Tossing batting practice….after taking some time off because the organizational imposed innings/words limit was rapidly approaching, and I needed to be ready for football/hoops/baseball playoffs.

Sorry for the extended absence, you can blame a number of factors, mainly my boss monitoring everything I do in a given day, along with the fact I’ve written 10,000 words on the Summit Conference for Blue Ribbon, and that has dominated much of my free time. Time management this last month has not been a strong point of mine.
I suppose its tough to juggle a job, five softball games a week, eight notebooks, and moving, while spending much of that time without a car. But alas my plight does not concern the masses. Thanks for those who voiced a concern.

Plus the month of July/August isn’t particularly that interesting, I don’t care any more about dogs than I did a month ago, though I hope Michael Vick is introduced to the rape machine in federal prison. I’m not shocked that an NBA ref might have been betting on the games. And Barry Bonds sucks. I still can’t believe I missed the home run though, after all the time and energy and money put into ordering the baseball package and watching west coast games involving an aging crappy, and boring team (except you Dave Roberts, you’re still the man).
I wanted to watch it to see how I truly felt when it happened, and well there wasn’t much change.

I am extremely proud of the fact I have not touched on any of those subjects at all in this space. (Donaghy may be revisited if anything further comes out).

Not much more can be said about the Pats demolition on Sunday, it was enjoyable, and I look forward to 15 more of these this season.

If the Patriots can manage to steal signs and turn it over that quickly to help them on the very next play, all in under 40 seconds. More power to them, and if you ain’t cheating you ain’t trying.
Instead of whining about it, why not mete out a little street justice. Or I don’t know change the signals up just a bit. If the Pats are known for doing this, then it should be easy to combat. Thumbs down means thumbs up, touching the left arm means what touching the right arm used too. Or quite simply tackle the f’in guy with the ball. Mangenius try that one in practice this week.

Every time the camera panned to Norv Turner on Sunday, I couldn’t help but think the Chargers had hired Dave Barry to coach the team and then write about it from a layman’s perspective.

Watching HBO’s Hard Knocks this summer made me glad that my parents never raised me a Jets or Chiefs fan. Herm Edwards cannot be mocked enough.

The sox are pretty boring to me at this point, just something to watch until Sunday rolls around again. September baseball is fairly boring in my eyes. The races are exciting, but too many teams are packing it up, and the names for the opponents become far less familiar. Plus a steady diet of Devil Rays, Orioles, and Blue Jays isn’t must see theatre.
The Yankees series will be fun (in theory) and thankfully the pats and Sox don’t go up against each other this weekend. But in general, September baseball is just a means to an end. I’m excited for October, and just wish the remainder of the preseason would end.

With that said I do miss my baseball package immensely, after having to give it up in my recent move. I haven’t slept well in 2 weeks without Vin Scully.

J.D. Drew, I’ve defended you and believed in you all year, but I quit. I’d rather watch Jacoby strike out rather pathetically on a fastball down the middle than watch you take another early count strike.
Please, go away and take Youkilis with you.
I wish Youk would hit just a bit down the stretch so we could trade him this winter for something more than a bag of balls. Too bad Oakland has nothing of value to get in return because I’m sure Billy Beane still loves him.


Clay Bucholz, Jacoby Ellsbury, I welcome you to my bordering on unhealthy man-crush (hyphenated or not? you make the call) club. The fact you are both younger than me is slightly depressing, and makes me further disturbed.

I am excited for the KG era with the Celtics…more on this when basketball matters again.

I really enjoy reading Charley Rosen’s take on all things NBA, so when he bashed the Celts for their free agent moves in the wake of the KG trade I was saddened, until I realized he graded everyone with a C or lower. It’s not so much the teams made bad moves, it’s that there quite simply wasn’t anyone to sign.

I know Mike Milbruy and Terry O’Reilly, and you sir Claude Julien are neither, I also know Robbie Ftorek, Dave Lewis,, Mike Sullivan, and Steve Kasper, and you appear to be more like them.
The best bet would have been for the Bruins to hire Jacques Demers, at least then he wouldn’t be able to read all the bad things written about him or the Bruins as they fail this season. (crossing the line?? Perhaps.)

There’s nothing quite like hearing four coaches who combined for almost 100 losses last year tell me this season was the best recruiting class in school history.
I really think George Hill is winning Summit Conference POY, but coming up with two forwards to put on the all-conference team in a guard dominated league…not particularly easy.

If the Women’s World Cup interrupts my morning viewing of Sportscenter one more time, well, I probably won’t do anything, but I’ll be pissed.

I might end up with two posts this week…check back