Tossing batting practice….while figuratively shaking the commissioner’s hand and trying on my new Sonics hat.
I’m not sure whether to be happy for Presti, because he just got infinitely better and younger overnight, or be pissed that he just fleeced my original favorite team. Well, since Ainge had it coming to him regardless, I guess I’m glad it was Sam who fucked him.
At least I feel better about my Emerson degree tonight, because I just learned that a GM from the most unathletic college in America can still outsmart a Mormon.
Larry, Kevin, and Chief may not be walking through that door, but neither is Ray Allen, since he’ll be limpsing through it on crutches. At this point I’d rather any of those three, or the corpse of Red run the team instead of Ainge.
I just can’t grasp this trade as being anything but a negative at the moment. I’m not going to judge based on what moves they could be making because right now I don’t know of any, so at this point the team as presently constructed cannot win more than 50 games under any circumstances, and get beyond the second round of the playoffs. And for that to happen everything has to go right for them this year, starting with Allen playing more than 55 games.
Hell, they might as well go all in and deal Green, Jefferson and Ratliff’s deal for KG, and see if three over the hill superstars can combine for one last great run. But of course they can’t add KG now without a third team involved, so I guess that’s a moot point.
Last night’s move was an affront to every fan that had bought into “The Vision.” For the last five year’s I’ve defended him as he stockpiled young assets, and the Celtics plummeted in the standings and respectability. He did this to save his own ass and his own job, so he could go to the owners and say either, “hey we won 45 games and went to the playoffs, we’re starting to turn things around.” Or. “We had a great roster we just got derailed by injuries.”
Wyc’s an idiot and if the latter occurs he’ll buy it even though it seems pretty obvious that injuries will derail this train before it ever gets started.
I feel betrayed by Ainge, who always made moves as if he didn’t care what others thought, and now he’s just turned around and bowed to all the pressure, from the sports radio yahoos who said we needed a veteran.
Right now defensively they couldn’t cover me going to the basket, so they damn well better score 110 every night just to have a chance.
I think I would have actually preferred Jesus Shuttlesworth, it’s too bad Pete Maravich and Dominque Wilkins weren’t available.
For all the hope that he can be just like Reggie Miller, Cheryl’s brother never averaged more than 20 a game after he turned 33, and never had any of the lower body issues that Allen has just suffered from.
Ainge’s best asset was he was a terrific drafter, (Marcus Banks not included) while he often makes mistakes with trades, and free agent signings. So in consecutive years he’s given away lottery picks for essentially nothing.
Can you imagine forgoing your best skill at your job to continue doing something you are very poor at, and still being able to keep your job?
Ainge should have to personally pay out of his own pocket, for that trip to Phoenix, and those dozens of trips to China, and Europe since it was clear he never had any intention of using the draft pick.
I think if Presti hadn’t come along he would have just pulled a Vikings and let the clock run out.
For fear of being labeled a racist by Michael Wilbon, I won’t say I hate Paul Pierce, but let’s just say his whining and moaning about needing another veteran has not done much to endear me to him.
He’s always been a choker in big games (game 4 ‘02 conference finals, game 6, and 7 of 05 first round) always turns the ball over at wrong times, and he begs more than the raspy voiced Spare Change guy on the Common.
He’s not a superstar, or else USA basketball wouldn’t consider him some sort of plague, he makes max money and isn’t a max player. Max players make their teammates better, he should have been leading the charge helping this team improve last year, but it wasn’t until he was hurt I realized how good they could be.
I look forward to the day 10 years from now when Ainge is the answer to a trivia question, name the only GM to win NBA titles for three different teams, none of which are his own.
I’m also looking forward to five years from now, when we don’t win the lottery, are and complaining about how we’re wasting the prime of Al Jefferson’s career.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Tossing batting practice…because this is a much safer forum, devoid of rocket line drives back up the box that leave giant painful bruises and can’t simply be deleted like the ego bruises I get in the comments section…
It’s kind of like Christmas, when you can’t get what you really want, so you just kind of hope it passes by without much fanfare, but yet your parents continue to make a big deal of it, and try to make it up to you, in what amounts to a spectacular failure and really only makes things worse.
Yes it’s the NBA draft, Celtics style.
Only seven shopping days left for Danny Ainge to set the franchise back another decade, after a brief flirtation with a return to prominence.
Sounds like 2002 all over again huh? Al Jefferson, please pick up the white courtesy phone, there’s a Joe Johnson who wishes to speak with you.
So, Al Jefferson, Gerald Green, the No. 5 pick, and the corpse that is Theo Ratliff and his expiring deal for Kevin Garnett. Does Danny have to give up the rights to championship No. 16 as well?
I’d loathe to part with Jefferson, but I’d do it if I could keep the No. 5 pick, thankfully Garnett made the decision before Danny was able to blow up the entire franchise.
Then I try to flip with Atlanta, who doesn’t want to take Conley at no. 3 even though the desperately need a point guard, and I draft Al Horford.
That at least gets you to the conference semifinals, and probably a little bit deeper.
I still think it’s likely he ends up in Phoenix, though things could be resurrected later on.
If nothing else it’s once again proven that nobody wants to come to Boston, so the best way to build this team is through the draft, and maybe now the banshees on sports radio and in the newspapers will stop crying about how Ainge has to do something. He can’t, when nobody wants to come here.
Oh, and stay the hell out of a three way with Phoenix (See last week’s, Shawn Marion sucks post), unless he’s getting another championship ring from Phoenix, like he did when he made that deal with Detroit three years ago its not worth it. I realize it’s probably the closest he’ll ever get to a title as a GM, but still, have some common sense, I’m pretty sure we won’t hold a big ceremony on City Hall Plaza like you’re Ray Bourque, unless it’s a public flogging.
Getting involved in a three way, is like the real life version, the one pushing for it is obviously only in it for himself, and when you finally relent to getting involved things never work out. The third team/person in never walks away thinking, wow I’m really glad I did that, and can’t wait to do it again, they want to shower, and quickly move on like it never happened.
The sign and trade with Rashard Lewis scares me a little as well, it doesn’t really improve anything except giving them another wing player, and you can’t give up Gerald Green in this deal, because him and Lewis are friends, and that’s why he’d agree to it.
So you’re basically giving up the number five pick, for a guy who’s pretty good, but by no means an elite player. He wants max dollars, and isn’t a max kind of guy, so it just hamstrings your salary cap situation with an Al Jefferson extension looming down the road.
Jermaine O’Neal is a panic move in my eyes, maybe he just needs a change of scenery, but he’s been pretty poor of late. He should be dominating the east, and he couldn’t even get the Pacers to the playoffs this year.
Seriously, for the love of God, hold onto the pick and take Corey Brewer.
Rondo, Brewer, Pierce, Jefferson and a player to be determined, with Green coming off the bench is a pretty good nucleus moving forward. It’s probably a playoff team, and possibly Atlantic Division champions. That’s a start, from there they can continue to build and find the pieces they need.
Since there’s not much else out there, I’m going to fire up a little bit of hockey talk. I used to be a huge Bruins fan, and in fact they came before the Sox in my youth. I played hockey and I convinced my parents every year to get Nesn for March, April and May if I got good grades so I could watch the end of the season and the playoffs.
Now you can’t pay me to watch a full Bruins game, I don’t think I can name five players on the team, and quite frankly I don’t care.
But this new coach search had me intrigued for a day, when the names of Mike Milbury, and the possibility of Terry O’Reilly surfaced.
I was excited, and started frantically searching for my old “Reach for the Stars” video, while wondering if Michael J. Fox would narrate a “Reach for the Stars II., the story of the 2007-08 Bruins”
But now they’re hiring a Canadian, with ties to both Montreal, and New Jersey? Ulf Samuelsson wasn’t available? Pat Quinn wasn’t? (oh wait he was, never mind).
I hate all things Canadien, and New Jersey has essentially ruined hockey, along with Gary Bettman.
To hire a passive guy, with a thick Canadian accent, well I guess I’ll just continue ignoring this team because they simply don’t get it.
Hiring a coach because he will sell tickets isn’t a good idea, but hiring someone who might garner some interest who is the polar opposite of the coach you just fired, well that seems like a pretty good idea. I know I would read game stories and notebooks just to see what Milbury has to say, especially when they lose. That in turn would foster some interest and if the product appears to be improving might get me to buy tickets, or watch a game on television.
Well so much for that.
Out of sheer boredom, and for a little research for this post, I checked out an NHL draft preview, which was also a review of what teams need to do in the offseason. I thought it was an MLS link or something, with Columbus and Nashville having franchises, and the fact that I recognized one out of every five names rattled off as potential trade bait or free agents.
It was also the first time in at least three years, the St. Louis Blues had entered my stream of consciousness for anything other than highlights of Bobby Orr’s goal.
I hope there isn’t too much damage to Schilling’s arm, and hopefully it’s just tendonitis, but he did not sound like a guy who’s confident in being able to pitch effectively this season. Nearly every answer out of his mouth was met with trepidation. Not a good sign from your October ace.
While the Yankees are white hot of late, I’m a little less nervous now when I remember there are still 14 games with Baltimore, 19 with Tampa, and the White Sox and Rangers still on the schedule.
If the Sox get out of this lengthy three city road trip (god thing that trip to Japan wasn’t an option for this year, MLB might have stuck that as the back end of this run) with at least an eight game lead, then I’ll fell pretty good going forward.
Hey nice to see Coco Crisp remembered where second base was this week, I wonder if Luis Alicea had to tell him he was allowed to stay at first this time, after his first hit in this little hot streak.
If he can be just a .260 or .270 hitter that’s all the Sox need out of him given his defense.
Things, I wish would permanently leave sports headlines, 1. Pacman Jones, is it really news that he’s wanted for a strip club shooting, and then today he’s charged in the other one? Go away, preferably to a government facility.
2. Duke Lacrosse, I’m glad Nifong was disbarred, but I really don’t want to discuss the whole logistics of the case again on sports radio, it’s old news, move on.
Updating an item from last week, it appears as though the dream will be on hold for Texas A&M’s Joseph Jones, who returned to school, rather than fulfill his lifelong dream of leaving school early for the draft. It’s always tough when you’re lifelong dreams are shattered before ever getting out of college and into the real world.
It’s kind of like Christmas, when you can’t get what you really want, so you just kind of hope it passes by without much fanfare, but yet your parents continue to make a big deal of it, and try to make it up to you, in what amounts to a spectacular failure and really only makes things worse.
Yes it’s the NBA draft, Celtics style.
Only seven shopping days left for Danny Ainge to set the franchise back another decade, after a brief flirtation with a return to prominence.
Sounds like 2002 all over again huh? Al Jefferson, please pick up the white courtesy phone, there’s a Joe Johnson who wishes to speak with you.
So, Al Jefferson, Gerald Green, the No. 5 pick, and the corpse that is Theo Ratliff and his expiring deal for Kevin Garnett. Does Danny have to give up the rights to championship No. 16 as well?
I’d loathe to part with Jefferson, but I’d do it if I could keep the No. 5 pick, thankfully Garnett made the decision before Danny was able to blow up the entire franchise.
Then I try to flip with Atlanta, who doesn’t want to take Conley at no. 3 even though the desperately need a point guard, and I draft Al Horford.
That at least gets you to the conference semifinals, and probably a little bit deeper.
I still think it’s likely he ends up in Phoenix, though things could be resurrected later on.
If nothing else it’s once again proven that nobody wants to come to Boston, so the best way to build this team is through the draft, and maybe now the banshees on sports radio and in the newspapers will stop crying about how Ainge has to do something. He can’t, when nobody wants to come here.
Oh, and stay the hell out of a three way with Phoenix (See last week’s, Shawn Marion sucks post), unless he’s getting another championship ring from Phoenix, like he did when he made that deal with Detroit three years ago its not worth it. I realize it’s probably the closest he’ll ever get to a title as a GM, but still, have some common sense, I’m pretty sure we won’t hold a big ceremony on City Hall Plaza like you’re Ray Bourque, unless it’s a public flogging.
Getting involved in a three way, is like the real life version, the one pushing for it is obviously only in it for himself, and when you finally relent to getting involved things never work out. The third team/person in never walks away thinking, wow I’m really glad I did that, and can’t wait to do it again, they want to shower, and quickly move on like it never happened.
The sign and trade with Rashard Lewis scares me a little as well, it doesn’t really improve anything except giving them another wing player, and you can’t give up Gerald Green in this deal, because him and Lewis are friends, and that’s why he’d agree to it.
So you’re basically giving up the number five pick, for a guy who’s pretty good, but by no means an elite player. He wants max dollars, and isn’t a max kind of guy, so it just hamstrings your salary cap situation with an Al Jefferson extension looming down the road.
Jermaine O’Neal is a panic move in my eyes, maybe he just needs a change of scenery, but he’s been pretty poor of late. He should be dominating the east, and he couldn’t even get the Pacers to the playoffs this year.
Seriously, for the love of God, hold onto the pick and take Corey Brewer.
Rondo, Brewer, Pierce, Jefferson and a player to be determined, with Green coming off the bench is a pretty good nucleus moving forward. It’s probably a playoff team, and possibly Atlantic Division champions. That’s a start, from there they can continue to build and find the pieces they need.
Since there’s not much else out there, I’m going to fire up a little bit of hockey talk. I used to be a huge Bruins fan, and in fact they came before the Sox in my youth. I played hockey and I convinced my parents every year to get Nesn for March, April and May if I got good grades so I could watch the end of the season and the playoffs.
Now you can’t pay me to watch a full Bruins game, I don’t think I can name five players on the team, and quite frankly I don’t care.
But this new coach search had me intrigued for a day, when the names of Mike Milbury, and the possibility of Terry O’Reilly surfaced.
I was excited, and started frantically searching for my old “Reach for the Stars” video, while wondering if Michael J. Fox would narrate a “Reach for the Stars II., the story of the 2007-08 Bruins”
But now they’re hiring a Canadian, with ties to both Montreal, and New Jersey? Ulf Samuelsson wasn’t available? Pat Quinn wasn’t? (oh wait he was, never mind).
I hate all things Canadien, and New Jersey has essentially ruined hockey, along with Gary Bettman.
To hire a passive guy, with a thick Canadian accent, well I guess I’ll just continue ignoring this team because they simply don’t get it.
Hiring a coach because he will sell tickets isn’t a good idea, but hiring someone who might garner some interest who is the polar opposite of the coach you just fired, well that seems like a pretty good idea. I know I would read game stories and notebooks just to see what Milbury has to say, especially when they lose. That in turn would foster some interest and if the product appears to be improving might get me to buy tickets, or watch a game on television.
Well so much for that.
Out of sheer boredom, and for a little research for this post, I checked out an NHL draft preview, which was also a review of what teams need to do in the offseason. I thought it was an MLS link or something, with Columbus and Nashville having franchises, and the fact that I recognized one out of every five names rattled off as potential trade bait or free agents.
It was also the first time in at least three years, the St. Louis Blues had entered my stream of consciousness for anything other than highlights of Bobby Orr’s goal.
I hope there isn’t too much damage to Schilling’s arm, and hopefully it’s just tendonitis, but he did not sound like a guy who’s confident in being able to pitch effectively this season. Nearly every answer out of his mouth was met with trepidation. Not a good sign from your October ace.
While the Yankees are white hot of late, I’m a little less nervous now when I remember there are still 14 games with Baltimore, 19 with Tampa, and the White Sox and Rangers still on the schedule.
If the Sox get out of this lengthy three city road trip (god thing that trip to Japan wasn’t an option for this year, MLB might have stuck that as the back end of this run) with at least an eight game lead, then I’ll fell pretty good going forward.
Hey nice to see Coco Crisp remembered where second base was this week, I wonder if Luis Alicea had to tell him he was allowed to stay at first this time, after his first hit in this little hot streak.
If he can be just a .260 or .270 hitter that’s all the Sox need out of him given his defense.
Things, I wish would permanently leave sports headlines, 1. Pacman Jones, is it really news that he’s wanted for a strip club shooting, and then today he’s charged in the other one? Go away, preferably to a government facility.
2. Duke Lacrosse, I’m glad Nifong was disbarred, but I really don’t want to discuss the whole logistics of the case again on sports radio, it’s old news, move on.
Updating an item from last week, it appears as though the dream will be on hold for Texas A&M’s Joseph Jones, who returned to school, rather than fulfill his lifelong dream of leaving school early for the draft. It’s always tough when you’re lifelong dreams are shattered before ever getting out of college and into the real world.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tossing batting practice…while still searching for a true leadoff for this column, so just accept the out, and move down the lineup.
I know it’s been a while, but I figured by just fading to black for a couple weeks you could draw your own conclusions…
Seriously though, in the future, keep checking in and don’t stop believing…(I hope this is now stuck in your head the rest of the week like it was mine).
Ok seven and a half, I’m not really nervous, so much as just annoyed, I can’t stand listening to the banshees cry about how bad Lugo has been, at least he’s stealing bases and driving in runs.
I don’t want to hear about how Manny will hit, I just want him to do it now.
I can’t defend Coco Crisp anymore, each time he bats, I can still hear Hank Smith’s voice yelling “get him out, get him out” while hoping Tito does the right thing and just shoots old Yeller.
I will however continue to defend JD Drew, I’m not sure why yet, but I will.
It's taken a little bit of reflection and thought, but I think I can say that the end of the Sopranos worked for me. It could have been better, but it could have been worse, and it stayed within the basic themes for the show all along.
And in case Dunneski is still reading I won't ruin it for him.
I'm still not ready to talk about it completely but, with the NBA draft looming I still say the Celtics best bet is Corey Brewer. He's instantly the best perimeter defender, on the team and if Tony Allen can recover from knee surgery they'll have two lockdown defenders who have offensive skills.
Shawn Marion sucks, and I hope to god he doesn't become a Celtic, I'm a gambler by nature but I'd rather roll the dice and bet that the fifth overall pick will be a better value long term than any available veteran. If they're available in a trade its for a reason, and to be frank I trust Ainge's drafting, but his trades, that don't include future draft picks generally don't turn out well.
This is perhaps the best way to sum up the decline of quality basketball in the NBA, courtesy of Texas A&M's Joseph Jones.
"It's always been one of my dreams to come out early and continue to the next level."
Yeah, that's the kind of kid I'd want to recruit, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the answer he gave on his admission essay either, about his goals in life.
Lebron may be the second coming but he needs to get out of the east. He'd be averaging 40 a game in these finals if he just went to the basket in transition instead of pulling it out se we can run the 5 th grade rec play.
You know the play that's in every figurative playbook for fathers who coach their gifted sons. Usually the kid is the point guard, regardless of the fact he's 6-8 inches bigger than everyone else on the floor (Lebron?) opposing coaches try some sort of exotic trap defense as soon as he gets over half court, and the kid usually dribbles with his right hand to the corner, then tries to dribble out back to the middle once dad yells at him to get out of the corner. Eventually he heaves up a bad shot, or gets tired while driving to the basket and cant muster anything on the shot to get it up over the rim.
As a youth official I've watched this play run countless times this year, and at least now I know Mike Brown's previous coaching experience must have come in the Akron Biddy Ball league.
If I could get into the press room and ask one question to Lebron, it would simply be this. True or false, every time you dribble to your left, step back and attempt another ridiculous fall away jumper, is the Gatorade "Like Mike" song playing in your head, or are you singing it out loud?
I’m not going to lie, watching the video essay of the Spurs dominance at halftime tonight made me sick to my stomach. However, once the realization kicked in that I’ll probably be watching the same thing in 10 years, only with the Blazers made me throw up, and then cry a little.
It's only June and I am already enjoying the excessive national coverage of the Patriots, even more enjoying is the outrage across the country.
I will not tolerate anymore of this Randy Moss is going to ruin the chemistry of this team talk. I'm talking to you WEEI, and Mike Felger.
This is me turning my radio over to the CD player.
If Curt Schilling can be a horse every fifth day and a horse's ass the other four, why can't Moss at least be the same?
I'm excited for the U.S. Open this weekend, its by far my favorite golf tournament, mainly because I too can go from bunker to bunker, while hitting trees and losing my ball in the rough, just like the pros. It's a lot more fun to watch when there is an imminent threat of a guy shooting a seven and knocking himself right out of contention.
At the moment a man named Bubba Watson is among the leaderboard, I now have my rooting interest for the weekend.
I've enjoyed the live webcast while at work courtesy of the US Open website, but the fact the color guy's named Billy Ray, and the lead announcer has an thick southern drawl just seems a bit out of whack.
It makes me wonder if Davis Love Jr. is doing commentary of NASCAR events on their webs
Lastly, I was in the midst of a discussion this week about my favorite players from the 86 team, and felt the rest of this should be shared.
Marty is my dad's name and thus at 4 I thought that was cool.
Rice for all his bad writings was the nicest guy in the world, and friend of my dad's was friends with Rice, and had his home number so on occasion we'd call house and he'd talk to me about baseball, this went on for a couple years until I was six or seven.
He was awesome.
During the winter of 1986/87 I went to my grandparents every day for daycare, and every afternoon they would put on game 6 which they had on tape because they knew if I was watching baseball I'd be quiet and occupied.
It was 2 months of watching the same game, when I walked up to my grandfather, and asked, "How come the red sox never win?"
I know it’s been a while, but I figured by just fading to black for a couple weeks you could draw your own conclusions…
Seriously though, in the future, keep checking in and don’t stop believing…(I hope this is now stuck in your head the rest of the week like it was mine).
Ok seven and a half, I’m not really nervous, so much as just annoyed, I can’t stand listening to the banshees cry about how bad Lugo has been, at least he’s stealing bases and driving in runs.
I don’t want to hear about how Manny will hit, I just want him to do it now.
I can’t defend Coco Crisp anymore, each time he bats, I can still hear Hank Smith’s voice yelling “get him out, get him out” while hoping Tito does the right thing and just shoots old Yeller.
I will however continue to defend JD Drew, I’m not sure why yet, but I will.
It's taken a little bit of reflection and thought, but I think I can say that the end of the Sopranos worked for me. It could have been better, but it could have been worse, and it stayed within the basic themes for the show all along.
And in case Dunneski is still reading I won't ruin it for him.
I'm still not ready to talk about it completely but, with the NBA draft looming I still say the Celtics best bet is Corey Brewer. He's instantly the best perimeter defender, on the team and if Tony Allen can recover from knee surgery they'll have two lockdown defenders who have offensive skills.
Shawn Marion sucks, and I hope to god he doesn't become a Celtic, I'm a gambler by nature but I'd rather roll the dice and bet that the fifth overall pick will be a better value long term than any available veteran. If they're available in a trade its for a reason, and to be frank I trust Ainge's drafting, but his trades, that don't include future draft picks generally don't turn out well.
This is perhaps the best way to sum up the decline of quality basketball in the NBA, courtesy of Texas A&M's Joseph Jones.
"It's always been one of my dreams to come out early and continue to the next level."
Yeah, that's the kind of kid I'd want to recruit, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the answer he gave on his admission essay either, about his goals in life.
Lebron may be the second coming but he needs to get out of the east. He'd be averaging 40 a game in these finals if he just went to the basket in transition instead of pulling it out se we can run the 5 th grade rec play.
You know the play that's in every figurative playbook for fathers who coach their gifted sons. Usually the kid is the point guard, regardless of the fact he's 6-8 inches bigger than everyone else on the floor (Lebron?) opposing coaches try some sort of exotic trap defense as soon as he gets over half court, and the kid usually dribbles with his right hand to the corner, then tries to dribble out back to the middle once dad yells at him to get out of the corner. Eventually he heaves up a bad shot, or gets tired while driving to the basket and cant muster anything on the shot to get it up over the rim.
As a youth official I've watched this play run countless times this year, and at least now I know Mike Brown's previous coaching experience must have come in the Akron Biddy Ball league.
If I could get into the press room and ask one question to Lebron, it would simply be this. True or false, every time you dribble to your left, step back and attempt another ridiculous fall away jumper, is the Gatorade "Like Mike" song playing in your head, or are you singing it out loud?
I’m not going to lie, watching the video essay of the Spurs dominance at halftime tonight made me sick to my stomach. However, once the realization kicked in that I’ll probably be watching the same thing in 10 years, only with the Blazers made me throw up, and then cry a little.
It's only June and I am already enjoying the excessive national coverage of the Patriots, even more enjoying is the outrage across the country.
I will not tolerate anymore of this Randy Moss is going to ruin the chemistry of this team talk. I'm talking to you WEEI, and Mike Felger.
This is me turning my radio over to the CD player.
If Curt Schilling can be a horse every fifth day and a horse's ass the other four, why can't Moss at least be the same?
I'm excited for the U.S. Open this weekend, its by far my favorite golf tournament, mainly because I too can go from bunker to bunker, while hitting trees and losing my ball in the rough, just like the pros. It's a lot more fun to watch when there is an imminent threat of a guy shooting a seven and knocking himself right out of contention.
At the moment a man named Bubba Watson is among the leaderboard, I now have my rooting interest for the weekend.
I've enjoyed the live webcast while at work courtesy of the US Open website, but the fact the color guy's named Billy Ray, and the lead announcer has an thick southern drawl just seems a bit out of whack.
It makes me wonder if Davis Love Jr. is doing commentary of NASCAR events on their webs
Lastly, I was in the midst of a discussion this week about my favorite players from the 86 team, and felt the rest of this should be shared.
Marty is my dad's name and thus at 4 I thought that was cool.
Rice for all his bad writings was the nicest guy in the world, and friend of my dad's was friends with Rice, and had his home number so on occasion we'd call house and he'd talk to me about baseball, this went on for a couple years until I was six or seven.
He was awesome.
During the winter of 1986/87 I went to my grandparents every day for daycare, and every afternoon they would put on game 6 which they had on tape because they knew if I was watching baseball I'd be quiet and occupied.
It was 2 months of watching the same game, when I walked up to my grandfather, and asked, "How come the red sox never win?"
