Tondar's Daily Rant

Prepare yourself for the writings of Tondar the Destroyer, Baron of Atlanta, Rightful Heir to the Throne of Spain, from whom all babies come. As his will be blogged, so let it be done.

Saturday, March 17, 2007


I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

It's that time of the year again. And for some reason, with the help of Elton John, my thoughts turn to my time in the East. Of course, I didn't have the same luxury of Someone Saving My Life, but life still found a way to work itself out anyways...

When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna, Lord, you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And its one more beer and I dont hear you anymore
Weve all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor

And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didnt you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
Youre a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye

I never realised the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
Its four oclock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
Im sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my musics still alive

And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your h.p. demands forever
Theyre coming in the morning with a truck to take me home

Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone

From Seth...

Woohoo, everybody's happy 'cause the team that couldn't move managed to convince the city that it would and got the denizens of Pittsburgh, who were otherwise engaged in building the best water infrastructure of any major metropolitan area and replacing their power plants to make energy cheaper, to pony up instead for a new building with luxury seats.

People can't help themselves when it comes to this. Congress should pass a law saying teams must finance their own stadiums.

Lemieux played this spoiled brat game to perfection -- dropping all of his franchise players and then pointed at the seats that didn't want to see Rico Fata instead of Jaromir Jagr and cried "HELP -- we're getting killed by the system."

So Mommy Bettman whipped up the most ridiculous "random" draft string in the history of sports to net the Penguins Jordan Staal (2nd overall), Sidney Crosby (1st overall, and the NHL's LeBron), Evgeni Malkin (2nd overall), Ryan Whitney (5th overall), and Marc-Andre Fleury (1st overall)*. And Daddy Pittsburgh bought Mario a brand-new stadium. And they all put together a new league-wide revenue sharing agreement so other teams can't spend more than what Lemieux wants to.

You could tell he was manipulating, because the first thing he did as soon as the new salary cap was in place was to buy four of the top 10 free agents in Sergei Gonchar, Mark Recchi, John LeClair, and Ziggy Palffy.

It wasn't the system. It was Mario getting rid of all of his players, and the team falling apart after he got hurt every season. He pulled the same act last year, too, putting his now-slow, injured old body on the 1st line while the team tanked around him. And for his efforts, Bettman engineered one more piece of gold: Jordan Staal.

I normally love a team from the bottom building themselves into a winner, especially when it's a franchise with a lot of history in that sport. I like the smarts that have to go into creating value in your franchise. Manipulating your league and your fans and your city isn't smarts. I find it a horribly unethical way to conduct business.

*If a team had the same picks in the NBA, they'd have Yao Ming, Dwayne Wade, Emeka Okafor, Andrew Bogut and LaMarcus Aldridge. Except instead of Bogut, they were handed the NHL's LeBron (Sid Crosby).

Friday, March 16, 2007


Jailbirds in love...

Jerry: "Did you ever hear the hormoning?"


Anybody interested in going to see the Nashville Symphony?

Thursday, March 15, 2007


I don't know about anybody else but I am having problems getting the games to show up online via CBS. I signed up in advance but when I signon and bring up the page with all the game options, none of the buttons work and the video doesn't appear.

Any ideas how I broke it? Or does it just suck this year?

BTW - How about the Big10 winning and Duke losing?
Which one is better?


4 championships in 6 years speaks for itself...

Pick away -- you don't want to know what's transpiring in my bracket.

Sick -- it's sick. Want a sample: I've got MSU beating the guys everyone thinks should win the championship, Oral Roberts going to the Sweet 16.

I hate how the teams I always really want to take deep as a surprise are pitted against each other early. Damn the selection committee. Notre Dame and Oregon is what I'm talking about here.

And what do I do with Wisconsin? Without their center, they showed they can still beat anyone except Ohio State. So I'll take them until they come up against a team that's better than them. But then, they run into Oregon. Is it really this easy for Florida? Who could upset them? Butler? Oregon? Where's Notre Dame? Oh yeah, I Oregoned them too. Oregon in the Final Four? This year's West Virginia? I don't think so.

What a mess in the West. Kansas, Duke, UCLA, Indiana, Kentucky. What, did the other brackets not need any blue blood? Kentucky/Villanova is so unfair. I'm siding with a grown man named Tubby, just because no-one else will. Now what to do with all of these defensive-minded teams from Illinois? I want Illinois to beat Sothern Illinois -- it just seems right. But in the game of Tenacious D, the Salukis are better. Then it's down to Duke and UCLA (Gonzaga and Indiana can go hang out with UConn for all I care, and I'm not going to Boo Hoo Pitt past Coach K, 'cause he doesn't give a damn). And finally, the question of the year: UCLA or Kansas? I wish they were both 1s on opposite sides so they could meet in the championship. Instead, they're here, and the hometown Bruins show they can play scrappy better than the Jayhawks.

Now the East. MSU gets over Marquette -- they lost their best player. I used to do well taking the Spartans, but I can't justify them beating North Carolina, can I? I've got an empty bracket just crying for this upset -- big, bad experienced MSU, bloodied and primed, taking down the kids who coast through the first round against this year's "they won their championship, we HAVE to take 'em" team. Could it happen? While we ponder, I took Texas over USC 'cause Kevin Durant is the 2nd best player in the tournament. Oral Roberts over Vandy, 'cause Vandy's the most overrated of an overrated conference (the NCAA is Florida's bitch this year). I've got Bob Knight making it to round 2, and Georgetown going to where it belongs in the Elite 8. As for the top of the East.....can i do it? Do I pull the trigger?

Now, the bracket I dread. Again, it seems the NCAA gods have commanded that Florida and Ohio State win everything this year, because football wasn't enough. I have one darling in the South: Texas A&M. I like them against Louisville, and even against Memphis. The rest of the South will be a 3-fest, especially once Tennessee and Virginia meet. Remember that W. Virginia/Wake Forest game in 2005? One of those. It's just that between cavaliers and volunteers, I like the artillery of the royalists more than the confederates. If you can't figure out who wins this bracket, though, then you haven't been wearing your sweater vest.

No, I couldn't take State beating Carolina. I am sane, afterall. And I didn't do it because I have Texas coming up right after to take out the Tar Heels, and beating Georgetown (that's gonna be a great game) to get in the Final Four.

Florida, UCLA, Texas and Ohio State.

And for the championship? This ain't 2006 no more. Fuck the NCAA -- Texas over UCLA.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


In case you haven't seen the news, ole Tondar is still trying to get his head around James Dolan's longterm commitment to Isiah Thomas. Of course, per word, Peter Vecsey had the harshest words on this knickerdebacle...

"WHY wouldn't Isiah Thomas get an extension as Knicks president?

Since he graced our fair city - Dec. 22, 2003 - they're 114-173, by my abacus. That's a shade under .400.

James Dolan's no dope. He knows that number guarantees induction into Cooperstown. So, surely his manager of the month is eminently worthy of at least an additional year on his contract. Why wouldn't a coaching extension be in order as well?

Since Judge Thomas approached the bench, the Knicks are a robust 29-34 and began the week clinging to the eighth and final Eastern playoff berth.

Not only is this body of work enough to electrify a sharp cookie such as Dolan, it's perceptible improvement in my book. Though, granted, even the preponderance of summer school students (players) figure out how to pass the grade on their second attempt.

Why would Dolan want to wait to see how the 82-game extravaganza played out before securing Thomas?

Given what has transpired so far, the off-season bidding for Thomas' sanctified services by other franchises (Jiffy Lube, perhaps) reckoned to be recklessly high.

That and the fact Thomas got through the first three-quarters of the season without being sued . . . and without the West Side stadium being built."

Dizamn, somebody just got fucked up!

Of course, knowing what I do know about Isiah, I'm surprised Dolan is comfortable with him splitting time between his commitment to him and Jiffy Lube. You will always be second to Jiffy Lube. They will always win, haven't you realized that yet?

From the Seth Archives 3/9/07...

"You're watching. You're waiting. You're making your decisions.

Your bracket isn't even born yet, and you've already got a name for it. Wanna do something now to make sure you're as interested in your bracket at the end of March as you are right now?

Well, today the experts said the best thing you can do is turn off your TV, look at the rankings from Monday (before the conference tournaments started) and remember who is where.

According to, the most important factor in how teams do is their adjusted power ranking (a stat they just happen to own). The site, compiles data from every tournament in the last 30 years. Using its formulas, they got between 60 and 70 percent of last year's bracket right -- a really high score, especially considering the upsets from nowhere like George Mason.

Well, unless you buy in, you won't have access to their numbers. But the way they figured can be helpful. The site ranks different factors for calculation. Wanna guess the least important: how the teams fare in their conference tourneys.

So why watch? Print off the RPI standings right now, and there's your rankings for who can beat whom. If you've been watching all season, maybe bump up those teams you know something about. Remember, always put the team with the best player in the Final Four, and give last year's champ the benefit of the doubt. And as for the conference tourneys, if you look at more than the injury list, you're only guaranteeing yourself another year in the middle of the spreadsheet."

From James...

If the Penguins are one of the strongest teams in the NHL for ratings, why was a sweetheart deal necessary to keep them in Pittsburg?
So let it blogged, so let it be done...

"I've decided that you and I are going to have a dance off at Jason's wedding in May...ala J-Timbo and Britney..."

In case you haven't seen it in the news, not only are subprime foreclosures at a 4 year high, but it looks like one of the sub-prime heavy hitters is about to file bankruptcy. This could spell trouble throughout the entire country and economy. So for those of you that own property and are looking to refinance, you need to get on it. If you live in Tennessee or Kentucky and are looking to purchase or refinance contact me immediately because it is only a matter of time before everyone is going to have to chip in to cover the subprime losses noted above.

I don't mean to panic the kids, but now is the time to move if you're gonna do it! If you don't believe me, just ask Kunstler.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.

Monday, March 12, 2007


I was shocked today when I heard the news out of New York. Sometimes you just have to wonder what's wrong with some people. Certainly I can understand the momentum of certain situations pushing people into making bad decisions. But I just can't get my head around this one...

"Isiah Thomas got a multiyear contract extension Monday, nine months after he was warned the Knicks needed to show "evident progress" or he'd be out of a job.

With the Knicks in the hunt for a playoff spot, Madison Square Garden chairman James Dolan went back on his vow to wait until after the season to make his decision, saying that Thomas would return as coach and team president."

So what do you say to the man that has made a mistake and is about to extend that mistake for years to come? I'm certainly not in any position to warn him. Yet, on the other hand I feel a great sense of schadenfreude as he flies headlong into this black hole. The signs have been there over the last few years. Sure Isiah has proven to be a better coach than Larry Brown. Plus I doubt Dolan is holding Isiah's track record with Toronto, the CBA, and Indiana against him. But even in recent times, the signs of his subtle incompetance are there manifested in the ridiculous moves he has made as team president. You cannot look at his most recent wins and ignore the body of evidence against him. You would have to be blind.

Of course, in the end it is Dolan's mistake to make. But I'm still going to delight in it, and I'm looking forward to what the New York Post will say on the situation. But most certainly, I am looking forward to that point a few years down the line when Dolan wises up and Isiah is left old, cold, and all alone in the face of the heartless cruel world.

Sheds are the new guns.

I was playing basketball with one of the junior high kids again. I don't know what was worse, his cheating or me going Walter on him for shooting 3's with his toe OVER THE LINE. However, he did have a rather pithy comment on my game...

"You're a lot better when somebody's guarding you!"

And then I proceeded to back him down and school him like he was Shaq in the 1995 NBA Finals.

One thing I find disturbing about playing with the kids is that they think we have some sort of relationship. While I was putting my game face on and racking up the points through the competitive hatred that burns in my heart, the kids want to know where I live. They want me to supervise them when they loiter at the apartment complex next door. And they want to know my name and be my friend on myspace. For today I was able to hold him off by telling him that "Old Steve" wasn't going to reveal his apartment number. But still, you get an interesting mix of adolescents with a desire to find a father-figure in a douchebag named Dar.

Sunday, March 11, 2007


I'm watching the Nuggets vs. Kings game here. And halfway through the first quarter Allen Iverson picks up his 3rd foul. After this happens he immediately runs away from the situation towards the bench. A mature Iverson knows he will have to sit and better to get out early before troublesome words and actions are exchanged. However, the official sees him running and immediately calls a Rasheed Wallace Technical on him for "protesting" the call. Of course this technical is complete crap. However, of all the officials in the NBA to make that call, it was the Shenanigator himself, Ron Garretson. Yep, the same Garretson that always finds a way to stick it to the Pistons, yet still remains in David Stern's top official rotation.

Garretson to Marcus Camby: "You can't have over-reactions after a call like that anymore. You have to have respect for the Game."

Well cry me a river. Somebody has insecurity issues.