SBS Remembers: The Snow Bowl

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Published on : August 29, 2016



“You gota eat ’em to beat ’em.”



That was the mantra of my fellow Detroit Lions loving compatriots and I here in LA during the 2013 NFL season. We would get together and recreate the regional specialty of whichever team the Lions were playing. This worked out in our favor, especially when early December rolled around and we were playing the Philadelphia Eagles. I set up a flat top griddle right in the living room and proceeded to make some mean ass Philly Cheesesteaks. Deliciousness was on the menu that Sunday. What we didn’t know was that snow was also on the menu. Lots and lots of snow. So much in fact, that the game would be forever remembered as, The Snow Bowl.


 A light dusting.


As the grill was warming up before kickoff and I was beginning to cook up some perfectly sliced rib-eye with onions, we could already tell we were in store for a sloppy game. We had no idea just how wild the ride would be, and by the time a full 8 inches of snow had fallen upon the field in Philadelphia, there were multiple big plays and some lead changes.


This was back when Nick Foles was the hottest quarterback in the league. He had thrown 19 touchdowns and zero interceptions before Chris Houston got to a hold of an errant pass. Also it was before the Eagles had gotten rid of LeSean McCoy and DeSean Jackson. They were riding the Chip Kelly train full steam ahead and were loving it.


The Lions got out to 14-0 lead with the help of a Joique Bell rushing touchdown and a Jeremy Ross punt return touchdown. The field was such a mess that no team could attempt an extra-point. That’s right, all two-point conversions, a Chip Kelly wet dream.


 As if Eagles fans needed another reason to be miserable.


The early parts of the game were so thick with falling snow that many Eagles players claimed that they couldn’t even see the Lions in their white uniforms out on the field. They were pretty much just guessing where they would be. That could be why the Lions got out to that quick lead, a lead that I was sure they would hang on to with conditions as they were.


But by the time the blizzard had calmed enough to be able to see the game out there, LeSean McCoy had started to heat up. Thanks to another long return by Jeremy Ross, the Lions led 20-14 in the 4th quarter. Then Shady started making moves.


 Shady was unstoppable in the 4th quarter.


In that 4th quarter of week 14 of the 2013 NFL season, LeSean McCoy was damn near unstoppable. Maybe it was the half foot of snow on the ground, maybe it was unbelievable quickness and athleticism, but either way, he stole the show. The Eagles scored 20 unanswered points in that 4th quarter to win by a final score 34-20. Mostly on the back of McCoy’s franchise best 217 rushing yards, which featured 2 touchdowns.


As was the case for most of that season, the Lions totally fell apart at the end of the game. Then head coach, Jim Schwartz, could not get his team to close out games and it’s because of that fact that he lost his job the following offseason.


Still, it was a game I’ll never forget. It was an absolute shit show, but it was one that I couldn’t take my eyes off of for a single second. It was also the day I realized that I make a mean Philly Cheesesteak. So even though we lost, everyone viewing the game at my house that day was a winner.



SBS Remembers: Usain Bolt breaks the World Record

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Published on : August 20, 2016


These days, everyone knows Usain Bolt is the world’s fastest man. Currently holds three world records (100m, 200m and 4x100m relay) and nine gold medals in track. But before the 2008 Olympic games in Beijing, the Jamaican sprinter wasn’t yet a household name. Let’s jump back in time for this chapter of SBS Remembers to hear the story of how Bolt set the globe on fire with his blazing speed. He won gold, shattered the old world record and cemented his place in history.


Beijing 2008. From an interview we know that Usain Bolt woke up late, ate some McDonald’s. Got a massage, took a nap, ate more McNuggets, went the arena, light warm up and destroyed the world record. Then he DJ’d the afterparty. And you may be saying “he didn’t really eat fast-food before the biggest race of his life, right?” Yup, he totally did. He loves McNuggets. Bolt estimated he was eating 100-160 nuggets a day. He did NOT mention anything about dipping sauces. If I had to guess, I’d say he sticks with classic ketchup. Or maybe that sweet ‘n sour. Either way, that’s insane.



If you watch the video, it looks like he slows down at the end because he knows he has won and starts to celebrate. It’s a ten second race and he had enough time to get a substantial lead, recognize it, and then start savoring the moment. He pounds his chest before crossing the finish line. It’s like he didn’t even try very hard and he still smoked the old world record.


Then broke the record for the 200 meter dash. Then won gold in the 4×100 relay. And did it all with style. Oh yeah, his shoes are made of solid gold. You’d think that weigh him down. But nah. One year later, Bolt would smash his own 100m dash time of 9.69 seconds and clock in at 9.58. The current world record. It’s pure bananas to drop a whole tenth of a second of the best time ever recorded. Maybe he really tried that time. This is why people say he is the fastest person to ever walk the planet.



Four years later in the London 2012 games, he did it again. Three more golds in the 100m, 200m and the 4x100m relay. Plus he helped break the old 4x100m relay world record he and team Jamaica previously set. He wasn’t aging, he was just getting faster.


In Rio 2016, Bolt took gold again in the 100m dash. Making him the first athlete to win gold in the 100m three Olympics in a row. That’s a serious feat. Sports reporters always call Bolt more of a 200m runner but we can officially put that idea to rest. He’s a sprinter. The best ever. No surprise when the 6’5″ runner used his huge strides to win the the 200m and the 4x100m relay. That’s gold in all three events he competes in, three Olympics in a row. Bolt has never lost in the medal round of a race. All his medals are gold. Like those shoes.


Whether Usain Bolt ever races again, his 9 gold medals in short distances make him one of the most dominate track stars we have ever witnessed. He is a total character and simply an astonishing specimen. I consider myself lucky that he raced in an era where I was watching. Future athletes make break his records but no one will do it like him.





SBS Remembers: Big League Chew

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Published on : August 15, 2016



Everyone likes candy. When you are a kid, candy is religion. The fat-cats at candy companies know this. They make tons of weird creations all trying to hook your rotten sweet tooth. And they’ll try anything. Perfect example is Big League Chew. This product is a gum that is shredded and comes in a pouch to act like a kiddie version of chewing tobacco. Why would children want to dip, you ask? Well, because pro-ballplayers do it. And that’s enough of a reason. Let’s cruise the aisles for some throwback snacks in this chapter of SBS Remembers.


Big League Chew first arrived in stores back in May of 1980 with the classic pink colored gum. This was Outta’ Here Original. Later, other flavors were added like Ground Ball Grape, Swingin’ Sour Apple, Slammin’ Strawberry, Curveball Cotton Candy and Wild Pitch Watermelon. The packages also featured some great comic illustrations which was a big selling point. And generally, one of the few sports themed items in the candy section, so it stood out.


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The story behind the chew is pretty interesting. The idea came from baseball player Rob Nelson of the Portland Mavericks. His Portland teammate and New York Yankee All Star, Jim Bouton, helped pitch the product to the Wrigley Company as an option instead of chewing tobacco. Which was super popular in the MLB at the time. The rest is history. And let’s be honest, dip is really gross and no one wants to see their favorite ballplayers spit all over the field.


It’s hard to overlook that it’s just tobacco for kids. That’s pretty messed up. I remember having candy cigarettes way before Big League Chew. And I never smoked, but that’s still shady. The origin seems like it came from good intentions, trying to give players a dip substitute but the makers of the machine gun also thought they would end war with a weapon that fires so fast that no one would be crazy enough to face it.


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Marketing poison to kids aside, I loved Big League Chew. It was unlike any other gum and it really was a solid rebrand of the grown-up tobacco variety. You could get a big wad of it and keep it in your lip and you’d look just like your baseball hero. All the flavors came in super bright colors and just seeing the package and the lettering transports me back to the days of my youth. Anyone want to play home run derby right now?


Big League Chew tastes just like any other gum. Hell, it may even loose its flavor faster than most, but it was about the image. You got to play make believe. Wear your dad’s shoes and pretend you’re bigger than you were. That’s what a pack got you. And that’s magic.





SBS Remembers: A Horse Named Upset

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Published on : July 1, 2016


August 13th, 1919. Saratoga Race Course, New York. The legendary horse, Man o’ War, comes into the race as the heavy favorite and boasts an undefeated record. But this story isn’t about Man o’ War, it’s about a horse named Upset who surprised everyone and cemented its place in history. This chapter of SBS Remembers takes us back almost 100 years for an underdog tale that still manages to be relevant today.


Let’s really set the stage. Man o’ War won 20 of 21 races in his lifetime. With his only loss coming from the hooves of Upset on that fateful day. Plus, Upset had already lost to Man o’ War in six prior contests. So no one, I mean no one, thought Upset had a snowball’s chance in hell of beating Man o’ War. But history has a funny way of making itself. The horses and jockeys lined up and waited for the start.


BANG, they were off. Everyone but Man o’ War, who was the last horse to leave the line. Upset shot ahead to the front of the pack. But Man o’ War is a champion for a reason. He battles back and closes in on Upset whose lead is almost totally gone. The two stallions gut out the last stretch and Upset wins by a nose. Experts argue that with a slightly longer track that the heavier (by around 15 lbs) Man o’ War would have caught up and won. But the track wasn’t longer and Upset is the unlikely winner. Forever tying the name Upset with a surprise outcome. 


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I just love this story. An epically huge win and we get a new word added to the sports lexicon forever. A term we really use and not just in athletics. Upset is part of the normal vocabulary and we have horse racing to thank. A Cinderella story is nice, but I’ll take the underdog tale born out the hearts of thoroughbreds.


I wish this was the end of the adventure. But I stupidly did more research and was horrified to discover that this event is NOT the original origin of the term “upset” as a reference to a shocking outcome. This news was really deflating. I mean the story was so perfect but it was not to be. There are records going back to 1877 that predate this race and other historical documents that use the verbiage. What a total bummer.



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After processing all this, I still make the claim that it took the high profile win of Upset over the Hall-of-Fame Man o’ War to really popularize the “upset” term. Just think of all the newspaper headlines. Those old sportswriters must have had a field day. And that’s when the word really stuck in people’s minds. So maybe the horse didn’t coin the phrase but it for sure made it a household expression. And here at ScoreBoredSports, we think that is still worthy of recognition.


So we take out hats off to a horse named Upset and the jockey, Willie Knapp, for pulling out a great win and giving us an even better word.





SBS Remembers: Stone Cold Rides a Zamboni

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Published on : June 15, 2016


“Don’t let him in here!”



September 28th, 1998. Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. A taping of the popular wrestling program Monday Night Raw. Head of the WWE/WWF, Vince McMahon had just screwed fan-favorite Stone Cold Steve Austin out of the title. In a super unbalanced match, he was pinned by both the Undertaker and Kane and lost his belt. Now, McMahon was having a ceremony to announce which of the men would be the new champion, but Stone Cold had other plans.


The event was taking place at the Joe, the home of the Detroit Red Wings, so it was only fitting that Stone Cold would ‘borrow’ the arena’s zamboni. For those who are hockey illiterate, a zamboni is a large vehicle that resurfaces the ice in between periods. That tough S.O.B., Austin drives the zamboni straight to the ring. McMahon must have known something was going to happen because security was fierce. I’m talking uniformed Detroit Police Officers everywhere. Please enjoy this amazing slice of history. If your boss is lurking, then skip ahead to around minute 5 when things really get cooking. But if you have the time, please watch the set up. Wrestling is only good when you understand the story with the matches.



This is just the best. It’s so comic but amazing. Where else could you find this kind of entertainment? Driving the zamboni into battle is like a little kid playing with their toys and making a Batman figure ride a T-Rex. It doesn’t make sense but it’s perfect. The best part is that Stone Cold uses the body of the zamboni as a runway and dives over the security and right onto Vince McMahon. It’s beautiful theater.


Taking a step back, we see a war of class. Vince parades in the ring with red carpet and the gold belt. Surrounded by his paid help. Then we have the aggressive symbol of the working class. A literal truck-load of blue collar appeal sitting atop the maintenance rig of the stadium. He might as well have used a mop to clean house. When people talk shit about wrestling you can bring this up to explain to their narrow brains that the spectacle tells a full narrative and that the fighting is just part of it. And, like any good party in Detroit, someone ends up in handcuffs. But this one was totally worth it. Cheers.


Stone Cold Detroit


Man, I don’t know why, but I could really go for some Coors Light right now. Just like a quick 6 or 12 pack. Maybe 18. Are you going to have some? Fuck it, let’s get a case. Oh, hell-yeah!





SBS Remembers: The American Gladiators

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Published on : June 6, 2016


Flashback to September, 1989. To the premiere of a new tv show that would combine the story of David versus Goliath, the action of the NFL and all with the bodies of the Greek Gods. SBS is proud to flex our way back to a world of big hair, tight abs and awesome nicknames. This is American Gladiators. One of my all-time favorites. My buddies and I regularly tried to recreate elements of the show in our backyards or basements.


American Gladiators was a reality competition program where regular folks would battle against the show’s ringers for a chance at prizes and glory. Two sets of contestants (one male, one female) were featured each episode. Your average event pitted a player against one of the gladiators in some wacky athletic challenge to see how many points they could ring up (usually, not very many). But before we get too far into the details, let’s meet the stars that kept us tuning in each week.


The Gladiators



Each muscle-bound warrior has a rad handle like they are all Top Gun fighter pilots. The original cast featured: Nitro, Malibu, Lace, Sunny, Gemini and Zap. They added more over time and replaced a few as the show progressed. Other fan-favs were Laser, Turbo, Diamond, Thunder, Hawk, Ice, Diesel, Blaze, Tower and Sabre. They played the role of both villain and hero, all while rocking red, white and blue singlets. That’s talent. We wanted to see them crush the contestants and gloat while doing it. The real achievement is that the gladiators had real personality. Some were funny, some were cold but they were all charming. And ripped. I’m sure they were going through cases of protein powder and hair spray on a daily basis.


Malibu is like Jeff Spicoli (Fast Times at Ridgemont High) on steroids.


The Events

These are the images that have survived the passage of time. You may not remember the details of the show but most can recall those giant hamster ball things. The game is called Atlasphere. Roll your cage onto the point platforms while avoiding the gladiators.




Other memorable events are the Joust, where players use what looks like a giant q-tip to try and push the other person off their pedestal. The object of Hang Tough is to swing from chain to chain while someone like Nitro (last name Glistening. That’s right, Nitro Glistening) tries to catch you and drop you. Plus there is Powerball, The Wall, Whiplash and half dozen other set ups but the real gem is Gauntlet. One gladiator mans a tennis ball machine gun turret and tries to snipe the player as they make their way from station to station where they find weapons to fire back. It’s the best.


The Eliminator

All of the events are just appetizers for the big finale: The Eliminator. A monster of an obstacle course where the players race head to head. The points leader of the day gets a head start for their hard work. Gladiators are positioned all over the arena and try and slow the runners down. I seem to remember that everyone has trouble with the cargo net. That’s the place where you can really make up some time. This last event is excellent because you get to witness how tired each racer gets. By the end, it’s a battle of guts and who wants it more. The heart of real sports.




The Arnold Schwarzenegger film, The Running Man, came out in 1987 and no doubt had a clear impact on the minds that created American Gladiators. They brought that fictional game to life and filled it with characters that seem pulled from the WWF. But unlike wrestling, it was real and America couldn’t get enough. Now if you’ll excuse, I need to hit the weights.





SBS Remembers: Dock Ellis pitches a no-hitter on LSD

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Published on : May 24, 2016



June 12th, 1970. Dock Ellis, pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates throws a no-hitter against the San Diego Padres while under the influence of LSD. You know, acid. The psychedelic drug that makes you hallucinate. Seems like an insane thing to mix with the intense focus you need to play sports at a high level. Well apparently, it was just the thing the Dock ordered because it cemented him in the history books in the very exclusive no-hitter club. SBS Remembers one of the more far out stories from the mound. Let’s dive deep into the Dock Ellis acid trip.


Ellis was no stranger to substances. He admits that he was always on something during his pro career. Usually, it was some sort of amphetamine-based upper but clearly he enjoyed experimentation with a variety of things. Dock was such a wild soul that his impact wasn’t just on the record books. He became part of the cultural fabric of the 70’s. The film No No: A Dockumentary explores this phenomenon.



Ellis took the mound. He was tripping balls but was seemingly unfazed. He threw a few wild pitches, hit a batter, walked 8 men but never gave up a hit. He worked each inning and appeared to be in control. Teammates had no idea how messed up he was. Dock recorded 6 strike outs on his way to a historic win. Not just for athletes, but for drug users everywhere. It’s a crazy achievement that will never happen again. Ever. LSD is no PED but I’m sure you’d still get suspended 180 games for testing positive for it.


Ellis cites it was the drugs that kept him calm and free of fear. I suspect as a no-hitter bid gets later and later into the game, the more the anxiety rises. But Dock had a secret weapon to stay in the groove. I don’t think LSD would help everyone like that but it sure assisted Dock Ellis. For your viewing enjoyment, here is Robin Williams explaining how Dock must have been feeling while he pitched.



This story is so fun because it takes us back to a different United States. To a time of exploration and deep self-reflection. Dock was a flower child for all intents and purposes. He showed America that the hippie movement wasn’t just the long hairs of San Fransisco. Look beyond the drug jokes because this is the vital piece to retain.


If you really want to go down the rabbit hole then watch this great animation complete with freaky colors and cartoon effects. It highlights Ellis’ day leading up to and completing the no no. It’s excellent. You can really tell this dude had a lasting impression on so many people because there is a wealth of material on him and his wacky antics.



Tales like this make me wish I was alive in the 70’s. I agree that our best athletes shouldn’t be doped up but this wasn’t steroids. This was a man who marched to the beat of his own drum. Drugs were a part of his counter-culture existence and that overlapped with a baseball career to form a strange time capsule of sorts. For all these reasons, Dock Ellis will always be remembered here at ScoreBoredSports.





SBS Remembers: All Out War – The Turtling of Lemieux

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Published on : May 9, 2016



“I can’t believe I shook that guy’s friggin’ hand…” – Dino Ciccarelli



In the mid-nineties, Kris Draper was the epitome of a blue-collar hockey player, all scrum and speed, which lead him to being the Red Wing’s go-to-guy on the penalty kill, with a particular talent for scoring shorthanded goals.


In the ’96 cup campaign, Draper’s postseason ended when Colorado Avalanche player, Claude Lemieux, put his entire upper body into Draper’s face. Crushing it against the boards in what is certainly one of the most malicious and the dirty plays in NHL history.



Reconstructive surgery was necessary. But true to his nature, Draper came back the following season as if having his face scrambled was just another day at the office. The Avalanche won the Stanley cup that year, while Draper was in the hospital, and the Detroit Red Wings, known for their Lady Byng-like poise and finesse, quietly bided their time.


“Hockey players have long memories.” –Darren McCarty


When these two met at the Joe the following year, it was a different situation entirely. Near the end of the first, the least likely of scrappers, Igor Larionov, got involved with Peter Forsberg and glorious bedlam ensued.


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Big number 25, Darren McCarty, was the closest thing Detroit had to a goon at the time. McCarty was a physical presence on the ice but he also scored his fair share at the right wing position. Seeing his chance, McCarty ripped into Lemieux and tore his helmet off in one of Hockeytown’s greatest spectacles. I remember watching this happening live as a kid and couldn’t understand why Lemieux didn’t fight back. The big bad wolf crumpled to the ice in a pathetic effort to protect his head while McCarty’s bare fists tore skin and drew blood. From that day on, Lemieux was less than a paper tiger. He was a man who openly displayed his spineless cowardice to all of hockeydom on local television.


McCarty ended up dragging Lemieux around the ice in a two-team brawl that ended up with 18 fighting majors. Lemieux, face bloodied, retreated to the locker room, and was buried forever as far as Wings fans were concerned.



“They were after Claude and we expected it. McCarty’s a big guy and he should face him at least, stand up and go after Claude if he wants to do something.” – Patrick Roy


It was sweet to see McCarty avenge Kris Draper, but the overlooked gem of the night was Patrick Roy and Mike Vernon slugging it out. I think it’s fair to say that Roy was a legendary villain for any Red Wings fan of the 90’s, and as much as I used to hate him, I kind of admire him in hindsight. He came to the aid of Claude Lemieux, streaking past the centerline even while encumbered with all that padding, only to be hammered by Brendan Shanahan in a flying collision that knocked both men to the ice. Roy’s blood was understandably up by the time Vernon got to him and the two ‘tenders went at it. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this, but I have it on good authority that the hockey gods smile every time two goaltenders fight. By the time the blood was scraped off the ice there was more than two whole periods left to play.


Darren McCarty scored the game winner in OT. A billion angels got their wings that night. They were all colored red.



SBS Remembers: Malice at the Palace

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Published on : April 15, 2016


I still remember exactly where I was when it all went down. It was freshmen year and I was in my dorm room at Central Michigan University. Underage drinking was probably involved. Then the phone rings. I can’t recall who exactly was on the other end, but they told me I needed to go to the TV immediately and turn on the Pistons game.


When we found the appropriate channel, it was clear that there was something big going down. Players were in the stands at the Palace of Auburn Hills fighting fans. Fans were on the court getting annihilated by players. By the time we were tuned in, all hell had broken loose. It later became known as “Malice at the Palace” and it was NBA pandemonium unlike anything the world had never witnessed. Let’s take a minute to remember an event that the league would rather forget.


The Kindling


The Malice at the Palace featured a Detroit Pistons team that was in the midst of a pretty heated rivalry with the Indiana Pacers. The date was November 19, 2004 and it was the first time that the two teams had met since the Eastern Conference Finals the previous season, when the Pistons defeated the Pacers in six games en route to their first NBA Championship since the ‘Bad Boys’ were a thing. These teams were familiar with each other and there wasn’t a lot of love lost there. Both played the game hard and psychical, and in a manner that lent itself to frustrating the opposition. The Pistons were down big in the game and it was all but over. Yet for some reason, the starters were still on the court, even within the last minute. That would prove to be a very bad idea.


The Spark


The Pacers were up 97-82 with 45.9 seconds left in the game. Ben Wallace was fouled hard from behind by Ron Artest (now known as Metta World Peace), who slapped Wallace across the back of the head on his way to the basket. There’s no reason that the faces of each franchise should be on the court still in a game that is so far out of hand, but they were. Big Ben, in all his glory, retaliated by shoving Artest in the face with both hands.




The result was a bit of fray in the middle of the court as the two players got in each other’s faces and the rest of the players tried to separate them. No big deal right? This kind of thing happens all the time in sports and it’s usually over as soon as it begins. But this time Artest went over to the scorer’s table, laid down and put on a headset in order to talk to some radio folks. Those same radio folks later said that the headset wasn’t live because they knew Artest and that would be crazy to let him on the airwaves when he was all wound up like that.


Anyways, all of this went on for a few minutes and the refs were getting ready to eject players who wouldn’t calm down. Wallace threw a towel at Artest, causing him to stand up briefly before returning to his more relaxed position on the scorer’s table. Then it happened. Some moron named John Green threw a Diet Coke at Ron Artest, hitting in him the chest. Instead of calling on the security to escort the man out like an adult and professional, this maniac ran into the stands and set off perhaps the greatest (or worst, depending how you look at it) brawl in sports’ history.


The Fire


As Artest ran into the stands and attempted to seek out the fan who had thrown the offending sugary soft drink, he grabbed the person he believed to be responsible. Of course, it turned out to be the wrong person but that didn’t really matter at that point because all hell had broken loose. Artest didn’t actually throw a punch at this point but was grappling with the same person as another fan threw another drink in his face. That’s when Stephen Jackson, who had unwisely followed Artest in the stands, laid that fan out and then shit really got out of hand.


Players and fans were trying to hold Pacers players back as other, less intelligent fans were punching Pacers players. A couple of morons actually went down onto the court where they were swiftly dispatched by members of the Pacers. Like these two idiots seen below who decided it was a good day to get thier faces re-arranged by multiple NBA players.



It was utter chaos as security, team officials and broadcast professionals all tried to break the brawl up. There was no precedent for anything like this ever happening in pro sports and people were lost as they tried to defuse the situation. Eventually the Pacers were escorted from the court as drinks and debris rained down on them from the fired up fans.



Once in the locker room, police tried to enter in order to arrest Artest but the other Pacers players got him onto the team bus and refused to let the police enter. The police decided to safely see the Pacers out of the building and review the game film before bringing up any criminal charges.


In the end, multiple fans were charged with crimes in addition to five members of the Pacers. Ten players were suspended for varying amounts of time, including the rest of the young season for Ron Artest, totaling loss of salary in excess of $11 million. The incident led to a reexamination of the close to the action nature of NBA games. Players around the league expressed concerns for their safety should anything similar ever happen again and the league instituted restrictions on the amount of alcohol that could be sold at games. People who were present describe the moment as terrifying and nothing on that level has been seen since. I would never want something like this to happen again and I don’t condone violence, but you have to admit it’s some must-see TV. Watch the full brawl below and judge for yourself.




SBS Remembers: Disco Demolition Night

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Published on : April 7, 2016


Flashback to 1979. Comiskey Park in Chicago, Illinois. A double header with the Chicago White Sox hosting the Detroit Tigers. But the second game would never be played because of an incident we affectionately call Disco Demolition Night. Let’s jump into the time machine and zip back to 70’s to give you the whole crazy story.


The set up

To really understand the scene we must understand the attitude of the city. The era of Saturday Night Fever was dying and the folks in Chicago were over Disco. Popular FM disc jockey, Steve Dahl, on local 97.9 WLUP aka The Loop was leading the anti-disco movement on the airways of the windy city. In an effort to boost ticket sales, the White Sox held a promotion partnered with Dahl and the radio station. The details were that Steve Dahl planned to blow up a bunch of disco vinyl between the double header games as a stunt. Fans only needed 98 cents and an unwanted disco record to enter the stadium. Brass at Comiskey expected around 20,000 fans but 50,000 showed up.


 Steve Dahl (in helmet), model Lorelei Shark and son of owner of the White Sox


The stunt

Steve Dahl had planned to explode a crate of records in an effort to ring in the death of disco. But there were so many people at the stadium and their albums were not collected so fans threw their records onto the field. Just think, a wave of flying discs covering the the grass like a fleet of UFO’s coming to earth.


Dahl came out to huge cheers. He did his best to get the crowd to riot level energy and then BOOM! A literal explosion and with that, all hell broke loose. Thousands flooded the diamond. Other fans who couldn’t get tickets snuck/broke into the park. Security was useless. Totally out numbered and hopelessly out gunned.


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Could you imagine being at a modern game where this happened? That’s such a foreign thought. And all this hostile energy is over what? Dance moves? Hip thrusts? I’ll stop talking for a bit and we can all enjoy this amazing photo.




The conclusion

Riot police had to be called in to help disperse the rabid locals. But the damage had been done. The explosion plus all the extra foot traffic completely destroyed the lawn at Comiskey. Looking back, maybe Disco Demolition Night wasn’t the best idea. I mean just the demolition could have been enough to wreck the playing surface but the full scale riot was the icing on the cake. The next day, the baseball Commissioner ruled that the White Sox had to forfeit the contest based on the fact that it was their own actions that caused the delay of the game.


ScoreBoredSports is here to remind you that in 1979, the Detroit Tigers got a win over the Chicago White Sox because the residents of Chicago really hate a particular type of music. That’s hilarious. And pretty sweet.






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