BenBlog Book Review: ‘Pass the Nuts’ by Dan Coughlin

This book is fun.

Full stop.

Filled with stories of Cleveland sports history, local media nuggets and a dash of drinking shenanigans, Pass the Nuts was quite simply a bunch of fun to read.

The book’s subtitle is “More Stories About the Most Unusual, Eccentric and Outlandish People I’ve Known is Four Decades as a Sports Journalist” and you really can’t ask for a more apt description. Each chapter is a self contained 3-8 page story on some goofy character or situation related to Coughlin.

I found the book interesting because, as a child of the 80s, many of Coughlin’s stories were before my time (I only know of Coughlin through his his Fox 8 gig, not his Plain Dealer years). Stories of former Browns Gene Hickerson knowing Elvis Presley or Dick Schafrath running 62 miles on a dare were great and the all of the Cleveland media gems were fascinating to me (What? Cleveland papers covered softball?! And people gave a shit?!?).

A few stories stuck out to me, but mainly this nugget on covering high school football with Fox 8′s chopper and Tony Rizzo taking most of the flights:

“That’s because the helicopter and I came to Fox 8 together in 1997,” Rizz rationalized. “I never knew what it was like to be a Beatle, but after the first night in the chopper, I knew. We’d land right next to the stadium and a thousand kids would surround us, trying to touch us. I felt like a rock star. What a rush! Some schools would beg us to fly there”

Cameraman Doug Herrmann’s favorite stadium was Hudson. He pleaded to make it a regular stop on the Friday night tour.

“Because the first time we were there a woman was so wasted that she lifted her shirt and flashed us her headlights – no bra,” Rizz explained. “Dough wanted to come back every week and look for her”

What? Hudson? 1997? Boobs?! I was at every Hudson football game from 1997-2000 (yay marching band!) and I’ll be damned if I remember the Fox 8 chopper coming to a single game (or having a reason to). Not to mention I can’t recall a crowd rowdy enough to have chicks flashing people.

The book is full of little anecdotes like that. Fun accounts of ethic violations of Cleveland State hoops, college pranks (stealing a train) and 40 years in the the sports media. There’s also bits on interviewing LeBron as a freshman (and how LeBron would never use the first names of the Cavs beat reporters), George Steinbrenner, and whole of slew of people I’ve never heard of.

If there’s one complaint about the book it’s that, at times, Coughlin’s familiarity with his subjects made it confusing to read. Many of the stories mentioned the wives or girlfriends of these wackos and Coughlin would simply use their first names (like he was the story to you in person) and every now and then I’d have to go back and double check to make sure I knew who he was talking about.

But that’s really a minor quibble. Coughlin’s casual prose and sardonic wit make Pass the Nuts a fun, quick read. The chapters breeze by, whether they’re about LeBron James or about Dan fighting a whip-wielding bar tender. The language is clean, even though some of the stories aren’t, and again, most are pretty funny.

I haven’t read Coughlin’s first book (2010′s Crazy, with the Papers to Prove It), so I can’t really compare the two, but after enjoying Pass the Nuts, I’m going to pick it up. You probably won’t get much out of either book if you aren’t a Clevelander or at least a fan of their sports teams.

But if that’s the case, why the hell are you reading this?

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Give thanks

(Note: If you feel like you’ve read this before, you did. Last year. I cleaned some things up and moved some stuff around, but the post itself is mostly unchanged.)

While it hasn’t always been the case, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday; nothing else even comes close. How can you top a day full of football, family, friends and food? You can’t. Other holidays have their perks but none are as close to perfect as Thanksgiving.

Fourth of July comes the closest and, like Thanksgiving, it’s a holiday that I appreciate more now as an adult. So you’re telling me I get a day off to drink outside and grill with friends and family? What’s that? And we get to blow stuff up? Awesome. Fourth of July is great, but not better than Thanksgiving (I mean, how many cookouts do you go to over the summer? At least a few).

New Years Eve? When is the last time that a New Years Eve went the way you wanted it to go? Anyone? Maybe it’s just me, I dunno.

Halloween? Don’t get me wrong, Halloween kicks ass from ages 1-14 (trick or treating) and then from 18-26 (college girls). I like Halloween and all but at this point, I feel a bit goofy dressing up (there’s only so many costumes that go with a full beard/mutton chops) and I can only get drunk in an uncomfortable costume so many times. It’s not like Halloween is bad but better than Thanksgiving? No..

Finally, there’s the big one: Christmas. Like Halloween, Christmas was awesome as a little kid (presents!!) but I’ve grown away from it as I’ve gotten older. There’s just too much going on with Christmas; there’s the pressure of buying the right gifts, dealing with the insanity of shopping, let alone the religious aspect that barely receives a passing mention. Hell, I’m not even religious and this offends me.

Simply put: there’s just too much Christmas. It’s gotten too big. It’s a month long orgy of shopping malls, lame television specials, sugary treats and greed (with only a token nod to the Baby Jesus). Hell, with Black Friday, we’re now letting Christmas attempt to ruin Thanksgiving weekend.

(Short aside: back in Christmas of 2004, I worked at the Barnes and Noble in Easton Town Center. At the time, I was getting emails calling me UnAmerican (I had a column in The Lantern, Ohio State’s paper, and wasn’t a fan of one George W. Bush) and the American news media still reported on the war in Iraq. Now, if you’ve never been to Easton, it’s fairly ritzy shopping plaza and I can’t even begin to tell you how elaborate the decorations were inside the actual mall. I swear to God, there entire place was drowned in silver and gold (ed. note: hyperbole) and meanwhile, I’m reading stories from Iraq like this. America: where there’s enough money for two-story Santa villages made out of high-end German chocolate but not enough to properly armor the vehicles of our troops. Priorities).

But despite our best efforts, Thanksgiving is still somewhat pure. Yes, radio stations are now playing Christmas music the day after Halloween and Black Friday is threatening to spiral out of control but you can ignore it if you choose. Despite everything, the essence of Thanksgiving is still there. Thanks-giving. A day to give thanks.

It’s so simple but yet so beautiful. A (uniquely American) day to reflect on all the things you’re grateful for. How great is that? A day not to look at the negatives in life but to accentuate the positives. Be thankful for your friends and your family, your job and your health.

It’s far and away my favorite day of the year.

Every Thanksgiving day since 1999, I’ve played in a pickup football game dubbed (very originally) Turkey Bowl with various friends from High School and a random assortment of their cousins, in-laws or friends-of-friends.

Is it cold and wet? Of course (it’s Ohio in November). Are we all hung over and/or horribly out of shape? Yup. Do I hurt for 5 days after? Yes. Is it worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

This is the one time a year I see a lot of these guy. Some are home from college while others are simply back in town for a weekend before going back to Real Life. The games are somewhat competitive and there’s usually at least one or two dumb/awesome laterals thrown in there for good fun. It’s a couple hours of trash talk, laughing and hitting amongst old friends. What’s not to love?

After I crawl home from football, there’s the Thanksgiving meal with my extended family. Turkey, ham, potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce… Yes yes and yes. Seriously, sitting down for a giant meal with family members I rarely get to see is not a bad way to refuel after a couple hours cold-weather football. Plus after dinner, I can fall asleep on the couch watching even more (mediocre) football. Huzzah!

As you can tell, I adore Thanksgiving. Easily the day I look forward to the most each year. Too often we focus on what we don’t have rather than what we do. Thanksgiving is a day set aside to correct this oversight. I’m thankful for my loving parents, my brother and sister and our extended family. I’m grateful for my pets and for all of my friends as well as my co-workers.

I’m also quite grateful to those of you reading this right now. I’m definitely not a big blog (or, heh, your most reliable blogger) but I know more than a few of you keep coming back. I’m still very much blown away that people who I’ve never met visit this place (or give me a forum) to read my incoherent ramblings on the Cavaliers and Cleveland sports.

Thank you.

I hope everyone has a happy and wonderful Thanksgiving.

Ray Davies (of the Kinks) – Thanksgiving Day

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Etan Thomas and the 99%

With it looking more and more likely that the NBA players will reject the owners’ latest offerEtan Thomas took to the pages of ESPN to explain the players’ side. I found the piece very interesting, especially how Thomas chose characterize the debate.

Thomas deliberately uses phrases from the Occupy Wall Street movement to make his case for the players’ side. He’s not wrong exactly, but I’m not sure it’s the right move for the players.

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On Penn State

It’s really a shame (in every sense) what’s going on at Penn State right now. I really like that school. One of my best friends went to that school. Watching Ohio State lose there in 2003(?) was one of the most fun sporting events I ever attended (plus, I mooned an entire Taco Bell full of PSU kids on the walk home. I miss college).

There’s a lot of interesting articles out there about this tragedy that I wanted to share:

College sports can warp values.

An open letter from a Buckeye fan to Penn State fans.

The original district attorney in the Sandusky case has been missing for 6 years.

The predator, Jerry Sandusky wrote an autobiography called “Touched.”

There’s probably going to be most ugliness coming out.

Joe Posnanski has an excellent piece on Joe Paterno.

Jerry Sandusky’s son, Jon, works for the Browns.

I don’t have much to add on the Joe Paterno mess, other than the kids who rioted on Wednesday night were being dumb kids and rallying around their school, rather than, you know, supporting child rape. When you’re young, bored and drunk, you do stupid shit. Plus, after this OSU mess, I completely get the bunker mentality and the “us vs the world” state of mind. Doesn’t make it right, but I get it.

Also, kinda getting sick of OSU fans preening “now THIS is a REAL scandal” bullshit not to mention “how come ESPN took so long to lay into PSU, they went after OSU right away!!” If what you take away from this Paterno mess is that ESPN hates Ohio State, you need to reevaluate some things.

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Hey! Look over there!

In case you didn’t read the post directly below this, I’ve been writing over at WaitingForNextYear.com all weekend. Some NBA, some Buckeyes, some NFL and some interesting links. Go check it out.

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Cavs hire new announcer, I’m still alive and other news you don’t care about

First things first, I know there are at least three of you who still check this site to see what I have to say. I thank you for that and I’m sorry I haven’t updated recently. Normally, I take my summer blogging fairly slow; I take some trips, see some shows, play some disc golf and then post about whatever ill-advised moves the Cavs make. But when you combine the NBA lockout with my love for Twitter (follow me, @BenCox83!) and my general laziness, well, things have been pretty sparse around here.

So if you’re itching for more Ben blogging, I have some good news.

The fine folks over at WaitingForNextYear.com saw my lack of blogging and thought to themselves, “hey, let’s hire that guy!” and offered me a gig at their site. And of course I said yes. So it is with great joy that I announce that I’ll be joining the boys over at WFNY as a weekend blogger, starting this very weekend.

In all seriousness, I’m pretty pumped about this opportunity. If you’re not familiar with WFNY, well, I dunno what to tell ya. They’re the biggest and best Cleveland sports blog around and pretty much a daily read for the online savvy Cleveland fan. I’ll be over there once or twice a month, keeping things updated and posting various ramblings throughout the weekend.

Finally, in actual news, the Cleveland Cavaliers have decided who will replace Hall of Famer Joe Tait as the radio voice of the Cavs.

*drumroll*

John Michael.

Ya. I dunno who he is either, but apparently he was the radio voice of the Lake Erie Monsters. Now, there’s two ways of looking at this: either A) Dan Gilbert hired a young (just 39), up-and-coming talent over some more experienced guys or B) Dan Gilbert hired a guy from down the hall (Gilbert owns the Monsters too, lest you forget) with no basketball experience.

Since I haven’t exactly been tuning in to Monsters games (to put it kindly), I have a hard time forming an opinion on John Michael (he’ll be calling games with Jim Chones, who I do enjoy). Michael could be good, he could suck, or most likely he’ll be somewhere in between; we won’t know until the games start (it’s exactly this type of sterling insight I’ll be bringing to WFNY). But it’s not like I had a specific guy that I wanted to replace Tait. I’m okay with the hire.

Hopefully, we’ll be able to judge John Michael’s work sooner rather than later.

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Or like literally any phoenix.

In a Grantland.com article about how the Indians were built:

The 2011 Indians are like Fawkes, the phoenix of Harry Potter fame — they’ve sprung back to life from the ashes of their previous incarnation.

Sigh.

The rest of the article is interesting, if a bit depressing:

The Indians’ performance in the draft has been every bit as bad as their trade record has been sterling. In 1998, the Indians selected Sabathia with their first pick. Cleveland hasn’t signed an above-average draft pick since.

Quick: Who are Will Hartley, Corey Smith, Dan Denham, Jeremy Guthrie, Michael Aubrey, Jeremy Sowers, Trevor Crowe, David Huff, and Beau Mills? They are the Indians’ first picks in every draft from 1999 to 2007. If you recognized them, you must be a Tribe fan. Also, you need to put down the Xanax.

The best player in that crop was Guthrie and Luke Scott, who was 28 by the time he established himself in the majors.. By then, the Indians had long given up on them. For nearly a decade, the Indians have received hardly any help from their farm system. When you look at the franchise from that perspective, it’s no wonder they had to hustle on the trade market to survive. What is a wonder is that they’ve been so competitive.

As the author goes on to note, things look to be changing on the draft front with Alex White, Lonnie Chisenhall and Jason Kipnis progressing quite nicely through the Tribe’s system.

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