Tuesday ESPN’s “E:60″ will examine the lengths some people will go to have more athletic kids.
ESPN: “E:60 correspondent Tom Farrey exclusively reports the story about the ultimate effort to buy athletic advantage – the purchase of sperm from anonymous donors who are college athletes. He visits the world’s largest sperm bank, California Cryobank in Los Angeles, where the seed of Division I football, basketball and baseball players sells fast. Farrey also speaks with families who purchased the sperm of a former tight end, and he addresses the question: How do expectations change when parents know their child is born with the DNA of an elite athlete?”
So what type of down-and-outer person, athlete or no, is selling their sperm?
John Ireland to Farrey: “How many people are breeding kids specifically to be athletes?”
Farrey: “I’m not sure they’re breeding to create elite athletes. They’re folks who are lesbians or same sex couples or mothers who never found mister right or it’s a heterosexual couple who can’t have kids on their own. So, they go to the sperm bank and they go through the catalog. And inevitably, when you’re like, ‘OK, what are we going to pick?’ … you end up picking the stuff you prioritize and you value and there are a lot of people out there who want their kids to have athletic traits.”
The main ethical question when it comes to this game of offspring roulette is if prospective parents should be allowed to know the identity of the sperm donator. So long as they don’t, I don’t see anything wrong with knowing the occupation and/or athletic history of the contributor. Problem is, if someone is donating sperm for money, what’s the odds that individual has a current occupation? (See Todd Marinovich.)
Yes, we’ve all heard over the years about Warren Sapp being a social cripple. Not to mention a man of questionable personal hygiene. So with that, I was delighted today at his selection to the latest lineup of “Dancing With The Stars”. Though I would love to see him plague survive the entire competition, that might be a little too much to ask, considering he’ll be dragging around a hazmat-suited partner.
In all seriousness, one media source close to the Raiders told me today that Sapp has always been known for raging, 100-yard halitosis. In particular, one veteran defensive lineman for the Raiders used to bark out “Breath!” whenever Sapp walked into a room or on the team plane.
That eventually lead to the team’s primary rallying cry last season: “BREATH! BREATH! BREATH!”
Sapp thought it was funny, but didn’t know the joke was on him and would bark it out too.
Coincidentally, when Marinovich was quarterbacking the club, the team’s rallying cry was, “METH! METH! METH!”
OK, I made that last part up.
Ben Klayman of REUTERS reports today, “Joseph Abboud loves big American guys and to prove it, the apparel maker’s parent, JA Apparel Corp, signed a three-year deal to outfit 31 of the 32 National Football League coaches with its suits and other men’s wear. The one coach who did not sign on? Hooded sweat-shirt wearing Bill Belichick of the New England Patriots.”
JA Apparel Chief Executive Marty Staff: “We love guys who are 35 to 54. We’re not a metrosexual company.”
Not metrosexual? Was Tom Brady behind Belichick not signing on?
Next up: Cappie Poindexter for Shingles prevention!
I heard venerable ESPN Radio update anchor Dan Davis say the strangest thing today. When describing the Phils-Dodgers game in Philadelphia tonight, he said the game was “out east.” Living in L.A., your ears are always piqued for west coast bias, so when a national sports anchor says, “out west,” I cringe.
But, “out east?” Now that’s progress!
Lotsa media reax in Los Angeles to Matt Leinart’s waning status as the AZ Cardinals’ starting QB.
What you probably haven’t heard though is that you can mostly trace Leinart’s deplorable work ethic to his upbring. Leinart’s father Bob has always been notorious for treating Little Matty like a Willy Wonka golden ticketholder. The Cards QB was living a celebrity’s lifestyle as early as his last couple years of college, thanks to Daddy Bob’s bankroll.
Leinart’s falling down is no surprise to anyone who followed his college days closely.
While on the subject of misguided LA-based collegiate sports stars, Kevin Love is also in that category. His dad Stan sowed the seeds of discontent during Kevin’s career at Westwood, complaining behind the scenes that his son wasn’t getting enough offensive touches. Those in and around the Bruin program will tell you that Stan was the main force behind Kevin coming out, which in my view was a colossal mistake.
The CLEVELAND PLAIN DEALER crowed Sunday about our return to supremacy in Olympic men’s basketball with this headline: “LeBron helps put U.S. back on top.”
Why do I have a sinking feeling America’s dominance on the world basketball stage is as temporary as James’ stay in Cleveland?
The thing I’m going to most miss about the Olympics (besides seeing Al Roker’s mailbox head precariously perched on a popsicle stick every morn)? The daily, bizarro comments coming from NBC “Today’s” Meredith Viera.
Viera this morning: “It was so cool to be a virgin again because I’d never been to an Olympics.”
Goodbye, Today show - it was fun.
You know the martini drinkers in SI’s NYC paneled boardroom truly has the world’s balls in their hands when they can sell posters of their Michael Phelps gold medal cover whilst also hawking a 144-page volume of nekkid ladies:
When I die, I want to come back as an executive officer for the Sports Illustrated Magazine Group.