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I thought I’d seen and heard it all … But then I read this, and listened to the interview.  Ladies and Gentlemen, Louisiana State University is now a Micro-Brewery, that’s right, now instead of bringing your own beer to the tailgate, or mixing your own shine; you will now be able to experience Saturday in Death Valley full of LSU’s own home-brewed BEER, Name To Be Determined.

Just remember everyone, this is for educational purposes only, and not for the purpose of obtaining inebriation.For the record, I think that holding Collegiate classes in a Micro-Brewery is an Awesome yet Very Very Bad idea.

How many athletes will be allowed to register for Micro-Brewing 101 at a time? And in season?

UPDATED 7/22/11

Bloomberg Business Week weighs in 

The News Star gives their Nickles worth

Posted: Wednesday, 20 July 2011 3:21PM

LSU to brew & sell own brand of beer

Chris Miller Reporting

Given LSU’s reputation as a party school, it’s hard to believe this is a new thing, but the school this fall will begin selling its own line of beer, crafted by students, with the help of a Baton Rouge micro-brewery.

Tin Roof brewing owner William McGehee says the LSU-themed beer is brewed with Tiger tailgaters in mind.

“It’s going to be a light and crisp refreshing blond ale,” said McGehee.  “It’s hot down here at least nine months out of the year.”

Tin Roof Brewing Company owner William McGehee:

But the purpose of this pilsner, says McGehee, is not inebriation, but education.

“Some of the professors from the food science department are going to hold classes over at the brewery,” McGehee said.  “We just wanted to teach, I guess share, our passion for beer.”

McGehee says they will also offer internships for students wanting to learn more about the business.  There’s no official roll-out date yet, but plans are to get it on store shelves during football season.

Several LSU fans made suggestions for a name for the LSU beer on WWL Radio’s  Facebook page.

LSBrew, The Golden Beer from Tigerland, Tiger Bait, and Tiger Golden, were a few of the suggested brand names for the beer.


Here it is … By popular demand … The Concession Stand Brings you Federal Bungling 101

The Rocket Man has gone to Washington, and at least this time has escaped would be catastrophe … Roger Clemens has K’d the side with the Bases Loaded, Nobody Out, and The United States Justice Department at the Plate.

The Instructions were simple “Do not mention the hearsay testimony of Laura Pettitte”, yet the Prosecution  did that today on Day 2 of the Clemens perjury trial … not once but twice, and apparently in this courtroom they play 3-2 Catholic League Rules. Two strikes against his pitches were all U.S. District Judge Reggie Walton needed to grant a Defense motion to declare a Mistrial. This award of mistrial was granted on the belief of the Court that given the presence of this inadmissible evidence, that it would be nearly impossible for Roger “Rocket Man” Clemens to get a fair and just trial.

Regardless of how you feel about Roger Clemens, Steroids, Congress, MLB, and The Mitchell Report, this country is built on a belief system of laws which provide the accused the right to a fair and speedy trial by a jury of their peers. That unalienable right has been stripped from Clemens, the stripping of that right, not guilt or innocence, is why Roger Clemens will NEVER see the inside of a Prison Cell.

A hearing will be held in September to determine whether or not to grant a new trial, or to simply dismiss the case; either way, today was a Victory in Game 3 of the World Series with Team Clemens now up 3-0 in the Series with their Ace ready to come back for Game 4.





Reality can be denied no longer, there is material confirmation that Yankees Shortstop Derek Jeter is nothing more than an Attention Grabbing … Money Grubbing W#@re!!!

3,000 hits as a Major Leaguer is NOT about what shoes you have on in warm ups, what cleats you wear in the game, or when the merchandise and clothing commemorating your milestone will be on sale to the brainwashed masses.

3,000 hits is something that only 27 people have accomplished, and something NO Yankee has EVER done!!! Thus we have our answer as to why the Yankees caved and gave this washed up has-been a 3yr deal when a 1yr deal was a stretch to yield value. That answer is that the Yankees themselves are the Dark Masters of greed, and Derek Jeter is merely their Pawn/Apprentice. Don’t be fooled, the Yankees will have their share of $$$ from the merchandise when this happens, then they will sell you specs of dirt or grass; telling the public that the 3,000 hit ball touched those molecules of earth.

This isn’t a Milestone of Baseball history, this is the Day the Music Died, this is the day 3,000 hits will be forever cheapened … Thank You Derek Jeter … Thanks for taking this moment from us … DAMN YANKEES!!!

Derek Jeter’s ’3K’ shoes contain sentimental surprise

There is a lot of exposure to be gained from Derek Jeter’s(notes) run to 3,000 hits and Jordan Brand is among those set to clean up. Though the New York Yankees star has only reached 2,997 hits, the Nike-owned line has already introduced its new “DJ3K Collection,” which features a trainer shoe, a cleat and a special pair of batting gloves. It’s the 10th time that Jeter has inspired a featured shoe through Jordan Brand.

Jeter is expected to be wearing the special cleats starting with Thursday night’s game against the Tampa Bay and I have to admit that the whole collection looks pretty sharp. But its appeal to me goes past pure aesthetics because the designers have put in a few personal touches that go past a focus-grouped logo or something similar.

RelatedCan we start enjoying Jeter’s run to 3,000? Please?

For one, the trainers are maroon, a color that pays tribute to Jeter’s alma mater in Western Michigan, Kalamazoo Central High School.

For another, both pairs of shoes contain liners with a special printing — the “contract” that his father, Dr. Charles Jeter, wrote and had him sign on his first day of high school. The agreement between the future star and his parents laid out a personal code of conduct, 18 points that cover everything from grade expectations (“3.8 or above, 4.0 — extra reward”) to his dating life (“Respect girls/like you want to be respected”).

Check the liners out:  

Derek Jeter’s ’3K’ shoes contain sentimental surprise

OK, so the guidelines that Jeter followed to become one of the best Yankees in history are a little hard to read in a foot-shaped format, but Jeter himself will be able to read it in clearer fashion on the shoeboxes he will receive. That’s right, these shoes were created specifically for him and won’t be released for retail. That’s a shame, too, because they’d be a great collectible for any Jeter and Yankees fan out there.

6 hits shy of 3,000 Captain Mediocrity is headed to the Disabled List with a strained calf, sustained exiting the batter’s box last night. In all likelihood, those 6 hits would not have occurred before the Yankees arrived at Wrigley Field in Chicago this weekend based on Jeter’s batting average thus far this season of .260.

Is he hurt? Sure!

Is he dodging his date with history for 2 weeks? Without a doubt! Jeter is Captain Mediocrity for no reason other than he sits on the threshold of 3,000 career hits because he has successfully pulled the wool over management for a long enough period of time. The fact is, given enough at-bats in a stocked lineup, any major league hitter will reach 3,000 hits. Jeter is no dummy, he knows that once he achieves the milestone, that the media in New York, and across America will renew the talk that he is rapidly deteriorating, and should be benched in favor of younger, more productive players. He knows that this is his last chase for glory, and the man who has pulled the wool over the collective Yankee eye for 17 years knows that once this milestone is complete, that his swan song will truly be sung.




Derek Jeter, the Captain of Longevity in Tribute to Mediocrity has been injured running out of the Batter’s Box 6 hits shy of 3,000 career hits. This in all likelihood will send him into Wrigley Field this weekend to achieve this milestone which but for the misplaced loyalty of management he would be well short of having already retired.

Video of the Injury here: 

Someone call Crash Davis, and call him fast … Bryce Harper is the modern-day Nuke LaLoosh. I don’t care who you are, or who you think you may become … You simply don’t blow a kiss at a Pitcher as you round the bases having just tagged him for a no doubt home run!!! Harper and the Nationals are lucky that he was only brushed back in his next at-bat … he should-be in the clubhouse nursing some bruised ribs at best!!!

See the video here:

And Lose the MULLET!!!


Thank You Steve Henson for writing this piece, and for showing us a side of “Sparky” we never knew … Rest In Peace George Anderson … We’ll Always Miss You … BLESS YOU!!!

The Other Side Of Sparky Anderson

Monday, May 30, 2011 7:51 pm
Written by: Steve Henson
  • There was no funeral for Sparky Anderson when he died last November. No memorial service, either. No one from the legendary baseball manager’s family attended the opening day ceremonies in his honor in Cincinnati or Detroit. And no one named Anderson showed up at an awards dinner for him last week in Los Angeles.

Many in baseball are perplexed by his dying wish that his passing go without traditional observance. Understanding the reason begins with recognizing that Sparky Anderson and George Anderson — Sparky’s given name — were vastly different sides of the same person. George administered last rites to Sparky years ago.

When he and his wife visited a dying friend in a hospital, a priest dropped in to comfort the friend but saw the familiar face sitting across the room and excitedly began talking baseball. George was mortified. He’d been a devout Catholic his entire life, often rising at daybreak to attend Mass. But he decided then and there: no church service when he passed.

George was committed to putting his family first. Sparky was folksy and friendly and a diamond icon as manager of the Reds from 1970 to 1978 and Tigers from 1979 to 1995, but at a cost familiar to many who make baseball a career. He was immersed in the season nine months a year and unable to say no to charity organizers, writers, friends and former players the other three.

Sometimes nothing was left by the time he got home, sometimes he barely recognized who his children had become and they could barely stand who he’d become. But once he took off the uniform for the last time and left the broadcast booth for good, he morphed back into George. He found sturdy common ground with his two sons and daughter, and relished time with his grandchildren, nephews and nieces. As he lay dying Nov. 4, 2010, even through the thick haze of dementia, he knew who he wanted to be in death.

He’d go as George Anderson.


The intent of the Rod Dedeaux Award dinner last week was noble, and giving the honor to Anderson wasn’t contrived: The late Dedeaux — who won 11 national titles as USC baseball coach — had been Sparky’s childhood mentor, and proceeds went to the Major League Baseball Urban Youth Academy. But the event confirmed that George made the right decision for his family.

Joe Morgan, Tom Seaver, Doug Harvey, Vin Scully and others reminisced about Sparky, the nickname George took on as a hot-tempered minor league manager in the 1960s and his persona until he retired as one of the most successful big league skippers of all time.

A funeral and memorial would have included a parade of well-meaning baseball people paying homage to Sparky — the Dedeaux Award dinner by a factor of 10. They would have thought they were doing the right thing. They wouldn’t have known better. It would have been miserable for George’s wife of 57 years, Carol, and the kids.

George’s final days were all about family. By his side was his oldest son, Lee, whose long hair and rebelliousness at a time his conservative father enforced strict grooming rules on the Reds in the 1970s was described in Joe Posnanski’s excellent book The Machine.

Lee Anderson, a successful concrete contractor and man of integrity, still wears his hair beyond shoulder length at age 52. George not only learned to accept it, he came to love it dearly because his son’s locks were the same gleaming blast of premature white as his own.


My insight into the Andersons comes from being their neighbors since the 1960s. I played on a 12-year-old team with Lee. My mom and Carol Anderson sold baked goods together to raise money for the Little League. Later I coached Lee’s younger brother, Albert, and their cousin Mike Sheehan, who has remained a lifelong friend. I observed George and I observed Sparky. Then I observed George again.

Throughout our 40-year acquaintance I addressed him only as Mr. Anderson. I’ve been a sportswriter my entire career and never wrote a story about him until now. I didn’t tell him what I did for a living; why complicate a perfectly good friendship with that sort of information? To Mr. Anderson, I was the local guy he called Stevie who coached teenagers year after year as a volunteer. That was something he could respect.

After the infrequent seasons when his team didn’t make the playoffs, he would help out with our fall league. He’d show up in paint-splotched pants, hit mile-high fungoes and give the kids funny nicknames. I’d recklessly wave a runner around second while basecoaching, and after the inning he’d shake his head and say, “Never make the third out of an inning at third base, Stevie. Never.”

The kids would pile into his wood-paneled station wagon and we’d drive to the farm communities of Oxnard and Fillmore for games. Opposing teams would see us approach the field and blink hard: The man with the white hair was instantly recognizable, and the kids would form a single-file line to have him autograph their gloves before we’d play ball.

Days like that blurred the line between George and Sparky. He was there for the love of his son and a love of the game. Nobody called him Captain Hook and nobody expected him to run away with the pennant. Baseball can be a simple pleasure, and Mr. Anderson enjoyed reminding himself of that out of the spotlight in Thousand Oaks.


Home openers at Detroit and Cincinnati this season were odes to both cities’ most successful manager. The Tigers raised a flag with his name on it at Comerica Park and will retire his No. 11 on June 26. The Reds had retired his No. 10 in 2005. Both teams are wearing patches on their jerseys that say “Sparky.”

All are fitting nods to a manager whose 2,194 victories ranks sixth all-time. While he was alive, the ceremony Anderson most cherished besides his Hall-of-Fame induction came Jan. 29, 2006, at a small private school a block from his home. California Lutheran University christened its new baseball stadium the George “Sparky” Anderson field. It was appropriate because his 40-plus year relationship with the school was an effective blend of George and Sparky.

George took brisk early morning walks around the university track with matronly school secretaries and nerdy professors. Sparky held a celebrity golf tournament each year that raised money for the baseball program.

George occasionally sat quietly in the corner of the dugout during practice, and he’d pull aside marginally talented Division III players and whisper sage advice. Sparky would show up at a Cal Lutheran game in February before heading to spring training and sign autographs until the sun dropped behind the Santa Monica Mountains.


Dennis Gilbert, a Chicago White Sox executive and former superagent to Barry Bonds and others, surveyed the well-heeled throng sipping cocktails before taking their seats at the Dedeaux Award dinner. He was disappointed no one from Anderson’s family had come, but he understood.

“Sparky felt uncomfortable at places like this,” Gilbert said. “He’d say, ‘I don’t want to be a greenfly.’ ”

That would have been George talking. Ridding his backyard garden of those plant-sucking greenflies, or aphids, was a challenge he took seriously. Sparky would have had the Dedeaux Award crowd eating out of his hand; George would have avoided it with a polite wave of the same hand.

Sparky was an entertaining speaker, unsophisticated yet insightful, ungrammatical yet pointed. He was best off-script, talking not about baseball but about life. It was then that George’s sensibility sneaked into the message.

A son of Lance Parrish, who caught for the Tigers under Anderson from 1979 through 1986, played at Biola University, another small private Southern California school. Anderson came to the team’s banquet at Parrish’s invitation a few years ago and the coach asked him if he’d say a few words.

“He jumped at the opportunity, which kind of surprised me because he wasn’t asked to do it in advance,” Parrish told The Sporting News. “He poured his heart out to everybody. He talked about the importance of being a good person and caring about people and doing the right thing.

“I don’t think he talked about baseball one sentence, but he let everybody know what was on his heart. It was just a great night.”

One of Anderson’s favorite pieces of wisdom was simply to be nice. “It doesn’t cost a nickel to be nice to people,” he’d say. “It’s something you can give away for free and it means more than a million dollars.”

Since his death, that’s all anyone wanted to express. His former players and friends needed a place and time to say nice things about a man they admired: the great manager Sparky Anderson. A few were able to do so thanks to the Dedeaux family, who knew well the story of the big-eared 14-year-old kid in 1948 that lived a block from the USC campus asking Dedeaux if he could serve as the Trojans’ bat boy.

Dedeaux called him what his mother called him: Georgie. Along the way he became Sparky, an iconic figure who belonged to baseball first and family second. He retired at 61, young for a manager, giving him ample time to adjust his priorities.

The Andersons didn’t need a funeral or a memorial service to convey any of that. Their strength was ensuring that Sparky went quietly. George Anderson rests in peace.

Buster Posey Injury

Posted: May 26, 2011 in Baseball, Uncategorized

The Play was Clean, it’s a part of the Game, but the question must be asked … With so many Marque Players playing as Catchers in today’s game … When does the line get drawn between upholding the tradition of Baseballs most dangerous position, and protecting its Superstars???

Buster Posey is now lost for 6-8 weeks at a minimum with a Broken Fibula and Sprained Ankle after his collision with Scott Cousins in last night’s Giants Marlins game. Posey is arguably the Offensive Face of the Defending World Series Champion Giants, and the fact he may now be lost for the season is an enormous blow to the Giants. You don’t replace your 24-year-old Cleanup hitting Catcher, if you’re the Giants, you simply hope to survive, and pray that he is back by sometime in August.

The Fact is, The Giants, Posey himself, and Baseball fans everywhere are left to hope this injury doesn’t lead this Would-be-All-Star down the same post collision career path as Ray Fosse.

ESPN Coverage:

Read below to see how the New Ownership of the Chicago Cubs has done their part to continue the Jinx that started with the Throwing of the 1918 World Series … Continued with a Billy Goat … and is now Revived with this weekends Cubs v. Red Sox at Fenway Park.

The Boston Red Sox beat the Chicago Cubs by a humiliating score Friday night in their first meeting at Fenway Park since the 1918 World Series.

Losing, even 15-5, is something the Cubs have gotten used to these past 100 years or so. But what happened during one of Boston’s home run trots truly was something the Cubs won’t get over for a long time.

Team president Crane Kenney, sitting in the coveted Green Monster section that rises above Fenway’s famous 37-foot high left-field fence, caught a home run hit by Jarrod Saltalamacchia(notes) in the bottom of the fifth inning. The blast ricocheted off an advertisement high above Kenney’s seat and pretty much fell right to him. How’s that for bemusing happenstance?

To make matters worse, Kenney — in clear violation of widely accepted Cubs fans programming — did notthrow the opponent’s ball back onto the field. Instead of acting like one of the Bleacher Bums, he sought a young fan and tossed him or her Salty’s dinger ball. Well, harumph!

Get a load of this guy

It’s one thing for a clever ball hawk perched in the Wrigley Field bleachers to defy protocol and keep the souvenir homer. To deflect the peer pressure, some even treacherously switch out the homer ball for a ringer and throw that one back.

But the team’s own president — not quite at the Ricketts ownership level, but close — acting oblivious to bleacher tradition? And in front of Red Sox Nation, the more successful junior franchise? Unacceptable. Scandalous!

Watching him, it’s doubtful Kenney thought for even a nanosecond of throwing back the ball. The guy wouldn’t last three innings in Chicago’s bleachers. He’s just so hard to figure.

Hey, it’s time for a confession: If I ever catch a home run ball at Wrigley, or any park, I wouldn’t be one of the sheep who throw it back. I’m keeping that sucker. Literally rejecting the opponent’s home run ball is perhaps the weakest fan tradition in sports. For example, imagine a Cubs fan telling his grandson he once caught a home run by Jason Heyward(notes) who, in 25 years, is about to be inducted to the Hall of Fame.

“What did you do with the ball, grampa?”

“Uh … I threw it back.”

See how silly it is? And it’s not like the umpires are going to be fooled by the ball bouncing back on the field and so they wave off the homer. OK, maybe some umpires would get fooled.

Like an infection, the practice of tossing back the home run ball has spread to other major league parks. Some folks even throw back foul balls hit by the enemy. Cardinals fans, you know who you are. Admiring Cubs fans for their loyalty, patience, persistence, blind devotion — whatever — is OK. But wanting to ape some of their worst behavior is unconscionable.

Fans in some parks still can be thrown out by security for throwing a ball on the field. But it’s a shrinking minority.

And now that Kenney — who already was unpopular among many Cubs fans — has ignored tradition, there’s little chance that throwing back the ball will ever go out of style soon.

It will continue, if for no other reason than to spite the suit in the front office who refuses to lead by example.

I have a crazy feeling that what happened at Fenway was a missed opportunity. Perhaps, if Kenney had thrown back Saltalamacchia’s homer, Cubs fans would have seen how uncool the act was, and a seed would have been planted. It could have been the beginning of a counter revolution. Inside of a decade, we could have wiped out the exercise entirely.

But Kenney’s pseudo-thoughtful and charitable action in flipping the ball to a child ruined any such remote possibility. They’ll be shouting “Throw it back!” at Wrigley — and elsewhere — for a long time to come.

Thanks for nothing, Crane Kenney.

So You Had a Bad Day …

… Posada is a poor excuse for a Man, and an even worse excuse for a Ballplayer!!! YANKEES SUCK!!!

NEW YORK — A day after lifting himself from the lineup, Jorge Posada went into manager Joe Girardi’s office and apologized on Sunday.

Posada also was not in the New York Yankees’ lineup Sunday night for their series finale against Boston, one day after the slumping star’s request to sit out — after he was dropped to No. 9 in the batting order — ended up in a messy public spat with management.

“I kind of apologized to him,” Posada said Sunday. “I had a bad day. I had a bad day [Saturday.] Reflecting on it, everything, all the frustration came out. I’m trying to move on.”

Girardi appreciated Posada’s effort.

“We had a nice conversation,” he said. “We talked about being emotional, and going through struggles. What defines who you are. Just a lot of things. He apologized. He said he had a bad day yesterday. And I said ‘Jorge, I’ve had bad days too, and I’ve done stupid things.’ I’m not saying what he did was stupid, but I did things that I wish I wouldn’t have done. And you have to live with them, but it’s what you do after, and you move forward.

“I know you have a passion and a love for this game. I know you want to win and you want to play forever. But the reality is we don’t play forever and that you need to enjoy your career in the midst of that.”

Posada also apologized to general manager Brian Cashman in a face-to-face meeting prior to the first pitch of Sunday’s game.

Cashman relayed Posada’s apology and all of the day’s developments to team owners Hank and Hal Steinbrenner and team president Randy Levine. A team spokesman said that the Yankees’ hierarchy accepted Posada’s apology and considered the matter to be closed.

Before batting practice Sunday, a contrite Posada calmly answered a string of questions from reporters and then went out to hit with the other backups.

He said he was healthy enough to play — he had mentioned a stiff back after Saturday night’s game, but acknowledged Sunday that even though his back was bothering him, he used it as an excuse.

“Everything happens for a reason. You learn from it,” Posada said.

Added Cashman: “Family members can have problems from time to time.

Posada and Cashman disagreed on how the news of Posada asking out of the lineup was handled. Cashman, in an in-game meeting with reporters Saturday, said that Posada had no injury. Posada, and people close to him, including his wife on Twitter and Facebook, said he had a stiff back.

“It’s just one of those days that you wish you could have back,” Posada said.

During batting practice on the field Sunday, Posada hugged Alex Rodriguez and chatted with other teammates. Yankees captain Derek Jeter, one of Posada’s best friends, said the matter was resolved and he saw nothing wrong with what Posada did Saturday.

“From my understanding what he told you and what he told me, he said he needed a day to clear his mind and it’s understandable,” said Jeter, who is extremely close to Posada.

Jeter did not think Posada needed to apologize to his teammates.

“If he said he needed a day to clear his mind there’s no need to apologize because I think everyone understands that,” Jeter said. “Everyone here understands that sometimes, this game can be tough on you mentally. Everybody’s struggled. Everybody’s been in a position where things don’t seem to be clicking the right way. If that’s the reason he came out, then he doesn’t need to apologize. If it was something else, then yeah, but not for that.”

Regardless of the strange saga that played out Saturday, Girardi might have been planning to put Posada on the bench Sunday. The switch-hitter is 0-for-24 against left-handed pitchers this season, and the Yankees were set to face Red Sox lefty Jon Lester.

“[Saturday] did not factor into my lineup tonight,” Girardi confirmed. “The real struggles that Jorge’s had have been against left-handers. So, I decided to DH Andruw Jones today.”

Posada is hitting just .165 in 32 games as designated hitter. Andruw Jones was the Yankees’ designated hitter on Sunday, batting seventh.

During the first inning of Sunday night’s game, the Bleacher Creatures at Yankee Stadium saluted Posada. After they did their traditional roll call chant for each player, they ended by saying, “Jorge! Jorge! Jorge!” From the dugout, Posada waved with his left hand.

Posada may be out of the lineup on Monday as well, when the Yankees are scheduled to face Tampa Bay lefty David Price.

Hitting .165 this season and struggling to adapt to his new role as DH, the 39-year-old Posada was dropped to the No. 9 spot in the original lineup Saturday. Posada had last hit in the ninth spot in the lineup on May 14, 1999. A proud veteran and respected clubhouse leader, he said he put himself in that position and understood the move.

But about an hour before the game, Posada went into Girardi’s office and requested that he be removed from the lineup. The five-time All-Star said he needed a night off to clear his head.

After the game, Posada said his back had stiffened up while taking practice grounders at first base, but also acknowledged that he feels “a little bit” disrespected by the team.

That’s where it got complicated, though.

Posada never mentioned to Girardi or Cashman that his back was bothering him. And the Yankees weren’t pleased that he didn’t play.

“I honestly haven’t talked to him yet. I don’t know how he felt,” Yanks closer Mariano Riverasaid Sunday.

“Sometimes things like that are gonna happen. You don’t want them to happen because it’s a distraction to the team, but at the same time we just have to work it out and get back to winning games.”

Andrew Marchand covers the Yankees for Ian Begley is a regular contributor to Information from’s Mike Mazzeo and The Associated Press was used in this report.