Update: All you can ask for a man is to grow, to learn from past mistakes, and to constantly work toward being a better person. No matter how small the progress, it's worth noting, which is why we'd like to point out that while Ohio Governor John Kasich stuffed a Terrible Towel in his mouth back in April when he taunted Browns fans while in Northeast Ohio, he seems to have learned not to do that again.
The Columbus Dispatch reports the gov thought better than to dabble in baiting the two NFL teams that reside in Buckeye Country in an interview with C-SPAN that will air Sunday. When asked who he'd be rooting for when the Browns and Bengals square off in week one, he walked the non-offensive middle line.
"Let me avoid that: I’m an Indians fan. I like the Reds," Kasich said during the interview, which was conducted in part by Dispatch Washington bureau chief Jack Torry. "I have to tell you, I’ve been disappointed with some of the things that the Steelers did last year. I don’t want to get into this exactly what causes my disappointment. But I’ve kind of lost interest.
“I want Ohio to rise. That’s important to us. What would be better than to have the Browns and the Bengals have tremendous seasons and get them both in the playoffs? . . . I’d love to have the Indians knock off Detroit."
See, Ohio, there's hope yet.
Update: Per the PD, the trial of suspended CMHA head George Phillips-Olivier will begin December 2. 5/1 odds that Frank Russo testifies about something, most likely that Phillips-Olivier never puts a penny, only takes a penny. — Grzegorek
Cue the Queen; this is best read with “Another One Bites the Dust” piping through the speakers. For awhile now we’ve been hearing chatter that Cuyahoga County corruption scandal is far from over, that the indictments are just gonna keep coming from the U.S. Attorney’s Office. That barroom gossip seems to have been again substantiated as another high-ranking head rolls, this time belonging to George Phillips-Olivier, the top man at the Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority.
Update II: Jimmy Dimora's trial will not begin until January 4, 2012, U.S. District Judge Sara Lioi has ruled. Now Jimmy's totally going to use the "too much holiday food" excuse to explain why he looks so fat on the witness stand, but no one's going to buy it. (WOIO)
Update: The wait continues. Via WKYC: "Just after 3 p.m. Thursday, U.S. District Judge Sara Lioi said she will issue a written ruling "at a later date" regarding former Cuyahoga County Commissioner Jimmy Dimora's request for a three-month continuance for his Sept. 12 corruption trial." Dimora handed over the direct line to the fax machine in his tiki hut so he can be the first to know.
Update III: More bizarre updates to the bizarre story. Cedrica Johnson, the passenger in the car that hit a bunch of people at McDonald's on hiring day, skipped her court date today. A warrant has been issued for her arrest. McMoron. (WOIO)
Update II: Stacey Matthews pleaded not guilty Monday to three felony counts of aggravated vehicular assault. (Fox 8)
Update: Stacey Matthews, the 22-year-old who hit four people with a car during the McDonald's melee earlier this week, has surrendered to police. Cops had issued a felonious assault warrant. (WOIO)
The plaque at St. Clair and E. 105th honoring Superman creators Siegel and Shuster has been stolen by some degenerate(s). Apparently nothing is sacred in Cleveland. Especially when some numb-nut thinks he's getting away with precious metal. Someone get resident C-town superhero Apama on the case.
In the latest installment of Ma, the meatloaf!...
Cops in Clermont County Ohio got a call from a concerned mother after her son, 22-year-old Shon Robinson, grabbed a .22 rifle that the family kept in the house and started shooting up the walls, windows, doors, and anything else he could set his targets on.
What was the cause for the Dirty Harry impression? Mom wouldn't let him use the car.
59-year-old John Hyduk is one of the best writers in Cleveland. We know this both because his work, which has appeared in numerous publications over time, is damn good and because plenty of folks vouch for his talent.
But he doesn't write for a living. Instead, he works at a loading dock for a beverage distribution company. In this month's Esquire, Hyduk writes about his job. The hours. The workers. The blue-collar life. It's mesmerizing, beautiful, haunting, and sweet. Here's a short excerpt from "The Loading Dock Manifesto: Notes from one of the best writers in Cleveland on how he makes a living," but be sure to read the whole thing for yourself.
I grew up in a blue-collar Cleveland neighborhood, a little bit of Old Europe transplanted onto a bend of the Cuyahoga River. The men — Poles, Slovaks, Czechs, Ukies, Hungarians — were scrappers and needed to be. Their wives stayed home, had gardens and babies, and could see the future in the bottoms of teacups.
I never needed a fortune-teller to see mine. It came shuffling past our porch every evening at 5:25, toting a lunch pail. At eighteen you were swallowed by the python and made your way through the beast like a lump. At the other end was a mill pension, casino trips on a bus charter twice a year, and church bingo every Wednesday.
At sixteen I lucked into a summer job on the railroad, which was like being plucked from homeroom to ride with the Dalton Gang. My coworkers gnawed fist-sized plugs of Red Man, worked like demons, and cussed like Baptists, apologetically but expertly. I hauled the cutting torch and handed out tools. Fire, iron, cussing — I was hooked.