Extreme dating uncencored
It’s a dismal May morning in the City of Angels—closer to Heat’s icy-blue hellscape than the sun-soaked playground of Entourage—and the pall cast over the nation’s yoga and Botox capital has extended to the hallways of ESPN. I love Bill, there’s no secret about that, and wherever he ends up I hope it’s awesome.Earlier that day, the news broke that the self-anointed “Worldwide Leader in Sports” had decided to part ways with its resident rabble-rouser, Bill Simmons, closing the door on a rocky 15-year relationship. to profile Simmons’s ESPN compadre, Michelle Beadle, who shakes her head despondently when I bring up the Simmons situation. Whenever things like this happen, I always think it’s down to money.
Yes, she’s outspoken on Sports Nation, but on Twitter, she’s completely, amusingly unfettered, dishing on everything from Caitlyn Jenner solidarity to her desire to be BFFs with Amy Schumer.“It’s so funny to observe how differently people use The Twitter,” she says. I just tweet whatever’s in my brain, and try no to do it all the time, because otherwise I’d get fired in a week. I could do it on the show, but I share that with two other people.
The Twitter is just mine—and mine alone.”“They come up with the most ridiculous analogies,” Beadle says.
There are great hockey stories in the NHL—great-looking men with great stories and families, and we don’t sell that.
So, here’s this sport that nobody’s watching and nobody’s selling its stars.
The 39-year-old co-host of Sports Nation has ripped into Kim Kardashian over her bodacious, headline-grabbing Paper magazine cover (“giant, greasy poo-maker,” she called it), makes a hilarious crack to me about Jon Hamm’s “giant wiener,” and was, like Simmons before her, reprimanded by the corporate brass at ESPN over a series of tweets she’d made last July excoriating colleague Stephen A. I will get even one day,” she adds, before unleashing a fake-ghoulish laugh. Andrews showdown between the network’s two fetching blondes. “There were people I thought were on my side who screwed me over.
Smith over his boneheaded comments in defense of noted woman-beater (and NFL star) Ray Rice, insinuating that after she was uppercut in an elevator, which was all caught on camera, his then-fiancée Janay had somehow “provoked” the pummeling.“I’m not a reporter, so I get to say whatever—and then I’ll get called into the office. Coincidentally—or not—just a couple months earlier, the word had spread that Beadle gave a frank interview as part of ESPN’s oral history, admitting to watching the infamous peephole video featuring a nude Erin Andrews. “We do totally different things, but they turned it into a catfighting thing,” Beadle recalls. People make promises that don’t come true, and there’s pettiness.
I’ve been called a racist more in the last year than I think any time in my life,” she says.
“Between Ray Rice and Floyd Mayweather, apparently my goal in life is to ‘bring down the black athlete.’ Really? Those guys could have been purple, or yellow, or red, I don’t care.
“The weirdest thing about coming back was that I thought I was admitting to failure—and I still get assholes telling me that I ‘couldn’t make it.’ Yeah, it didn’t work, but I’m happy to be back, living in L.
A., and getting to do more things.” The great equalizer for Beadle—and the forum that’s really let her personality shine—is Twitter.
What I wish is that the good guys in the league would start to speak up more.