Requiem for a Nice Guy

Was kinda shocked to read the news that Chris Penn was found dead in his Santa Monica home yesterday at the tender age of 40 or 43. Until, that is, I saw the most recent picture of Penn wherein he's looking, well, let's call it "not quite the picture of health." His latest jawn, the now sort of eerily monickered The Darwin Awards, is set to be screened at Sundance. I've got an e-mail out to my Sundance correspondent, Andy Williams, to check on the mood.

Go gently into the night, Nice Guy Eddie.

Thanks for your years of service; please file this form to claim your gold watch. Also, the door swings shut quickly.

There will probably be lots of hand-wringing on both sides of this story wherein the Astros are attempting to avoid paying the bulk of the final year ($17 million) of Jeff Bagwell's contract because he's been hobbled and in decline for the last few years thanks in no small part to a shoulder condition for which he had capsular release surgery (right) performed. The ’Stros want Bagwell declared unable to perform or something like that so they can file an insurance claim that'll net them $15.6 million. Bagwell would need to retire for this to happen, something the Hall of Fame-bound slugger ain't having. Of course, this would be a pretty crummy way for the organization to part ways with a guy who's spent his entire major league career with it, but then again, $17 million is a high price to pay for sentiment, and since it's not a matter of screwing Bagwell out of his money, but a pre-agreed term of the contract, I say bravo to the Astros for making a prudent if unpopular business decision. That said, it seems unlikely that it'll work out well for anyone involved. Bagwell's no longer a $17 million a year player (and it's unlikely he ever will be again), but pride -- ooh, that pride, it gets you -- is driving him to prove he's fully recovered from last year's surgery. Conversely, the Astros $15.6 million would be better spent trying to convince another relic -- this one with a recent history of stellar performance -- to rejoin the squad. Stay tuned for ongoing coverage of this public relations debacle.

Man vs. beast

I'm at a loss here.

No they di'n't!

Yes, they did. The IBAF, the organizing body for international baseball, tells the World Baseball Classic it will not sanction the tournament unless Cuba is allowed to participate. Not sure whether the WBC really cares, but hey, IBAF, get down with your bad self.

Last Night a DJ saved my life... almost

This story is both awesome and sad. DJ Pete Price (at right) of Liverpool's Magic Radio 1548 abandoned his call-in show to rush to the aid of a caller who had mysteriously stopped talking during a debate. While the results were less uplifting than you'd hope, it's not the first time Petey's played the role of hero.

Et tu, Google?

I've been engaged in a love affair with Google for several years now. It all started when my friend, the famous Brett Burton, hipped me to the no-frills, results-centric engine some 7 or 8 years ago. I fell for the image search, swooned over Google News and waited anxiously for an invite to gmail (even though I consider my address to be something of a vanity thing — like the good towels — to be used for special occasions). I got a little suspicious when they started doing that personalize-your-home-page thing. I mean, displaying ads based on the text of the e-mails I was reading was, y'know, fun, but the thought that the big G! might be collecting information about me was a little disturbing... like discovering that your friend with the really good taste in music has a soft spot for Dave Matthews. And now this: rumors of Google Cube. If the G-peeps go into making machines (and yes, it's all rumor and conjecture at this point), will they become just another monolith?