen into the nostalgia wormhole, something I try to spend as little of my life wallowing in.

A lad on Flavorwire is urging us to stop the nostalgia and realize that 1994 was a shitty year in music. He points to Kurdt offing himself, Green Day’s Dookie and the genesis of the seemingly never-ending grunge derivative bands (or, grunge-lite).

And that’s true. All true. But even with those warts, look at this list of gems. Alice in Chains, Meat Puppets, Cornershop, Tori Amos! And that was all only in January.

I am fully aware that I am biased here. I was 15 at the height of adolescence and the weirdness that entails. So there is some corner of my heart that has some fondness for anything that helped me survive my teenage years.

Yesterday I made a mix of songs released in 1994. If you want a portable version, you can download the Mixcloud app.

By the way, I cheated a little. This picture was taken in 1996. This was also the haircut that got me kicked out the house for a weekend because it was deemed “too gay”.

Since it’s been 20 years since one of the best years for music, we do our little tribute to it. The music featured are Unwound’s “All Soul’s Day”, Jawbox’s “Cooling Card”, Hole’s “Rock Star” and Pavement’s “Cut Your Hair”.

The podcast is brought to you by sazerac, although it is not to blame for my utter lack of ability to string words together. We talk about:

* Music in 1994
* Mogwai live
* Couples making out in concerts
* P-22 and my ignorance of what to do if confronted with a mountain lion
* Donald Rumsfeld and Errol Morris
* Why we don’t really like President Obama
* Sex
* Fuck the AIDS Healthcare Foundation
* Yasiel Puig
* Bill Plaschke

I suppose it would be professional of me to either re-record this podcast or do some major editing in “post”. I guess I could have stricken a couple of “You know”s or dubbed Marvin Miller’s name where I forgot (yet I remembered Curt Flood’s name).

It’s still an entertaining podcast that actually had me cracking up as I was doing my weekly Sunday cleaning. Brendan clearly carried this podcast. I’ll do better next time.

So, warts and all, here is the new podcast!

With sideline reporter extraordinaire Craig Sager and his loud suits sidelined for the NBA playoffs because of his battle with leukemia, TNT brought in his son to interview Spurs coach Gregg Popovich after the third quarter. It was just as endearing as anticipated.

The route was a little different, but I went from The Manse to the top of Palos Verdes again. I didn’t take any pictures today because I just didn’t feel like it. Besides, I was having a blast listening to my soundtrack for the eight miles: Marilyn Manson’s Portrait of an American Family and Smells Like Children, the Liars’ Drums Not Dead.

Doing the podcast tomorrow with Brendan. I can’t wait.

The first five minutes of this game was everything anyone could have hoped for in this series. There were 22 hits, a full-on scrum behind the Kings net after Mike Brown knocked Slava Voynov into Jonathan Quick and a goal by the Sharks after Quick had lost the puck.

It was everything expected and then some between two division foes who are meeting for the third time in four years. The Kings had won in seven last year and the Sharks beat the Kings in six back in 2011, so there was enough hostilities there to brew into a rivalry. This was a highly anticipated series.

Then the first period continued. The stats sheet said that the Kings got the better of the Sharks in hits: 29-26. But those Sharks players who weren’t being hit were busying going on odd-man rushes. The Sharks got off 14 shots that got to Quick while attempting 27 in all. The Kings attempted 11 shots with only eight getting to Sharks netminder Antti Niemi.

Quick played strong and kept the Kings in the game. Then the final minute happened. Tomas Hertl found the open net to give the Sharks the 2-0 lead. 48 seconds later it was Patrick Marleau finding the open net.

20 minutes in, and the Kings had a 3-0 deficit to try and crawl out of, but it got worse.

The Sharks showed that not only were the offensively dangerous, they learned how to be physical. They were either faster than the Kings or knocking the Kings off of where they wanted to be. After Marc-Edouard Vlasic’s shot hit the post in the middle of the second period, noted ruffian Raffi Torres found the rebound and shot it past Quick for the 4-0 lead. Later Vlasic got the power play goal that signaled the end of the game.

Every Kings and Oilers fans will remember the Miracle on Manchester that took place on April 10, 1982. The Oilers had a 5-0 lead in the third period of Game 3 of their five-game series. The series was tied at a game apiece, and the Kings proceeded to tie the game in the waning seconds to the delight of the delirious fans in the Forum. Daryl Evans, current radio color commentator, got the game winner 2:35 in overtime for the improbable win.

The Kings did their best impression of that team. Jake Muzzin got a goal two minutes into the third period, and Slava Voynov got an unassisted goal several minutes later. Trevor Lewis really put a scare in San Jose with six minutes left to make it only a two-goal lead for the Sharks.

But it was too little, too late. Brent Burns sealed the game with an empty-netter with 54.7 seconds left giving the Sharks the 6-3 victory.

Yesterday I told a few people on Twitter that I thought the Sharks would win the series in 7 since they had home-ice advantage. Lord knows what we’ll see in Game 2, but I’ll still hold firm to that prediction.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve had a rocky relationship with my mother. What with me coming out to her the summer before my senior year of high school, her subsequent threat of committing a murder-suicide if I ever brought it up, her kicking me out of the house for a weekend for getting a haircut she deemed to be too gay. Even when I was a child things were turbulent (to which she chooses to conveniently forget), but I always give her the benefit of the doubt. She’s my mother, she loves me and even if her methods are fucked up, she still loves me deep down.

One would hope with adulthood coming on things would get better. But, no. Because I don’t have a degree and a clearly defined day job, she likes pointing out what a disappointment I am. And, because I’m fat, she loves to talk about that, too. She opened up her yap last night saying that my pudge is sticking out again and told me that she’s going to have me kidnapped and sent to a fat farm.

On my hike today through the Forrestal and Portuguese Bend Reserves, her words just stuck in my mind. And rather than just allowing nature to absorb me, there was this brewing anger seething just underneath the surface.

I realize that as much as I love my mom, she really is a cunt. So when I hear about folks missing their parents, I can’t identify with that. It’s such a foreign concept.

I was talking with my aunt last week, and we were bitching about my mom. I told her that for the last 35 years I’ve been stepping on every crack I see, but still my mom’s back is all right. I’ve stepped on this particular crack each time I’m hiking on this particular crack. It still hasn’t fucking done anything.

Words to live by

Sit on it!

Fall of an empire

Fog

Fog

Some of the color has evaporated with the fog. Shit.

A rocky shore

Tide pool!

Horizon

Rocky shore

Big Rock.

Don’t really have much to say, so enjoy these photos I’ve taken since the weekend.

20 years ago and four days after Kurdt Kobain’s corpse was found above his garage, Hole’s second album Live Through This was released. I couldn’t. It was way too soon.

On April 8, 1994, a Friday, I was listening to my walkman while walking home from Dodson Junior High just after 3 p.m. I had the radio tuned to KROQ when I heard a phone recording which I thought was an odd intro to a song. It was the King County Medical Examiner that positively identified the body as Kurdt’s. I stopped dead in my tracks. You know how people talk about how they remember the moment they heard about JFK’s assassination? MLK’s assassination? John Lennon’s murder? Well, now, I have my moment.

As the final words were uttered by the doc, KROQ launched into Tori Amos’ cover of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, but I was in too much of a state of shock to process any emotion. It wasn’t the same feeling as finding out a year before that my uncle was shot in the head during a robbery attempt of his liquor store, but it was sure close to it. I felt tears starting to come out, but I couldn’t. Kurdt wasn’t family, and here I was in public just having turned onto Western Ave. from Toscanini Drive. So I trudged on home and spent the weekend processing things.

On Tuesday, after the teary recitation of his suicide note, after going out to the mourning fans gathered right outside of their house and giving away pieces of his clothing, the new Hole album came out, Courtney Love front and center. Maybe it was because I didn’t have cable and the internet was confined to those being geeky on BBSes, but I managed to avoid the album. I didn’t want to hear it for fear of some emotional reaction. The fact I managed to avoid it for so long is quite surprising since I did listen to a lot of KROQ back in those days.

It wasn’t until sometime late that summer as I was preparing to go to Narbonne that I finally heard “Miss World”. Holy shit it was genius. Before that I never heard anything from Hole. Having read articles about the band, I expected something more like Babes In Toyland, something a lot more punk and screechy. But “Miss World” was polished yet still raw, defiant with a hint of saccharine. I went out and bought the album.

Two songs jumped out at me immediately: “Violet” and “Rock Star”. There has never been a more fitting abstract to an album than “Violet”: blistering guitars, great hooks and Courtney Love screaming “Go on take everything/Take everything/I dare you” then sweetly teasing “I told you from the start/Just how this would end/When I get what I want/And I never wanted again.”

Then the album ended with “Rock Star”. It wasn’t until recently that I found out that the song is really called “Olympia”, that a last minute change after the art work was completed contributed to the misnomer. I knew there was a music scene in Olympia, but I still had no idea what all that entailed. All I know was the Courtney felt boxed in, and this was her form of rebellion. Besides, which tenth grader doesn’t like to rage out to someone screaming “Don’t! You! Please! Make me sick! Fuck! You!”?

It would be a couple of years before I would finally be able to deal with being gay. But Live Through This was something that helped me get to that point, to help me be true with myself and deal with having to live through whatever I would have to end up living with.

It was odd seeing Courtney being a whirling dervish of drug use and drama during this period. She embodied chaos in 1994 and 1995 with punching Kathleen Hanna, interrupting Kurt Loder’s interview with Madonna after the VMAs in ’95. I guess I should have connected the Courtney doing all of this shit and the Courtney who created this wonderful piece of art. But Kurdt’s death helped me start separating the artist and the person. Also, I was 15-16 at this point, not 11 when I first heard Nirvana.

So no matter the heinous things Courtney did, the stupid things she would say, I will always love her for Live Through This.

Flavorwire posted a feature where musicians and writers wrote about the 12 songs on the eve of the album’s 20th anniversary. That’s what got this started, although I really didn’t intend this being as wordy as it has turned out.