Showing posts with label Kordell Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kordell Stewart. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2013

Bill Cowher's in love! And appearing in weird music video!


I find it commendable when people are able to resist commenting on the love lives of celebrity strangers. We’d all be better off if such pointless, petty gossip were reduced.

And if you agree with me then I suggest you stop reading right now, because I’m about to wallow in it.

I can’t help myself.

Bill Cowher and Queen V are in love!

Never heard of either of them? Well, you’re more likely to have heard of Cowher.

He was from 1992-2007 the coach of the Pittsburgh Steelers and is today a studio analyst on the CBS Sunday chucklefest known as “The NFL Today.”

Many Steeler fans revere Cowher, 56, for having won a Super Bowl in 2006. 

On the flip side, many do not. 

I am among the latter.

First of all, one Super Bowl win over 15 years in Pittsburgh qualifies as an embarrassing drought. If Cowher had coached for any owners other than the Rooneys he’d have been fired four times.

His tenure was marked by arrogance, flying spit, off-field drama and big-game defeat. 

I’ll not bore non-football fans with the minutia, but I will give you one telling example: In 1996, Cowher declared Jim Miller would be his starting quarterback over veteran Mike Tomczak and Kordell Stewart. Come thick or thin, he’d stick with Miller.

And, indeed, he did. For two.

Two quarters!

He pulled Miller in the first half of his first game, igniting a virulent quarterback controversy that never really ended until 2004 when the Steelers -- over Cowher’s objections -- drafted Ben Roethlisberger.

So I was glad to see him go. 

And I could forgive him for being petulant, mean and arrogant as long as he was no longer in my face.

Then in 2009, Cowher did something that to me is unforgivable.

He turned on Pittsburgh.

The Penguins were playing the Carolina Hurricanes in the pro hockey playoff semifinals in Charlotte, not far from Raleigh where Cowher and his family resided for all of two years.

Pittsburgh born and bred, Cowher rooted for the Hurricanes.

No big deal, you might say, and you’d be right. It’s not a hanging offense.

What is a hanging offense is to wear Carolina Hurricane colors, step into the spotlight and be the team’s most visible cheerleader by winding up the team’s stupid hurricane rally siren.

His inability to win the big game extended to the Hurricanes, by the way. The Pens swept Cowher’s darlings and went on to win the franchise’s third Stanley Cup.

The Pens win did nothing to stem the disdain he’d earned. How dare he?

You can leave Pittsburgh for relocation purposes, sure, but the etiquette if you do is you are honor-bound to open a Pittsburgh-themed sports bar that features pictures of Pittsburgh heroes on the walls and sandwiches topped with fries and coleslaw on the menu.

Cowher’s betrayal turned him from someone to be ignored into someone to be loathed.

So my ears perked up the other night when a friend who knows Cowher said the coach was doing things that might risk ridicule.

He said Cowher was about to marry a heavy metal rock babe and is starring in her videos. And, indeed, he is. 

Do watch the video. It is perfectly bizarre. The highlight is watching Cowher play the role of heroic Medieval he-man, albeit a Medieval he-man wearing lavish amounts of eye liner.

Cowher’s wife, Kaye, died in 2010 of skin cancer. She was 54.

So if true, Cowher will be matrimonially linked to two woman whose names are pronounced like two of the 26 alphabetical letters.

Being so fond of North Carolina, I can only guess he had an affinity for Sheriff Taylor’s Aunt Bee.

Who’s Queen V? Well, her website boasts she opened for Twisted Sister in 2003 or about 15 years after that had even a shred of cultural relevance.

She seems coy about her background, the origin of her name and whether or not she is truly of regal stock.

Being familiar with rock promotion, I suspect the V is a subliminal message designed to get music lovers to think of female reproductive organs, the theory being that horny young hipsters will say, “Hey, let’s head down to The Palace and maybe we’ll get to see a big vagina. Rock on!”

I hope I’m being overly-cynical, but the coupling whiffs of craven opportunism.

Cowher sees the Queen V as someone he thinks will help him appear cool, and more and more that seems like his every motivational goal.

As for her, I can only imagine she’s attracted to his money and the opportunity to raise her celebrity profile, which makes more sense than being attracted to his appearance and personality.

If that’s the case, I think it’s bound to backfire. In fact, it seems to me to damage the rock cred of anyone who truly cares about music.

You didn’t see Joan Jett dating Marv Levy.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope these two individuals are truly in love and wedded bliss awaits.

If that’s the case, then I expect one day he’ll change his name and the pair will live in harmony as Queen V and King P.

And that’ll be perfect.

I’ve always suspected Cowher was a royal prick.



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Thursday, September 27, 2012

The gayest sports figure in Pittsburgh history


When I heard a famous Pittsburgh sports figure was announcing he was gay I thought, man, I hope it’s Joe Greene.

He’s maybe the most iconic Steeler ever. I like it when anyone reveals something surprising about themselves that causes us to take a fresh look at them and, by extension, ourselves and how we perceive others.

Mean Joe Greene being Gay Joe Greene would demolish so many stereotypes and I’d love that.

It’s been about a week since former Pirate owner Kevin McClatchy revealed to the New York Times he is gay, an announcement that makes him, I think, the first gay person ever associated with professional baseball.

Pro sports are maybe our greatest statistical anomaly. If, as some studies indicate, about 10 percent of the population is homosexual it’s incredible that no one gay has ever swung a bat or dashed onto a football field.

It’s logical to assume at least a few of our most manly of men are gay, but are shy about sharing the news with teammates and fans.

That might be because they perceive other athletes and many meat-headed fans are what is commonly referred to as homophobic, a term that always reminds me of actor Morgan Freeman who said, “I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You are not scared. You are an asshole.”

This is evident to anyone who’s ever attended a professional football game, as I’ve done maybe about 250 times over the past 40 years.

It can be vicious.

If you listened to disgruntled fans, you’d think everyone not performing well is either gay or really, really gay.

A soft defensive back who gets run over is queer. A quarterback who throws too many interceptions is a faggot. The refs? Whistles aren’t the only things they blow.

That means the gayest guy to ever play football in Pittsburgh is, by far, Kordell Stewart.

To me, his tenure from 1995-2002 represents the most disgraceful era in Steeler history.

Drafted second out of Colorado State, he electrified the NFL by playing a hybrid quarterback/jiffy back/wide receiver role that earned him the nickname Slash. One of the most gifted athletes to ever play the game, he could do it all. 

Then the Steelers made an historic personnel mistake. They made the quarterback the quarterback.

And Kordell Stewart is black, the first black to play in Pittsburgh’s most high profile position in more than 20 years.

The 2001 AFC offensive player of the year, he twice led the team to the AFC Championship Game, but was blamed for both losses.

I contend coach Bill Cowher ruined Stewart by taking one of the game’s most innovative and intuitive players and trying to make him conform to Cowher’s stupid system, which was better suited to slow white losers like Kent Graham, Jim Miller and Mike Tomczak.

Of course, that’s speculation. What is fact is that Stewart became the victim of the most vile rumor mongering I’ve ever witnessed.

Everyone knew someone who knew someone who knew a cop in Schenley Park who busted Stewart giving oral sex to some dude. It was reported he was caught wearing a dress propositioning an undercover cop right here in Latrobe.

In Latrobe! I live in Latrobe and if there’s 6-foot-1, 215-pound black man sashaying around in a frilly dress I’m going to know about it.

It got so bad Stewart felt compelled to address his teammates and tell them, it’s okay, I’m straight. You can trust me.

I guess it’s important to narcissistic athletes who think they’re so gorgeous a gay teammate will put them moves on them when they’re soaping up in the shower with dozens of men big and hairy enough to attract gay bears.

I remain appalled.

Today, Stewart is an occasional ESPN analyst -- is there a former athlete who isn’t? -- and is a married father living in Atlanta.

I guess he must be on some kind of gay sabbatical.

I wish him nothing but the very best.

Same for McClatchy.

He’s approaching 50 and said he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life living a lie. He should be congratulated for putting even this tiny crack in a dam that one day is bound to burst.

I hope the next Tebow to electrify the sports world is flamboyantly gay, a twinkle-toed prancer capable of throwing rainbow touchdowns for gridiron glory.

I hope he’s Muslim, too.

For me, the best thing about McClatchy revealing he’s gay is that he’s in a committed relationship with a fella he met through Rick Santorum, a man I believe to be utterly homophobic in the Morgan Freeman sense of the word.

And I’m glad I’m living in a time when describing someone as being homophobic is becoming worse than describing someone as being gay.


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