Women's basketball gets a little crazy

This is one of those "odd but just keeps getting odder" stories. Let's see...co-owner of women's basketball team fires coach after an on-court incident. The co-owner is Sally Anthony, a 30-year-old "singer who also has her own record label and a Web site promoting female artists," who, just on first blush, appears to be in the middle of a power trip. The coach is Ashley McElhiney, who recently became the first female coach of a men's professional team last year.

But there are a few hints of something...odder.

Some time after the incident that night, Anthony ended up Vanderbilt hospital.

"I tripped on some stairs and hit my head last night," Anthony told The Tennessean. "Some people think that I did it on purpose, but I just tripped."

Anthony had a different story for The City Paper, claiming "a dog bit me and my back is really hurting."

And then it gets...uhm, different.

Hours after storming the court and firing her coach, Nashville Rhythm co-owner Sally Anthony was rushed to a hospital following a 911 call by a relative who said she had tried to "hurt herself."

A relative called 911 about 6 a.m. Sunday to report that Anthony was hurting herself, according to a 911 tape obtained by The Associated Press on Tuesday.

"My sister-in-law is in her apartment right now, and she has taken some pills and mixed it with alcohol and taken scissors and cut up her arms," said the caller, who identified herself as Susan.

Mock the ABA if you will, but this is a lot more interesting than the NHL has been this year.

...Okay, is there anyone left who doesn't have Gmail who wants it? I seriously doubt so, but just in case, I have a few (read: 50) invites I'm not gonna use, so lemme know.

i have no more meds

Fax from John "Cody" Adam, POW. I believe him when he says he'll make it home.

The Slinky betrayed us. I should have known. I never trusted him. He was an unstable character, always going back and forth, back and forth, never showing a shred of backbone. "Come, senor, I know the way to the insurgents' headquarters," he rasped. The fact that he was an Arab toy speaking with a stereotypical Spanish accent should have tipped me off. But hindsight is always 20/20. Literally. I can turn my head 360 degrees.

And the MST3K of Prince of Space is coming to DVD. Glory.

And surprise -- Star Trek: Enterprise is dead. Officially. God, Berman, took you long enough, but you finally broke the franchise.

And don't forget your State of the Union drinking game. If you insist on watching.

IMDb's Movie of the Day: Battle Royale

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