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Los Angeles (AFP) – Former NBA player Lamar Odom was released from a Las Vegas hospital after showing signs of improvement following his drug-fuelled binge in a Nevada brothel, a report said.
E! Online entertainment news website said Odom, who was left fighting for his life after collapsing at the Love Ranch brothel last week, was being moved to a medical facility nearer his Los Angeles home.
The decision came after doctors judged Odom, 35, was stable enough to be moved after regaining consciousness last week and continuing to recover through the weekend.
The report said the two-time NBA champion remained on dialysis because of a kidney problem but had passed a swallowing test and could breathe independently. E! said Odom was communicating using hand signals.
Earlier Monday, a family statement said Odom was improving steadily.
« Each day Lamar is getting stronger and reaching significant milestones in his recovery, » the statement from Odom’s aunt JaNean Mercer said.
And then the moonlight flooded the cave, and there before me lay my own body as it had been lying all these hours, with the eyes staring toward the open ledge and the hands resting limply upon the ground. I looked first at my lifeless clay there upon the floor of the cave and then down at myself in utter bewilderment; for there I lay clothed, and yet here I stood but naked as at the minute of my birth.
The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my strange metamorphosis. My first thought was, is this then death! Have I indeed passed over forever into that other life! But I could not well believe this, as I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs from the exertion of my efforts to release myself from the anaesthesis which had held me. My breath was coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out from every pore of my body, and the ancient experiment of pinching revealed the fact that I was anything other than a wraith.
Again was I suddenly recalled to my immediate surroundings by a repetition of the weird moan from the depths of the cave. Naked and unarmed as I was, I had no desire to face the unseen thing which menaced me.
My revolvers were strapped to my lifeless body which, for some unfathomable reason, I could not bring myself to touch. My carbine was in its boot, strapped to my saddle, and as my horse had wandered off I was left without means of defense.
Unable longer to resist the temptation to escape
This horrible place I leaped quickly
The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and new courage coursing through me. Pausing upon the brink of the ledge I upbraided myself for what now seemed to me wholly unwarranted apprehension. I reasoned with myself that I had lain helpless for many hours within the cave, yet nothing had molested me, and my better judgment, when permitted the direction of clear and logical reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had heard must have resulted from purely natural and harmless causes; probably the conformation of the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused the sounds I heard.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky gorge, and level, cacti-studded flat, wrought by the moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and wondrous enchantment.
Few western wonders are more inspiring than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit landscape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the strange lights and shadows upon hog back and arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting and inspiring; as though one were catching for the first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten world, so different is it from the aspect of any other spot upon our earth.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head
Unable longer to resist the temptation to escape this horrible place I leaped quickly through the opening into the starlight of a clear Arizona night. The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and new courage coursing through me. Pausing upon the brink of the ledge I upbraided myself for what now seemed to me wholly unwarranted apprehension.
I reasoned with myself that I had lain helpless for many hours within the cave, yet nothing had molested me, and my better judgment, when permitted the direction of clear and logical reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had heard must have resulted from purely natural and harmless causes; probably the conformation of the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused the sounds I heard.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky gorge, and level, cacti-studded flat, wrought by the moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and wondrous enchantment.
Few western wonders are more inspiring than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit landscape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the strange lights and shadows upon hog back and arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting and inspiring; as though one were catching for the first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten world, so different is it from the aspect of any other spot upon our earth.
As I stood thus meditating, I turned my gaze from the landscape to the heavens where the myriad stars formed a gorgeous and fitting canopy for the wonders of the earthly scene. My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it I felt a spell of overpowering fascination—it was Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting man, it had always held the power of irresistible enchantment. As I gazed at it on that far-gone night it seemed to call across the unthinkable void, to lure me to it, to draw me as the lodestone attracts a particle of iron.
Never one to gauge public opinion with much accuracy, New York Knicks owner James Dolan courted controversy in May when he named Isiah Thomas as president of basketball operations for the WNBA‘s New York Liberty.
Knicks fans can be forgiven for wondering why anyone would name Thomas to make personnel decisions for a basketball team, but the move was especially startling given that in October 2007 a jury found Thomas guilty of sexually harassing former Knicks vice president of marketing and business operations Anucha Browne Sanders and that Dolan and his Madison Square Garden Corporation had improperly fired her for complaining about it.
MSG was ordered to pay Sanders $11.6 million as restitution in a very dark moment for the franchise and anyone associated with it. (The sum was later settled down to $11.5 million.) Dolan supported Thomas throughout the understandably shocked response to his decision to appoint him to his position with the Liberty, refusing to acknowledge any wrongdoing on the part of his employee or the organization.
Browne Sanders made up her allegations against Thomas
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I think they perceived that nothing was to be done for the present, and had gone away to breakfast at Henderson’s house. There were four or five boys sitting on the edge of the Pit, with their feet dangling, and amusing themselves–until I stopped them–by throwing stones at the giant mass. After I had spoken to them about it, they began playing at « touch » in and out of the group of bystanders. Among these were a couple of cyclists, a jobbing gardener I employed sometimes, a girl carrying a baby, Gregg the butcher and his little boy, and two or three loafers and golf caddies who were accustomed to hang about the railway station. There was very little talking. Few of the common people in England had anything but the vaguest astronomical ideas in those days. Most of them were staring quietly at the big table like end of the cylinder, which was still as Ogilvy and Henderson had left it.
I fancy the popular expectation of a heap of charred corpses was disappointed at this inanimate bulk. Some went away while I was there, and other people came. I clambered into the pit and fancied I heard a faint movement under my feet.
Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.
It was only when I got thus close to it that the strangeness of this object was at all evident to me. At the first glance it was really no more exciting than an overturned carriage or a tree blown across the road. Not so much so, indeed. It looked like a rusty gas float. It required a certain amount of scientific education to perceive that the grey scale of the Thing was no common oxide, that the yellowish-white metal that gleamed in the crack between the lid and the cylinder had an unfamiliar hue.
Soon the crew came on board in two
Dorothy’s life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would be harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking into her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was for his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron invisible to human eyes. So that when Dorothy walked across the floor she stumbled over the bar, not being able to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much hurt, but in her fall one of the Silver Shoes came off; and before she could reach it, the Witch had snatched it away and put it on her own skinny foot.
She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: ‘Where’s the other ladder?—Why, I hadn’t to bring but one; Bill’s got the other—Bill! fetch it here, lad!—Here, put ’em up at this corner. No, tie ’em together first—they don’t reach half high enough yet—Oh! they’ll do well enough; don’t be particular—Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope—Will the roof bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it’s coming down! Heads below!’ (a loud crash)—’Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I fancy—Who’s to go down the chimney?—Nay, I shan’t! YOU do it!—That I won’t, then!—Bill’s to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you’re to go down the chimney!’
‘Oh! So Bill’s got to come down the chimney, has he?’ said Alice to herself. ‘Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn’t be in Bill’s place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but I THINK I can kick a little!’
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself ‘This is Bill,’ she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.
Ten years ago on Oct. 17, 2005, NBA players received a surprising memo from then-commissioner David Stern. A league-wide dress code was going into effect. No more baggy jeans. No fitted baseball caps.
No XXXL white T-shirts. No Timberland boots. Oversized necklaces – even ones with religious pendants – were also out. Players were not happy. Some jokingly called it the « A.I. rule » after Philadelphia 76ers guard Allen Iverson. Some thought it was racist toward black players or a slap at the hip-hop community.
« I remember a lot of guys being upset with it, » said San Antonio Spurs forward David West, who was then playing for the New Orleans Hornets. « A lot of guys thought they were being too intrusive. … I just remember felling like, ‘Damn, I’m a grown man and someone is telling me what to wear.’ »
Most Stylish Nba Players All Of Time
His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab’s leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations.
It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment.
Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.
That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him?
That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man’s delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells.
To that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.
God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.
But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab’s broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark. I knew the Indians would soon discover that they were on the wrong trail and that the search for me would be renewed in the right direction as soon as they located my tracks. I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail was level and quite broad and led upward and in the general direction I wished to go. The cliff arose for several hundred feet on my right, and on my left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop to the bottom of a rocky ravine.
Gennady Golovkin delivered yet another big drama show, and another one-sided one, as he knocked out David Lemieux in the eighth round to unify middleweight world titles Saturday night before a raucous, sold-out crowd of 20,548 at Madison Square Garden.
Par Childo Geffrard
La fondation Fusa-Haïti a annoncé samedi, via une interview accordée à Haïti-Tempo, qu’elle a trouvé un accord avec le Koninklijke Sint-Truidense Voetbalvereniging, club de première division belge. Ce partenariat permettra aux entraîneurs et joueurs Haïtiens d’aller suivre des formations et d’effectuer des stages en Belgique.
»La Fusa, par définition Farinen United Sports Academy, a pour objectif de découvrir les sportifs Haïtiens dans toutes les catégories et de leur permettre d’aller faire des stages ailleurs. Avec cet accord, les entraîneurs Haïtiens auront la chance de suivre des formations en Belgique et les jeunes footballeurs auront droit à des stages à l’Académie du STVV ( Koninklijke Sint-Truidense Voetbalvereniging ), » a laché Paul Moise le numéro un de la fondation au micro d’Haiti-Tempo.
Par Marc Johnsen AZARD
Quelques mois après s’être sacré à l’épreuve de la « Traversée du désert » de Port-au-Prince à Cap-Haitien et de la « course de la présidence » sur les 80 km des Cayes, le cycliste Haïtien d’Aigle Rouge, Willy Joseph a réussi un autre exploit ce dimanche au Champ de Mars en devançant les autres adversaires pour s’adjuger le prix de la course de l’Empereur, organisée par la Fédération Haïtienne de Cyclisme sous le haut patronage du ministère de la jeunesse des sports et de l’action civique à l’occasion du 209e anniversaire de l’assassinat de Jean Jacques Dessalines.
Toujours digne de son statut de favori, le Leoganais, sur les 4 dernières compétitions de cyclisme, a obtenu 3 succès, est dans une forme extraordinaire qui pour certains observateurs, est le nouveau roi de cette discipline en Haïti.
En face de très bon concurrent dont ceux des Cayes (Jude Estimable, Frantz Apolon, Jacky Prenelus et Kenson Augustin), le coureur d’Aigle Rouge a mis le dernier pion qu’il fallait mettre pour atteindre le nombre de tour demandé par les membres organisateurs, du coup, s’empare du titre de champion.
Le classement :
1-Willy Joseph
2-Kenson Augustin
3-Jacky Prenelus
4-Frantz Apolon
5-Jude Estimable
Par Gary Eliézer
Auteur d’un match nul sur son terrain face au Roulado, l’AS Mirebalais n’a pas profité de cette journée, le club Gonavien a récolté un point précieux. L’AS Capoise est devenu le nouveau leader grâce à sa victoire (1-0) en déplacement au Parc Ferrus contre l’Inter, le Don Bosco est relégué à la 6e place.
Les journées se suivent et se ressemblent pour l’America des Cayes, les kolosss ont enregistré une nouvelle défaite, leur 5e déjà en 7 matchs et désormais 19e au classement avec 4 points.
Troisième match d’affilé sans victoire pour le Don Bosco qui, après 12 rencontres sans défaite, a finalement baissé pavillon au Parc Roland Abdalah face à la Racine de Gros Mornes qui, lui, après 18 matchs sans gagner, a réalisé une victoire historique (1-0).
La PNH, dans le duel des mal-classés a battu le Tempête FC sur le terrain de l’Académie de police (2-0), même résultat entre l’US Lajeune et le FC Ouanaminthe. Valencia a refait le coup en dominant le Racing Gonaïves (2-1), son deuxième succès de rang.
Tous les résultats :
Dimanche 18 octobre
Inter – AS Capoise 0-1
(Joseph Saintilus)
US Lajeune – Ouanaminthe FC 2-0
(Lomanus Joseph, Kendy Etienne)
Cavaly – America des Cayes 2-0
(Amy André x 2)
AS Mirebalais – Roulado 1-1
(Harold Fédé (ASM) ; Edinho Ovat (ROU)
Racine Gros Morne – Don Bosco 1-0
(Mc Kenley Fleurencier)
Racing Gonaïves – Valencia 1-2
Fica – FC Petit Goave 0-0
PNH FC – Tempête FC 2-0
(Lucson Matheus, Dieulemps Jean)
Date à déterminer
Stade Sylvio Cator, 6h : Aigle Noir vs Racing Club Haïtien
Arbitre : Emmanuel Luca
Stade Sylvio Cator, 6h : Violette vs Baltimore
Arbitre : Marcus Florestal
Classement:
1- AS Capoise 15 points (+6)
2- Valencia 14 points (+7)
3- Aigle Noir 14 points (+7)
4- Fica 14 points (+5)
5- AS Mirebalais 13 points (+3)
6- Don Bosco 12 points (+5)
7- Cavaly 12 points (+2)
8- Baltimore 10 points (0)
9- Roulado 9 points (-4)
10- Violette 8 points (0)
11- FC Petit Goave 8 points (0)
12- Racing Club Haitien 8 points (-1)
13- Racing Gonaives 8 points (-2)
14- PNH FC 7 points (-2)
15- Ouanaminthe FC 6 points (0)
16- Tempete FC 5 points (-3)
17- Inter 5 points (-7)
18- US Lajeune 4 points (-3)
19- America des Cayes 4 points (-4)
20- Racine 4 points (-7)
Par Gary Eliézer
Sur le podium de la D1 et invaincu depuis 12 matchs (série ouverture et clôture), le Don Bosco a été surpris ce dimanche après-midi au Parc Roland Abdalah par la Racine de Gros Morne (0-1) lors de la 7e journée, série retour du championnat national.
Un but de Mc Kenley Fleurencier sur une passe de son grand frère, Angelot Dieujuste, a permis au club Grosmornais de stopper les petion-villois qui rêvaient de renouer à la victoire après 2 nuls consécutifs et pour prendre la tête du classement.
Le Don Bosco a clairement manqué de fraicheur pour cette troisième rencontre qu’il dispute en 8 jours dont la folle débauche d’énergie face à l’Aigle Noir jeudi dernier et surtout après le long voyage à Gros Morne ce matin; au contraire de la Racine qui était au repos forcé dimanche dernier.
Les hommes de Junior Natoux n’avaient plus connu le goût de la défaite depuis 12 matchs. Leur dernier revers remonte le 25 mai 2015 face au FC Petit Goave, lors de la 17e journée de la série aller (2-1) avec Jean Richard Filder et Frantz Charles qui avaient inscrits les deux buts Petitgoaviens.
En battant le club jaune et noir, la Racine a réalisé un grand exploit car elle avait perdu l’habitude de naviguer dans de telles eaux depuis 28 mars 2015, date de sa dernière victoire en championnat national D1, c’était face au FC Ouanaminthe (1-0), soit un nombre de 18 matchs sans victoire pour les coéquipiers de Mc Kenley Fleurencier dont 4 défaites consécutives.
Malgré cette surprenante victoire qui est d’ailleurs la première face au Don Bosco depuis sa montée en D1, la Racine reste à la dernière place avec 4 points pour une différence de (-7).
Par Childo Geffrard
Jean Philipe Peguero a inscrit son premier but avec le Real du Cap lors de la victoire contre l’AS Trou-du-Nord (1-0), Samedi au Parc Saint-Victor. L’ancien international Haïtien, âgé de 34 ans, a attendu son quatrième match pour enfin trouver le chemin des filets, et ce, à la 87e minute de jeu.
Avec cette victoire, le club Capois pointe provisoirement à la tête du classement dans le groupe Nord 1 avec 25 points au compteur en attendant les autres résultats.
Par Gary Eliézer
Loudemirna Gernier a remporté ce samedi la course de l’Empereur, organisée par le gouvernement haïtien via le MJSAC à l’occasion de la commémoration du 209e anniversaire de la mort du père de la nation, Jean Jacques Dessalines. Bien que contestée par les autres athlètes, la jeune fille de 18 ans a réalisé le meilleur chrono et s’adjuge de la clef du Terrios, récompensant le vainqueur.
Réalisée sur un parcours de 10 kilomètres, de Pont Rouge au champ de mars (place Dessalines), cette course a vu comme annoncé, une forte participation de jeune et c’est Loudemirna qui, selon les organisateurs, a été sacrée chez les filles même si sa première place est contestée par ses poursuivantes car d’après leurs dires, ce n’était pas elle qui avait franchi la ligne d’arrivée en première position.
Les activités sportives de la commémoration de la mort de Dessalines se poursuivront ce dimanche 18 octobre avec le Critérium cycliste organisé par la FHC au Champ de Mars et prendront fin au Parc Ste Thérèse de Pétion-Ville avec la grande finale de la Coupe de l’Empereur qui opposera l’AS Riveartibonitiennne à Amateur qui ont battu respectivement l’AS Dessalines (2-1) et Club Sportif Saint Louis 1-1 (5 tab 3) en demi.
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