The Rockies: Memories of Bad Public Relations Past

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The media's coverage of the Colorado Rockies' remarkable late-season surge is put under the microscope throughout the November 1 Message column. However, there wasn't enough room in the petri dish to fully discuss the dubious performance of the team's public-relations personnel, as well as past problems spelled out in a pair of previous pieces.

The PR office's most recent strike-out took place in relation to the World Series ticketing debacle. Spokesperson Jay Alves and other squad representatives laid low for far too long during the system meltdown, and when Alves finally deigned to address the situation, he did so in an imperious tone that was as insulting as it was unnecessary. Moreover, rather than taking responsibility for the problems, Alves suggested that a malicious computer intruder had caused the crash. If there's evidence to suggest something of the sort, he was entirely justified in making these claims. If there's not, and if the Rockies are running local authorities through their paces for reasons of public-relations spin, the repercussions could potentially get ugly.

Whatever the case, Alves' prickliness was very much in keeping with several incidents reported in the Message over the past few years. A July 2000 offering reveals that the team once refused to make its players available to appear on yakker Jim Rome's syndicated radio show as punishment for remarks made by the host, and quoted the Fan's Sandy Clough, who'd also gotten into a dustup with Rockies management, calling Alves "a lightweight" and a "phony." Just over three years later, an October 2003 edition of the Message told a similar tale -- except this time, the Denver Post was on the receiving end of a Rockies banishing, for the sin of accurately using quotes slugger Larry Walker gave to reporter Troy Renck in a column by scribe Mark Kiszla. The team eventually started talking to the Post again, but Alves failed to return five phone calls from yours truly on the topic.

Executives with the Rockies' organization have built up a large reserve of good will thanks to the remarkable performance of its young players. They should spend it wisely -- and if they don't, the media has every right to hold them responsible whether the Rockies are National League champs or not. -- Michael Roberts

Day Three: Wherein I Take Stock of My Daily Routines

Blake Mooney was recently laid off from his job at NewMediaCompany.com and has somehow found some time to give a glimpse into the week in the life of a man on the dole. This is his story.
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Everyone knows if you’re a male and you find yourself laid off from your job, the first thing you do is grow a beard. It’s a look that tells everyone around you, “I have no responsibilities and no boss or dress code, so why even fight with the whole personal hygiene thing.” You’re also supposed to walk around in slippers and a bathrobe most of the time, clutching a copy of the want ads in one hand and a cup of coffee spiked with Kahlua in the other. You definitely need to let your apartment get all cluttered up, so when your friends come over to visit, the stink hits them in the hallway and, concerned for your lack of direction, they give you a big pep talk that suddenly jolts you from your waking coma. You clean yourself up in the shower, print out a bunch of resumes, get a great new job and finally meet the girl of your dreams, all while Joe Esposito’s “You’re the Best,” plays somewhere in the background.

Stephen Colbert Thinks the Rockies Struck Out With Rocktober

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As noted in this blog, TV comics have been ripping the Colorado Rockies ever since the Boston Red Sox snuffed out their late-season winning streak in brutal (and widely televised) fashion. But Comedy Central satirist Stephen Colbert, host of the regularly hilarious Colbert Report, deserves special praise for criticizing one of the team's extracurricular errors -- its attempt to trademark the term "Rocktober."

In his October 27 column, Rocky Mountain News editor/publisher/president John Temple properly chided the team for overreaching in its attempt to take legal control of the term. But he also goes too far when he states that Rocky columnist Bernie Lincicome "invented the word back in 2005" -- a claim on par with the old Al-Gore-invented-the-Internet saw. In truth, Rocktober has been used for years, generally in a rock-and-roll context. Countless radio stations and concert promoters have employed it in commercials, advertisements and so on.

Colbert played off this angle in a monologue that closed his October 29 edition, congratulating the BoSox "not for winning the World Series, but for punishing the Colorado Rockies for trying to trademark the word 'Rocktober.' Nation, 'Rocktober' belongs to all of us. Trademarking it would be like trademarking 'By the dawn's early light' or 'Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon.' As every American knows, 'Rocktober' follows 'Zeptember' and proceeds 'Tullvember,' which gives way to 'AC/December,' which rocks right into 'Stonesuary.'" Moments later, after putting mini-Red Sox helmets on the KISS action figures that populate his holiday-themed Rocktober creche, Colbert concludes with the following: "So, Rockies, hands off 'Rocktober.' If you really want a month to honor you, I've copyrighted the name 'Choketember.'"

Too eyeball this sequence, click here. -- Michael Roberts

Top to Rock Bottom 10

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The night after the Colorado Rockies were swept out of the World Series, the late-night comics started hitting the team out of the park. First Stephen Colbert took aim at the Rockies' attempts to copyright "Rocktober," and then David Letterman offered up his Top Ten Colorado Rockies Excuses:

10: "Even we've never heard of most of our players"

9. "Didn't want game 5 to preempt House"

8. "Relax, there's still a lot of baseball to be played"

7. "The curse of the Bambino?"

6. "At that altitude, the beer really knocks you on your ass"

5. No number 5 -- writer preparing to go on strike

4. "Turns out our 'flaxseed oil' really was flaxseed oil"

3. "O.J. stole the equipment!"

2. "Manager distracted by Joe Torre walking around with his resume"

1. "Forget us -- someone want to explain the Jets?" -- Patricia Calhoun

Pie Hole in the Wall

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Bill Ward, the club guy behind Slim 7 at 1443 Larimer Street and owner of Denver’s new, and until recently unnamed, pizza restaurant in the alley between 14th and 15th streets on Larimer Square, has finally settled on a moniker: the Pie Hole.

Ward had been fighting for his right to use Pi as a name and the mathematical symbol for pi as on his logo, but in doing so, he ran up against the lawyers for Stonebridge Companies, a hotel management company in the process of opening a pizza joint called Pi Kitchen + Bar inside the new Hilton at 1400 Welton Street. The way these fights usually go, he who has the most scratch wins, and Stonebridge brought more pesos to the fight than Ward -- not to mention the not insignificant weight of law firm Brownstein Hyatt Farber Schreck. Also, Stonebridge was willing to pay the money for a full, national trademark on the name Pi -- a move that generally settles these kinds of slap fights toot sweet.

So Ward lost the name Pi, despite his claims of having registered the name with the Secretary of State long before the other Pi started slinging cease-and-desist papers. And what does he do next? He picks a name -- Pie Hole -- that’s not only used by several other pizza joints across the country, but also happens to be the name of the all-pie restaurant owned by the main character on the new ABC show Pushing Daisies.

Anyone want to start laying bets on how long he gets to keep this one? -- Jason Sheehan

Day 2: Wherein I Press a Series of Nines and Ones on My Phone and Get Paid

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Blake Mooney was recently laid off from his job at NewMediaCompany.com and has somehow found some time to give a glimpse into the week in the life of a man on the dole. This is his story.
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It shouldn’t be this easy. Before I started collecting unemployment, I was under the impression that in order to get paid, you had to head down to some government office and stand in long lines that would make the DMV look like the express lanes at the grocery store. You would wait there in your brown and disheveled clothes for an hour or two, shuffling your feet and sharing looks of quiet desperation with your fellow hard-luck cases. When you finally got to the window, the clerk – voice hoarse with the residue of 20 cigarette breaks per shift – would impatiently ask a few questions and hand over a check with the disapproving glare of a mother picking up her kid from detention.

Hulk Smash Puny Halloween Decorations!

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For Alek Komarnitsky of Lafayette, Colorado, holiday decorations aren’t just a hobby, they’re a way of life. A very, very insane way of life.

Komarnitsky became a local hero four years ago when, as part of his neighborhood Fouth of July parade, he drove his nine-foot-tall inflatable Incredible Hulk doll around in his Oldsmobile Delta 88 Convertible. His fame spread nationwide during the 2004 holidays when, thanks to some sneaky web trickery, he suckered media outlets around the world into falsely believing that people could turn on and off the 17,000 Christmas lights on his house through his website. A year later, he did it for real, giving web surfers complete control over his 26,000 Christmas lights (for those counting, that’s one thousand more than Clark Griswold).

The Denver Post and Rocky Mountain News Cash in on the Rockies One More Time

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So... you thought you could pick up a daily newspaper in Denver and not see a Colorado Rockies story on the cover? Think again. On October 30, two days after the Rockies were bested in the World Series by the Boston Red Sox, the Rocky Mountain News and the Denver Post again published special World Series sections -- this time focusing on the happier moments from the season rather than its heartbreaking conclusion.

Why? No doubt commerce had a lot to do with it. The World Series proved a boon for the dailies, which are struggling to maintain revenues in a steadily declining national newspaper market. Betcha they planned a minimum of five bonus sections to correspond with what would have been the first two games in Boston and three potential Rockies home games, with a season-ending compendium serving as a backup plan should the team suffer a four-game sweep.

Obviously, this last option became the only viable one following the BoSox's fourth consecutive victory. As a result, the latest sections are stuffed with extremely dispensable filler, including oversized photos, pages filled with stats, paragraph-size bites about teams throughout Major League Baseball, and so on. The worst entry by far, though, is the Post's "Get Crafty With Fan Gear Before Rocktober's Up," in which the paper's food editor, Kristen Browning-Blas, who's said to be "as handy with a sewing machine as she is with a food processor," offers tips about turning commemorative fan towels into the items seen here: a messenger bag, a pillow and a purple cape.

Oh...my...God.

In a Message column that ran just as the MLB playoffs were getting underway, Rocky editor/publisher/president John Temple conceded that the sports department at his paper hasn't been cut as deeply as other divisions in the wake of buyouts, staff attrition and other belt-tightening measures, and it's obvious why not. Sports attracts the sort of readers who still pick up the physical paper, as well as those who frequent the websites of major dailies, and it also provides an excuse for profit-padding extra coverage that would be inappropriate and impractical in a news context. The dailies couldn't have made big bucks publishing, say, an advertisement-packed wrap-up of the Columbine massacre -- but they certainly can in connection with a huge variety of sports events and developments. Indeed, the October 30 papers contain a second sports special in addition to the regular one: a preview of the 2007-2008 Denver Nuggets, who begin regular-season play on October 31.

Oh yeah: the front page of the Rocky's October 30 news section featured a shot of Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre, who almost singlehandedly defeated the Denver Broncos in a game broadcast nationally the previous night on Monday Night Football. And the main news story involved charges made against Nuggets backup J.R. Smith stemming from a recent incident at a night club.

On days like this, it seems that the dailies won't cover anyone whose job doesn't entail wearing a jersey. -- Michael Roberts

Denver, Meet Smashburger

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When a half-pound of ground, nicely fatty Angus beef is whacked onto the hot steel, it produces a flood of meat juice that caramelizes instantly into a crispy halo of blood and fat around the edge of the burger. It’s like meat candy, the delicacy you lose when a burger is cooked on a slotted grill, which is the traditional cooking surface for burgers smashed by hand.

Line up, vegetarians, for your meat candy, your halo of blood and fat.

Although I’m not going to make any new friends this week among Denver’s gentle herbivores, all you meat-eaters should be happy. Because I’ve just found two fantastic burger joints where we can get our fix. One is Smashburger, a new outpost at Colorado and Mississippi (there’s a second in Wheat Ridge), where the Cervantes Capital investment group has come up with a better burger for burger-lovers. The second is an export from the Midwest to Thornton: Culver’s, which serves a butterburger -- much to the delight of gastroenterologists and cardiac surgeons everywhere. Come back here on Wednesday for the full details. – Jason Sheehan

Handicapping the TV Dead Pool

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Especially these shows.

Every season, there’s a TV dream that dies early. Someone’s pet project gets hit by the car of audience reaction, and has to be put down so it (and no one else) can suffer. So what else is there to do, really, but place wagers on which will feel the pinch of the euthanasia needle first?

Day One: Wherein I Slack Off For Your Sins

Teat-pu.jpgEvery Monday morning, millions of Americans roll out of bed, wipe the crusties out of their eyes, pour themselves a cup of joe and enter into the dispiriting ritual of the work week. They suffer through the humiliation of gridlocked traffic, pay far too much to park the car they paid far too much to drive, and shuffle off to anonymous workspaces under the harsh glare of fluorescent track lighting. For lunch, they get a quick fix off food that makes them feel terrible, for desert they take a lashing from their ironically titled superior for missing some mundane detail in a task primarily created to test the completeness of their obedience. They get back in their cars, which only remind them of their burdensome debt, get shamed by traffic a second time, and wind up with one, maybe two quality hours of time with their families before moving onto the never ending household tasks necessary for maintaining a mortgage.

A Late Arrival on the Bandwagon

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If politicians like anything better than flag-waving, it's pennant-waving. Over the weekend Denver school board candidate Arturo Jimenez papered west Denver with these purple door-hangers. The back features a cut-out bat you were supposed to wave while cheering on the Rockies. Not much cheer followed; if you're going to kiss up to the local sports team in order to get elected, timing is a bitch. Look for the candidate's next flyer to be decked out in blue and orange. –Alan Prendergast

50 Cent Raps With Adam Schrager on 9News' Your Show

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Of all the people 50 Cent has rapped with over the years, Adam Schrager has got to be the most unlikely. Schrager, after all, is a Channel 9 reporter who specializes in political matters, not a cultural correspondent with a well-known reputation as a hip-hop head. Yet the two of them will be chatting on October 29 for a segment on Your Show, a Schrager-hosted Sunday morning public-affairs offering that was the subject of a Message column a few months back. Moreover, the man born Curtis Jackson will be answering questions submitted by Channel 9 viewers -- a key component of the program.

In an e-mail, Schrager explains that 50 Cent will appear via satellite. "They pitched me," he reveals, "saying he wanted to talk about this and that. I said I'd love to have him, but I had no desire to ask about this and that unless our viewers wrote in questions about those things. They agreed."

According to Schrager, "We've received a pretty significant number of questions, and maybe the coolest thing is, none have come from people who have e-mailed in before from what I can tell." He adds that "there has been a particularly stunned look from many colleagues when they hear we booked him (maybe they think I'm too dorky, I don't know). But it goes to the overall point of the show. We're giving viewers access to people that they've never had before. I love that."

So, is Schrager that guy in the office who loudly chants "No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see/That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P." in his cubicle while cranking his iPod? Not exactly. "I like hip-hop," he asserts, "but I'm more old school, having gone to school in the early '80s. But what 50's done as a businessman, actor and musician is impressive for sure."

Check out this odd couple at 10:30 a.m. on Channel 20, 9News' sister station. Betcha it's gonna be hardcore. -- Michael Roberts

Vlog the Impaler Rocks the Rockies

This week we argue over who's the bigger Rockies fan and let our flyover state inferiority complex get the better of us, much to the chagrin of Red Sox fan in the office.

The Red Sox Are Right Where We Want 'Em

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Ah, yes, I remember now: that’s what it feels like to lose. It had been so long since the Rockies had dropped even one game – much less two in a row – I had forgotten the word for that queasy, tingling sensation that surfaces up from the top of the stomach and settles around the midsection of the chest.

Disappointment, we meet again.

The Slo Children Are Ready For Halloween

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Jeremy and Adam DeGraff, who perform under the name Slo Children, have certainly gone the extra mile to prepare for their Saturday, October 27, show at the D Note in Arvada. The pair of dark-humored acousticians recorded Born Ghost When Dead, an entire CD's worth of original songs designed specifically with Halloween in mind. As a bonus, they also include an abbreviated version of the appropriately dour folk/blues standard "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean."

Highlights include "My Ghostie," "Pumpkin Seeds" and "I Will Bewitch You," a witty and weird effort whose genesis Adam describes in accompanying liner notes. "Incidentally, we like witches," he writes toward the end of his account. "Brother Matthew and I, when we were very little, 6 or 7 years old, saw an actual witch on a broomstick crossing in front of a giant full moon on Halloween night. This is a shared memory. Since this trite oracular vision we've met many witches and get along with them famously. There is even a mural of the witch we saw as kids in the men's room of the D Note. Matthew commissioned me to paint it there with my fingers. So this song is for all of the lovely witches in our lives."

Ghouls of all sorts should show up early at the D Note's Outerspace Halloween Ball on the 27th, since the Slo Children get started at 7:30 p.m. sharp, kicking off a show that also features Tempa and the Tantrums, So & So's, Chris Aaron and Wally Ingram. For details, visit the D Note's website or phone 303-463-6683. -- Michael Roberts

Day Five: Wherein I Learn All The Horrors Contained in Children's Books

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This week, Joel Warner gives us some insight as to what it's like to be a part-time stay-at-home dad and a full-time neurotic obessessive with fantasies of prehistoric predators eating his young. Read his feature about the baby products industry here.

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Today something extraordinary happened: I had free time with my son.

This was an entirely new phenomenon. When I work from home with him, there is no such thing as “free time.” When my son’s awake, I distract him by wiggling a toy in his face with one hand and type horribly misspelled e-mails with the other. When he’s tired, I rock him to sleep, all the while composing stories in my head. And when he’s asleep, I dash downstairs, desperate to spew as much verbiage into my computer as possible before the baby monitor unleashes its first tell-tale whimper. The marathon continues until my wife comes home and yells at me for putting socks on her son’s hands because his fingers felt cold and I couldn’t find his mittens.

CCN Honors Three And Six Others

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A nine-year-old boy named Three (profiled in the May 17 feature Motel Hell) thought that he had forever escaped the transient life of the shady East Colfax motels. He’d lived with his mother and little sister in the Dunes, the Sands, and the Kings motel over a good span of his short life. With each homeless voucher that ran out, the family wound up in a different dive, or sometimes just a different room.

Earlier this year, Three’s family threw away many of their possessions to rid themselves of the bed bugs and made the move from the motel slums into a real home.

Pamela Mackey's Latest Celebrity Client: Don Vito

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Were we not presently in an all-Rockies, all-the-time zone, the local media would no doubt be paying more attention to the trial of Vincent Margera, known to MTV viewers as Don Vito, the bulbous uncle of wild man Bam Margera on the series Viva La Bam. As noted in this Rocky Mountain News account, which took a spelunker's skill to locate amid all the Rockies coverage, the elder Margera went to Jefferson County court this week to face charges that he fondled three teenage girls during an August 2006 appearance at Colorado Mills mall. Yet neither this piece nor any other article that turned up in a Google News search bothered to mention that the celebrity status of Don Vito's attorney, Pamela Mackey, rivals her latest client's.

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As tabloid-TV fans will remember, Mackey defended Los Angeles Lakers basketballer Kobe Bryant against sexual assault charges stemming from an incident at an Edwards resort in June 2003; the matter was dropped by prosecutors in September 2004. Along the way, Mackey played hardball in the court of public opinion, where Bryant's accuser was painted as an emotionally erratic attention-seeker. As a result, Mackey's name briefly became a not-always-nice household word.

Arguably the most memorable example of this development came during an episode of Saturday Night Live, when Weekend Update co-anchor Tina Fey tried to do to Mackey what she'd done earlier to the woman who said Bryant had forced himself on her. Here's the transcript:

Day Four: Wherein I Learn For The First Time What Fear Truly Is

tx_redsox.jpgThis week, Joel Warner gives us some insight as to what it's like to be a part-time stay-at-home dad and a full-time neurotic obessessive with fantasies of prehistoric predators eating his young. Read his feature about the baby products industry here.

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The doctor’s office doesn’t scare me. I’ve been going there my whole life without a tremor. Strip me to my skivvies and stick a needle in my arm – I can take it. Sure, there was that one time a hospital physician in New Hampshire nearly gave me gangrene, but that’s New Hampshire, for Christ’s sake. You can’t trust those dirty townies.

Today, however, as I drove to the doctor’s office, I would have curled up into the fetal position if not for the fact I had to keep my hands on the wheel. After all, this wasn’t a visit about me, it was about my son.

Best of Westword Winners From 1986

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In 1986, Westword published its third Best of Denver issue, a celebration of the city that saluted everything from the Best Local Comic Made Good (Roseanne Barr, who’d been living in a trailer just a few years earlier and was now starring in her own sitcom) to the Best Bronco (Karl Mecklenburg displaced two-time winner John Elway) to the Best Local Celebrity: Dick Lamm, about to finish his twelve-year stint as governor of Colorado, but definitely not going out quietly. Other winners are long gone, and the Best Candidate for Renovation, the Gates Rubber plant, is disappearing by the day.

But other 1986 winners are better than ever. Just up the street from Gates is that year’s Best Building Saved in the Nick of Time: the Mayan Theatre. Just when demolition seemed imminent for the then-53-year-old movie palace, the feisty Friends of the Mayan stepped in and saved the structure. That fall, the renovation was completed, with the facade preserved and three movie theaters carved out inside. More than twenty years later, the Mayan remains a true treasure, a piece of art that shows art (and also serves cocktails!). Here are the rest of the winners from 1986:

CCN Honors Homeless Motel Resident Kids

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We are all products of our environment and it is scary to imagine what products stem from the environment of the sleazy East Colfax motels. But, in the face of homelessness, seven young boys and girls are being honored for the hardships they’ve overcome.

The end of the East Colfax motels began with plans to redevelop the old Fitzsimons Army hospital out near East Colfax and I-225. The plans spawned a buying frenzy of the properties across the street (profiled in the May 17 feature Motel Hell), including several old run-down motels that once stood as shining symbols of America’s wealth but are now dens of poverty, drugs and prostitution.

Game One: Yeesh.

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The first game of the 2007 World Series between the Boston Red Sox and YOUR Colorado Rockies started perfectly: With Fox's Jeanne Zelasko giving Eric Byrnes shit for being a loud-mouthed douchenozzle. Byrnes committed the first broadcasting boner of the evening -- and not the last -- when he said the Rockies led the National League in defense. How about the world, forever, Byrnes? I don't mean to start off so salty, but am I the only one who is pissed that not even Joe Buck, son of the even greater Jack Buck, stepped in to say “Umm, actually Frosty Tips, the Rockies set the MLB record for fielding percentage.”

Don't Cry For Me, Colorado

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I’m telling you right now, I’m not going to cry at the end of the World Series. No matter how it turns out. Sure, if the Rockies win I’ll be doing my silly celebration dance (which makes Jonathan Papelbon’s Riverdance look sane), and screaming wildly and jumping up and down on my bed. (I’m not kidding.) And if the Rockies lose, I’ll feel sad about “what could have been.” But either way, my allergies will not be acting up as the champagne flows to the score of Joe Buck’s maudlin post-game monologue.

Fear not, Safeway, there will be no shortage of Kleenex in my house. Don’t overstock your shelves on my account.

This wasn’t the case in February of 2006, when my hometown Pittsburgh Steelers won Super Bowl XL. The tears fell heavy and thick with joy. They would have fallen equally heavy and thick had the team lost—as they had 10 years before following the Steelers’ defeat in Super Bowl XXX.

Confessions of a Red Sox fan

logo.gifIn this space yesterday, I vigorously defended my fellow Red Sox fans’ honor against unfounded snipes by over-eager Rockies fans. The Red Sox are not the evil empire, I argued. Sure, we get a little crazy, a little annoying, but that’s love and it’s beautiful. Don’t hate us because we’re beautiful.

Unfortunately, reading the top story in the Boston Globe today made me question my assertions. My city’s big sports writer – the one who has made his name and fortune by beating to death the idea that some sort of supernatural occurrence involving Babe Ruth was to blame for the 86 years of Red Sox games – decided he wanted to use his column space to crap all over the opposing team. No big surprise about last night’s Game 1 route, he wrote: Everyone was expecting this series to be a cake walk for Boston. The Rockies, he continued, were a bunch of stale nobodies. “Faceless punching bags,” he called them. I had to re-check the masthead; for a moment I thought I was reading the pompous bloviating of a Yankees reporter.

Ex-Rocky Mountain News Reporter Runs For Office

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You've just spent most of the past four decades in one of the most thankless jobs ever: newspaper reporter. So what's next? You attempt to land an even more thankless job: elected government official.

That's Charley Able's mission, anyhow. The longtime scribe for the Rocky Mountain News is running for a seat on Lakewood's city council, hoping to represent the community's first ward.

Able, 58, got his start in the newspaper business in 1967, and he spent the last 26 years as a reporter at the Rocky. Earlier this year, he was among a group of veteran employees who accepted a voluntary separation offer (read: buyout) from the tabloid, in part because the timing was right for him. "I had been thinking of retiring for a couple of years, anyway," he says. "And it was a very generous offer." However, he didn't walk away with a desire to enter politics. In his view, "It's easy to write about these things. But to make the decisions is something I never wanted to do."

His opinion soon changed. "A couple of friends of mine who are on the council tried to convince me to run, and I wasn't even lukewarm about it," he insists. "But I was driving home from Texas, where I'd been for a family reunion, and one of those sitting council people called and told me that the city wouldn't give the council person a document that was clearly an open record. I was asked for advice about how to get it, so I did what I could -- open records are second nature to me after all these years -- and kept driving. But the more I drove, the more irritated I got that they weren't open enough to share records with their own elected officials. And by the time I got to Amarillo, I was a candidate." He chuckles as he adds, "I think there's a country song in there somewhere."

Delivery Problems, Day Two: Denver Post Actually Arrives

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First, I have to watch that game. Then, this morning, I head to my driveway in search of newspapers that were missing yesterday, and my momentary elation at seeing them where they should be is promptly shattered by the main headline on the Denver Post's up-front World Series section: "Darned Sox."

"Darned Sox"? What the heck? Gee willikers, Wally: That's the lamest headline since the invention of the printing press. Thanks a heap, Denver Post. I didn't think it was possible -- but you guys actually made me feel worse. -- Michael Roberts

Day Three: Wherein My Baby Starts The Revolution

tx_redsox.jpgThis week, Joel Warner gives us some insight as to what it's like to be a part-time stay-at-home dad and a full-time neurotic obessessive with fantasies of prehistoric predators eating his young. Read his feature about the baby products industry here.

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Most of the time, my four-month-old son spreads joy and happiness. Sometimes he inspires people to attempt to conceive their own bundle of joy — right there on the sidewalk. It’s gross. But that wasn’t the case this morning, when I took him to a meeting of “Boot Camp for New Dads” at a local hospital. There, my baby spread terror.

As I carried in my son, the arms-crossed stoicism of the men sitting around the room splintered into panic. They were all fathers to be. “My God,” each of them was thinking. “Soon I will have one of those.”

Rocky Mountain News to Temporarily Become Rocky Mountain Sports Authority

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Subscribers to the Rocky Mountain News and Denver Post who still haven't seen their October 24 papers (see this blog for details) needn't worry about missing out on special sections commemorating the Colorado Rockies' World Series berth. They'll have plenty of chances to get more thanks to the Sports Authority, a business that may singlehandedly put the dailies back in the black.

An internal Rocky memo sent out under the signature of editor/publisher/president John Temple, reveals that the so-called "World Series/Rocky Mountain News Collector's Edition," known in newsroom shorthand as the "Sports Authority Wrap," will encase the tabloid every day of the series. These extras likely account for press room schedule changes that require much of the copy to be in earlier than usual, according to a knowledgeable source. Of course, sports deadlines can be pushed if a game runs long, but only so far. The memo states that four key pages can be held back until 11:30 p.m. if a game goes into extra innings -- "Sports Authority wrap cover, World Series section cover and 2 inside sports pages." But it also emphasizes that "all four must be sent by 11:30... even if the game isn't over."

Really? The Rocky would actually start printing before the outcome of a game is decided? Hard to believe -- but there's one way to find out. Come on, Rockies: Tonight, don't polish off the BoSox until the 18th inning. -- Michael Roberts

Rocktober Becomes C***tober

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Dear Superbad-Watching Westword Reader,
Thank you for your letter to the editor, which arrived with our mail today. However, due to our letters policy we can only print letters that are no more than 200 words. This letter is worth at least 1,000 and will therefore have to be edited before we can run it in print. We would like to offer you the opportunity to edit the piece so we can run it. Maybe you could change the pennant to read "Cocktober," as everyone likes puns even if they are the lowest form of humor, next to dick jokes that is. Also, I think it would be neat if you could anthropomorphize the head of your main character to have googly eyes and a mustache, that would be totally rad. But as is, I am afraid we will not be able to run your letter in our November 1 issue. I look forward to your edited letter and, even if you feel like you would rather not edit your work, I would like to thank you for reading Westword and contributing.
-- Sean Cronin

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