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Don't Let A Player Go To Bed Hungry



                      [The Washington Times] [Sports]
                                 
         Published in Washington, D.C.     5am -- December 9, 1998
                             www.washtimes.com
   

                       OPINION
                       Don't let a player go to bed hungry
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                       By Tom Knott
                       THE WASHINGTON TIMES
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                       [W]hoa, baby.
                          The NBA players are taking their show to
                       Atlantic City, N.J., for an exhibition game,
                       and what a show it is expected to be.
                            Need a Dominique Wilkins fix?
                            The city of taffy, tackiness and Donald
                       Trump is the place to be.
                            Circle the date on your calendar: Dec. 19,
                       9 p.m.
                            Some matches are made in heaven. This one
                       was made by David Falk and Arn Tellem.
                            They insist they are innocent. They can't
                       help it if the exercise has the feel of a Don
                       King production.
                            Most of the proceeds from the game are
                       expected to go to the players' favorite
                       charity, which is themselves.
                            "If you look at people who play
                       professional sports, not a lot of them are
                       financially secure," Patrick Ewing says.
                            A seven-car garage will overextend a tight
                       budget every time.
                            The players have adopted a new slogan, and
                       it is this: "Will play contrived game for
                       food."
                            The players have their cardboard signs and
                       tin cups out. They want your spare change,
                       canned goods and second-hand clothing.
                            Every little bit helps.
                            And remember: It is the thought that
                       counts.
                            Your $1,000 for a courtside seat could be
                       the difference between a player spending the
                       Christmas holidays at home or in a homeless
                       shelter.
                            Farm-Aid. Live-Aid. Band-Aid. NBA-Aid.
                            Show your compassion, America.
                            If your 25 cents can feed just one player,
                       then it will be the best 25 cents you ever
                       spent.
                            "[The players] make a lot of money, and
                       they also spend a lot of money," Ewing says.
                            So whose problem is that?
                            "Me, I'm financially secure," Ewing says.
                            Then perhaps Ewing should make a check out
                       to God Shammgod.
                            Falk is probably living all right as well.
                       Perhaps he can donate a tiny fraction of his
                       income to the cause.
                            Michael Jordan probably sells enough Hanes
                       underwear to support each member of the union.
                       Is he reaching for his wallet? Is he handing
                       out free underwear to the union's hard-up
                       members? Why, he is not even planning to play
                       in the game.
                            Here's the message from the NBA players:
                       "We're hurting, America. Help us. We may earn a
                       zillion times more money than you, but our
                       overhead is a killer. We can't accept 52
                       percent of the gross revenue from the owners,
                       but we can accept your hard-earned dollars."
                            The players appear to be serious.
                            Their news conference did not come with a
                       laugh track.
                            They don't really want fans to attend the
                       game. They want suckers. They shouldn't call it
                       "The Game on Showtime." They should call it
                       "Sucker Appreciation Night."
                            If Showtime is smart, it won't show much
                       of the game. It will show the suckers at
                       courtside who paid $1,000 a pop.
                            The players are discovering that 58
                       percent of nothing does not stretch as far as
                       52 percent of $2 billion. It is tough to eat on
                       nothing.
                            As silly as the lockout has become,
                       America balks at seeing film clips of emaciated
                       players. Nothing would help the union's
                       position like a shot of a player with his ribs
                       showing and a bloated belly.
                            No player, in a country as plentiful as
                       ours, should have to go to bed on an empty
                       stomach.
                            But please, America, don't send money.
                       Send sacks of beans and rice. As Ewing points
                       out, the players are not financial geniuses.
                       They might spend the money on their cell-phone
                       bills.
                            In a related development, the NBA canceled
                       the All-Star Game yesterday. Next on the hit
                       list: what's left of the ever-shrinking season.
                            The season, if you're keeping count of
                       games lost at home, already has been destroyed.
                       Killing it, if it comes to that, will be an act
                       of mercy.
                            Dr. Jack Kevorkian and Mike Wallace, hang
                       loose. The NBA could be needing your services.
                            The players are not going to Disney World.
                       They are going to Atlantic City. You are under
                       no obligation to contribute to their
                       unemployment fund.
                            The players have financial problems. You
                       have financial problems.
                            They don't feel your economic pain. But
                       they expect you to feel theirs.
                            The nerve of them.

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