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We have no idea why this video is hilarious and mesmerizing, but, you know, it is. (Via AaronGleeman.com]

Time To Bust A Move With The West Virginia Power

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Time to check in on the world of minor league baseball with Rick Chandler’s Minor Enterprise!

As the minor league baseball season winds down to its final days, leave it to the West Virginia Power to bring the heat one last time. The team has already given us so much this year — Tribute to Indoor Plumbing Night; the World’s Tiniest Elvis; Salute to Cheese — but it still has one great gift to bestow.

Get on down to Appalachian Power Park tonight for a spectacular “Tribute to ’80s Rap” celebration. You will not be disappointed.

Too young to remember the cultural significance of Too Short, 2 Live Crew or the Sugar Hill Gang? Never done the Wild Thing or the Humpty Dance? It’s hard to believe that there is a segment of the population who has never donned a nylon track suit and crossed their arms to the great Run DMC’s You Be Illin’. Salt n Pepa. Whodini. Public Enemy. Tonight’s game against the Lexington Legend features all of these hip-hop pioneers and more, samples of their body of work lovingly played over the public address system and featured on the scoreboard. For God’s sake, they’ll probably play DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince! The Fresh Prince! You missed Thursday’s World’s Fastest Fat Man Race, do not miss this. (Ed. Note: We want some Rob Base. Badly.)

More great promotions after the jump.

• Win Justin Blaine’s Car. Wednesday, Aug. 29. Lakewood BlueClaws (Class-A South Atlantic League). On Wednesday one lucky fan drove away with Lakewood pitcher Justin Blaine’s car; a beige Geo Metro, according to Benjamin Hill. Blaine’s summer ride for the past two years, which he dubbed White Lightning, was donated by the pitcher to the BlueClaws to give away that night. “I had a lot of great times in ‘White Lightning,’” Blaine said. “I hope one of our great and loyal fans can get half as much out of the car as I did.” The car was autographed by the entire BlueClaws team, and of course will soon appear on eBay.

• Free Hot Air Balloon Ride Over The Ozarks. Monday, Sept. 3. Springfield Cardinals (Class-AA Texas League). A chance to win a hot air balloon ride over the southern half of Missouri, an extensive portion of north central Arkansas and areas of Kansas and northeastern Oklahoma? You cannot sign me up fast enough.

• Best New Franchise. The Leigh Valley Ironpigs (Class-AAA, International League) will open their doors on April 11, 2008. The Philadelphia Phillies affiliate, now operating as the Ottawa Lynx, will play their home games at Coca-Cola Park in Allentown, Pa. And in a minor league first, the Ironpigs will have all of their home games televised. Now, this is how to name a team. I’ve already ordered the hat.

• Bobblehead Of The Moment. Tim Russert Bobblehead Giveaway. Buffalo Bisons (Class-AAA International League). It was Russert Day at Dunn Tire Park as the first 4,000 fans received the likeness of the Meet the Press pundit, who is a native of Buffalo. This happened a while ago, but I enjoy the concept too much to let it go unnoticed. (Head not to scale).

That’s it for Minor Enterprise for this season (unless of course Jose Offerman beats an Arby’s employee senseless with a bat). Thanks for playing!

NFL Season Preview: San Diego Chargers

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Believe it or not, folks, the NFL season is much closer than you can possibly imagine. So close, in fact, that, if we’re going to fit in every NFL team preview by the start of the season, we have to go this early. So there you have it.

Last year, we asked some of our favorite writers to opine why Their Favorite Team Was Better Than Yours. Ultimately, we found this constrictive, and it also might have killed James Frey. So this time, we’ve just asked them to just run free, talk about their team, their experience as a fan, their hopes, their dreams, their desires for oral sex. All our teams are now assigned; if you sent us an email and we didn’t get back to you, we’re sorry, and we accept your scorn. But today: San Diego Chargers.

Your author is The Mighty MJD, retired Deadspin weekend editor and current author of The Debriefing. His words are after the jump.

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I hate looking at Norv Turner’s face. I know it’s not a particularly pleasurable experience for anyone, but for a Chargers fan … it causes actual physical pain. My chest hurts when I look at his goddamn face.

Norv’s face should be the international symbol for “we are about to lose.” I’m not looking for sympathy. In fact, in a way, Norv’s presence makes things easier … had Marty Schottenheimer been around for another year, there would have been the tension of wondering if this was the year Marty could finally pull his head out of his ass in the postseason.

The odds pointed against it, sure, but if you give any loser enough chances, they usually eventually break through. Don Shula, John Elway, Peyton Manning … all former chokers, all eventual champions. Maybe Marty would’ve joined that group.

Norv, I’m pretty sure, will never belong to any group that could be described with the word “champion.” Marty, he was at least a respected football guy. At least on some level, he knew what he was doing as a head coach. He belonged on the stage. Norv, however … not only does he not belong on the stage, I’m not sure he belongs backstage, giving free handjobs to the guys who do belong.

And you know the worst thing about him? Norv’s the kind of heartless son of a bitch who will make you forget his shortcomings for a long time, and then boom, he’ll suddenly drop the hammer. I can’t deny that I’ve been excited about the way the starting unit has looked in the preseason … even though I know my optimism will be fruitless because he’s Norv, it doesn’t mean I can just turn it off.

And I fucking knew this would happen. I saw it coming. I knew that he’d have Philip Rivers looking fantastic, and that we’d move the ball and score some points, and things would be dandy until some crucial point in the regular season, where everything would go brokedick simply because Norv’s on the sideline’s being Norv. I swore that I wouldn’t be seduced by this meaningless preseason masturbation … but it happened. I am helpless to it.

Oh, the Norv hire works out great for everyone else … LaDainian Tomlinson, Phil Rivers and Antonio Gates (consider drafting Vincent Jackson, too) should all have pretty decent fantasy seasons for you. The Chargers will put points on the board and will probably rack up a pretty good regular season record … but somewhere along the line, Norv will see his opportunity to drag them down, and he will take it.

As for the actual nuts and bolts of the Chargers, and what kinds of changes you can expect … there’s not much, really. Despite an entire coaching staff turnover, the same systems remain in place on offense and on defense. The biggest change in personnel is at outside linebacker, where the Chargers substitute ‘roided-out-of-his-mind Shawne Merriman to possibly-clean Shawne Merriman. An obvious and significant downgrade there. Hopefully, someone with a better masking agent has picked up his steroid slack.

Oh, and there are new uniforms. Forgive my bias, but these things are snazzy enough for Prince to wear on stage. The helmets are white, and all our little lightning bolts have a line of powder blue trim inside the dark blue trim. There’s an all-new font for the jersey numbers and names, too … I’m excited about it, and I don’t care if that makes me gay.

The Chargers won’t go 14-2 again … the schedule is a little tougher this year, and it looks like the secondary is still going to be a bit of a problem. Something in the 10-6 or 11-5 range is more likely, followed by a Norv-engineered early playoff collapse.

(By the way, I miss you motherfuckers. I miss cursing, too.)

Matt Leinart Will Not Kill Your Dog

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We saw this on a newsstand a couple of weeks ago, but we didn’t think to get an image capture of it. Thankfully, someone did, and it’s proof that Matt Leinart has hit the big time: He’s on the cover of Animal Fair magazine. High quality photos too!

Actually, it’s a story that apparently shows that not all lefthanded quarterbacks like to electrocute puppies.

The magazine asked Leinart what breed of dog would make the perfect woman. “It can’t be a poodle because those dogs look too high maintenance,” he said, shooting down all those Paris Hilton rumors once again. “It would have to be a golden retriever. They’re pretty easy to get along with.”

Plus, you know, their litters are smaller.

Dog PR Time: Athletes Love Their Dogs [Jen’s Free Throws]

Fancy Handbags, And Face Paint

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As we’ve mentioned before, we find the whole “hey, ladies, you can like sports TOO!” thing to be rather silly. It seems like pandering, and they always have this subtext of, “So now you can understand what you’re husband’s talking about, and therefore leave him alone!” But that said, we are amused by what the Baltimore Ravens are doing.

They introduce “Purple: Just For Women.” It’s not a deodorant, or a fragrance, or even a hygiene product. It’s just a club. But an awesome one.

There is also an exclusive, $250-a-year club for the 200 most diehard of female fans. “Purple” has the gentle soothing overtones of a feminine beauty product; the “Lavender Ladies” conjure up a roller derby squad. But it’s strictly a class group, and so in addition to private autograph sessions and a special day at training camp, the Ladies will receive gifts like wine glasses and high-end handbags.

Frankly, we’re not so sure there’s such a thing as a high-end handbag with the Baltimore Ravens logo on it. But we’re not an expert. Really.

Broom For One More

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Sentence from the AP story on Philadelphia’s 11-10 win over the Mets on Thursday: Fans chanted “Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!'’ as they left the ballpark. One man held a broom he sneaked in. What kind of a world is it where a Philadelphia sports fan has to sneak a broom into Citizen’s Bank? After winning four straight over the Mets to climb right back into the NL East race, the Phillies should be handing out #### brooms to the first 20,000 adult fans who enter the stadium, with miniature brooms for the kids and a wacky broom mascot entertaining the fans betwen innings with his charming broom-like antics.

One of the most monumental sweeps in Phillies history, and there’s one freaking broom on the premises? That sickens me. Hey Bob Watson, instead of bothering Terry Francona during the game about wearing a uniform top, maybe you should haul your ass over to the more compelling race and actually make yourself useful by handing out brooms. And not the flimsy nylon jobs as shown here, but the stiff bristle kind, like witches ride. Philadelphia deserves the best.

• All Lathered Up For A September Division Race. That’s what we’re talking about: Several lead changes, dramatic homers, relief screwups. The Mets-Phillies game on Thursday was all of these and more. Chase Utley ended the four-hour marathon with a run-scoring single off of Billy Wagner in the ninth to provide the win and a four-game sweep, drawing the Phillies to within two games of the first-place Mets. Pat Burrell homered twice and Ryan Howard and Aaron Rowand also homered for the Phils, who gagged a 5-0 lead. David Wright was 3-for-4 with a double and Endy Chavez had a double and two RBI for the Mets.

• More Sweepage Involving New York. Chien-Ming Wang took a no-hitter into the seventh inning, the Yankees prevailing over Boston 5-0. Robinson Cano homered off of Curt Schilling, and Boston manager Terry Francona and Yankees rookie pitcher Joba Chamberlain were ejected; the latter for throwing a pair of pitches over Kevin Youkilis’ head. New York is five back of the Red Sox in the AL East, and one game up on the second-place Mariners in the wild card race. Perhaps it was all retribution for this photo.

• Racing Arizona. Rookie Mark Reynolds had five RBI as the Diamondbacks held on for an 8-7 win over San Diego, moving past the Padres into first place in the NL West.

• I Dream In Ivy. Matt Murton and Alfonso Soriano had back-to-back homers with two out in the sixth, Chicago beating the Brewers to go up 2 1/2 games on Milwaukee atop the NL Central. The Astros beat the Cardinals 2-1.

• All The Little Chicks With The Crimson Lips Say Cleveland Walks! Seattle reliever Rick White walked Kenny Lofton to force home the winning run as the Indians beat the Mariners 6-5, their sixth straight win.

NFL Season Preview: Arizona Cardinals

Continue Reading August 30th, 2007

Your author is Will Leitch, the editor of Deadspin. His words are after the jump.

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So here’s something strange: I’ve never been to the state of Arizona.

This is strange not because I am unable to travel; there are scores of states I’ve never been to, ranging from Maine to Utah to Alabama. This is strange because I’ve met several people from Arizona, most of whom sports fans, and not a single one of them likes the Arizona Cardinals. They are from Arizona, and root for the Cowboys, or the 49ers, or even (gasp) the Jets. I have never been to Arizona, and every NFL Sunday, I’m the lonely guy in the back of the bar, watching the tiny television, grimacing as the Raiders eke out an 11-6 victory in which the teams combine for five field goals and a safety.

I’ve already explained why I wrote for a team that plays in a state I’ve never visited, so there’s no use rehashing it here. But it seems odd to cheer so passionately for a team entirely from afar. I don’t know what it’s like to actually attend an Arizona Cardinals game. I don’t know who the dopey local sponsors are. I don’t know what kind of halftime shows they have. I don’t even know who the radio broadcasters are.

Compare this, if you will, to being a St. Louis Cardinals fan. One of the things I love about being a St. Louis fan is how much like home Busch Stadium always feels. It’s such a warm, Cardinals-centric environment that I’m honestly surprised when they lose. It seems like 50,000 people just united and welcoming. The game itself feels housed in this palpable biodome of Cardinals Land; you can tell the difference the minute you walk in the stadium. When I think of the Cardinals, I think of that Busch feeling as much as I think of the team itself.

I have no idea what this is like in Arizona. I know every player on the team, I know the depth chart, I know the coaches’ tendencies, I even know how many different running backs Marcel Shipp has backed up. (Four: Thomas Jones, J.J. Arrington, Emmitt Smith and Edgerrin James. Despite being the backup, he has led the Buzzsaw in rushing three of the last four years. Sigh.) I obsess about this team, yet, in a way, I don’t know them at all.

So I decided to try to fix that. I mentioned once on the site that I didn’t even know any Arizona Cardinals fans, and beckoned any that existed and read the site to email me. Shockingly, a few emails actually trickled in. One of whom, who wishes to remain anonymous because he has a real job, emails us regularly about all matters Buzzsaw. He goes to “seven or eight games a year. I usually skip one of the preseason games because everyone who can leaves Phoenix in August, and then I sell or give away my tickets for December games if they don’t mean anything. Which is every year. I’ve had season tickets myself for four years, but I’ve been going to games since the beginning. When they came to town I was ten years old. My Dad got season tickets, and we went to every game together until 1994. My dad didn’t like new coach Buddy Ryan’s attitude, and canceled the tickets when they hired him. From 94 to 02 I’d go to about 2-3 games a year. I got season tickets in 03.”

So the guy’s a real, loyal, season-ticket holding fan. I wanted to know what it’s really like there. So I asked him.

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Are there really more fans of the opposing team than of the Buzzsaw at the games? It looks that way on TV.

Yeah, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. The new stadium has changed things quite a bit in that department. Obviously, going from 23,000 fans a game to 60,000 fans makes a big difference. There are still visiting teams that are well represented — last year’s Cowboys and Bears games come to mind, as well as the Steelers preseason game — but I think those are just teams that travel well.

Gone are the days where you could go to the stadium on Sunday and get lower-bowl, sideline seats from the ticket window. For now, the Cards fans in the new stadium greatly outnumber opposing fans. Once the novelty of the new stadium wears off, and if the team continues to have double-digit losing seasons, season ticket sales will tumble and I imagine it might go right back to the way it was at Sun Devil Stadium.

So that’s changed a bit. But the thing that still kills me is that visiting fans never, ever get harassed by people here in Arizona. I’ve been to other stadiums where you wouldn’t dare wear the opposing team’s colors, much less a jersey and some sort of headwear. I know this isn’t Philly or something, but Jesus, can someone at least have a smart comeback to the screaming, mulleted Cowboys fan in the Bill Bates jersey?

At Sun Devil, there were times where the visiting teams’ fans outnumbered Cardinals fans. The Cardinals would get overwhelmingly booed during introductions. When the cards were in the NFC East, and the cowboys came to town every year, the games would be near-sellouts with 75 percent Cowboys fans. Which makes sense, considering that Arizona was Cowboys country before the Cardinals came along.

The demographics here are a factor … just about everyone (except me) is from somewhere else. So like you, Will, they don’t lose their team allegiances. So there are always smatterings of locals who will come out and cheer on random teams like Jacksonville.

I can’t believe I root for a team that was booed at home during player introductions. Is there a good vibe there? Does the team get a sense that the locals have their back?

True story. I went to the first home preseason game against the Texans this year. The Cardinals have a new pregame feature, the “keys to the game,” a bullet-point list of things the Cards must do to control and/or win the game. It’s displayed on the scoreboard and spoken by the PA announcer at full volume. It is done after team introductions, while both the Cards and their opponents are on the field.

It’s a fine enough idea, getting the very casual Arizona fans at least mildly interested in the game. The problem is, all of the “keys to the game” were written in the negative.

For example:
“Don’t let the other team score first,” instead of “Score first.”
“No turnovers” instead of “Control the ball.”
That sort of thing.

So the players are standing out there, after all the anthems, introductions, fireworks, etc., and some douche PA announcer is telling them about all the things that could go wrong. Really gets a team fired up.

The starting defense promptly gave up a touchdown on an 85 yard drive, after a turnover on downs.

Sitting there, I realized this was the essence of being an Arizona Cardinals fan.

Are there wacky little local promotions that they have? Who’s the local fan favorite that everybody loves? And what’s the jersey most Buzzsaw fans wear?

Wacky promotions: They have the typical stuff at the games…the mascot shooting t-shirts out of a cannon, the randomly chosen fan who gets to try and throw a ball through a hoop, etc. Nothing really comes to mind about the things they do around town, which is probably because they don’t do a whole lot of promotion around town. Promotions involve spending money, young man, and we can’t have that (even while we were $10 million plus under the cap last year). Come to think of it, the prizes for their on-field promotions always suck … like 5,000 frequent flyer miles or something.

Back when they were only selling 23,000 tickets a game, they came up with a different marketing slogan each year to try and drum up ticket sales. A couple years ago the slogan was “It’s time to see red!” So they appreciate irony.

Fan favorite: I don’t think a true fan favorite has emerged, but Leinart probably gets the most press. The local news always covers his various exploits around town. He’s in a couple of low-budget local commercials. One of them captures the general apathy toward the Cardinals: Leinart’s using a local credit union’s card to make a purchase at a convenience store. The clerk doesn’t believe he’s Matt Leinart, so the clerk puts shoe polish under Leinart’s eyes, like eye black, and then recognizes him. Leinart then asks for a “Cardinals discount.” The clerk says, “nah, I’m really more of a Broncos fan.” The Cardinals’ starting QB gets disrespected in his own commercial. That about sums it up.

If there was a random role player who has become a fan favorite, in the Kurt Rambis or Craig Counsell mold, it would probably be Deuce Lutui. They always have him out doing local promotions and Public Service Announcements. (”Hi, this is Deuce Lutui for recycling…”) That guy just looks jolly.

Jersey: At the games, the jersey you see the most is probably Pat Tillman. Fuckin’ A right. A close second would be morbidly obese white guys looking sleek in Boldin and Fitzgerald jerseys. There are also a number of young ladies with bleached blond hair wearing light pink form-fitting Leinart jerseys, which may also be color of Leinart’s actual “no-hit” training camp jersey. Seriously, the rising sentiment here is that the guy is kind of a douche. But I digress. Edge has some fans, and Neil Rackers also gets a lot of love. Only occasionally will you see a jersey that pre-dates 2005 (other than Tillman), but you know those are the “hardcore” fans. Plummer jerseys are here and there, and the occasional jersey of obscure former players (I’m looking at you, guy in the Timm “two m’s” Rosenbaugh jersey) from the “Phoenix” Cardinals era.

You know, you’ve brought up a good point about Leinart: I just can’t shake this feeling that the franchise savior is a complete douchebag. That’s a terrifying feeling.

OK, so here’s what I REALLY want to know: If the Buzzsaw went crazy and won the Super Bowl this year, I’d run down Henry Street here in Brooklyn naked, screaming about the Buzzsaw. It would be a breakthrough moment; I’ve always said that being a Buzzsaw fan, and watching all the horrible losses, will be worth it when they finally win it all. I will have earned it.

Will the town have that sense? Are there long-suffering fans like you and me who will cry in the streets? Or is it gonna be the Pink Hat Red Sox syndrome? (Or Pink Taco, if you will.) Paint a picture for me of what happens there if the Buzzsaw actually, you know, gets good.

Leinart: This could just be the tip of the douche-berg. Right now he just faintly smells of vinegar. But there seems to be a growing number of fans who think he’s going to waste a lot of potential by trying to be a legend in his own mind. There’s that rumor about him firing his representation because he was upset Super Bowl champion Peyton Manning hosted SNL and not him … he values notoriety over on-field success. He showed up flat-footed at camp this year, after a well-documented off season of partying. And Travis Henry aside, I think he’s way too casual about the whole baby out of wedlock thing; local news caught him in a lie about how “involved” he was with the kid, simply by talking to the mother and her family. I am glad we have him, but part of me thinks, in the long run, we might have been better off with the double-chinned, stoned-looking, staying-home-and-eating-a-bag-of-Funyuns style of Jay Cutler.

Super Bowl: People will go crazy here, but unfortunately in the Pink Hat Red Sox way. Phoenix is a very “new” city. The population has grown exponentially over the years. There are very, very few longstanding traditions here. This holds true for local sports; with the possible exception of the Suns, the “fans” are extremely fair weather. For example, when the Diamondbacks won the Series in 2001, the whole town went crazy. Everyone was a D-Backs fan. Three years later, when they lost 111 games, the BOB was an absolute ghost town. Fans are only recently starting to get mildly interested, but just because the team is playing well. It will be the same way with the Cardinals: if they win, everyone in town will talk about how big of a Cardinals fan they are, and how they have always been fans. But three years ago they had 20,000 fans at their games. Where were you then, Mr. Number One Fan?

On the bright side, if the Cardinals win the Super Bowl, at least there won’t be any goddamned Bob Costas human interest stories about Jimmy Patrick O’Flannery, the 94 year old blind barber who’s worked across the street from the Pink Taco for 82 years, and this is his beloved team’s first championship. God I hated that in ‘04.

If they win, I too will run naked down Camelback Road. And like you, I will feel like I would have earned it.

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You know what? I think I’m better of just enjoying the Buzzsaw from afar. I could lament that my celebration when they actually succeed will be a lonely one, but it will be mine, and unsullied by the Pink Hat Pink Taco fans.

Fortunately, it’ll never happen, so I’ll never need to worry about it.

Andy Reid’s Kids Are Not Holding Up The Family Name Very Well

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If you think that Eagles fans are annoyed at Andy Reid’s sons, consider my position as a diehard Green Hornet supporter. Britt Reid, of course, is Andy Reid’s drug-enjoying, car-wrecking son … but that’s also the name of the Green Hornet’s alter ego, newspaper publisher Britt Reid. Imagine my chagrin: One Britt Reid on the side of truth and justice, the other who uses his quasi-celebrity powers for evil. But 2007 Britt Reid has not only sullied the name of the Green Hornet; the famous family tree goes back even farther than that.

As has been chronicled in their early radio broadcasts, respective television shows and by other sources, Britt Reid (the Green Hornet) is the grand nephew of John Reid, who was the Lone Ranger. And there have been, in fact, a bunch of different Reids who have donned the Green Hornet mask … making this latest Britt Reid a real family screwup indeed. I’ve put together a handy timeline so that you can keep it all straight.

• Sept. 14, 1850: John Reid is born.

• July 7, 1860: John Reid saves Tonto’s life from a band of outlaw raiders. The same raiders go on to kill Reid’s parents and burn their ranch.

• August 3, 1872: Dan Reid Jr., son of John’s brother, is born.

• New Year’s Day, 1874: Captain Dan Reid and his Ranger troop, accompanied by John, pursue the Cavendish gang. Unfortunately, they are led into an ambush at the bottom of Bryant’s Gap where they are all gunned down.

• January 2, 1874: Tonto finds the rangers and nurses John, the only survivor, back to health, and tells him “…others dead, you lone ranger now.”

• April 10, 1899: Dan Reid, Jr. inherits a silver mine from John and moves to Detroit, where he founds the Daily Sentinel newspaper.

• April 27, 1906: Britt Reid, son of Dan Reid, Jr., and great nephew of the Lone Ranger, is born.

• March 19, 1958: Andy Reid is born in Los Angeles.

• 1966: Britt Reid’s nephew, Britt Reid II, becomes the second Green Hornet and Ikano Kato’s son Hayashi becomes the new Kato.

• 1984: Garrett Reid (Andy Reid’s first son) is born.

• 1986: Alan Reid, nephew of Britt Reid II, becomes the third Green Hornet and Hayashi Kato returns to work as his partner. Alan is killed on his first mission and Kato blames himself.

• 1986: Britt Reid (Andy Reid’s second son) is born.

• 1989: Britt Reid, the first Green Hornet, is killed. Paul Reid, brother of Alan, becomes the fourth Green Hornet. Mishi Kato, half-sister of Hayashi and daughter of Ikano, becomes the new Kato.

• Jan, 11, 1999: Andy Reid is named head coach of the Philadelphia Eagles.

Oh, if only 2007 Britt Reid had taken the Lone Ranger Deputy Pledge when he was a youngster. Michael Vick too, for that matter.

Masked Men: A Chronology Of The Lone Ranger And The Green Hornet
The Wold Newton Universe
Andy Reid’s Rugrats Are A Terror Behind The Wheel [Deadspin]
Andy Reid’s Son Is Facing New Drug, DUI Charges [USA Today]