Tossing Batting practice while wondering what inning those “who’s your daddy” chants will officially become tiresome in the World Series…
Welcome back basketball, I missed you. Normally basketball is a sign of cold weather looming, but not anymore, now that I live in the South. (I could also get used to watching the World Series at an outdoor patio at night in late October)
I am excited for the Celtics being the biggest a-holes in the league, that should be entertaining. I’ve convinced myself that Rasheed Wallace is just misunderstood.
I’m also setting the over/under on technicals for the season on the C’s at 161. I will take the over.
I’d also make the prediction that the Celtics are whistled for more technical fouls as a team than Lebron James is whistled for personal fouls. James was among the least whistled player a year ago which I think should preclude you for being on the all-defensive team.
Anderson Varajao is what Bill Laimbeer would look like with tattoos and long hair.
The last two weeks for the Patriots is kinda like when Alabama plays Chattanooga in the middle of the SEC schedule just for a break. You can only play who’s on the schedule in the NFL but the fact the Pats went almost six quarters without allowing a point, while scoring 80 unanswered was hilarious.
I’m real glad there were no roughing the passer flags thrown against the Bucs, this way here we Pats fans were spared the obvious “God Save the Queen” jokes.
Mark McGwire, is going to be the Cardinals new hitting coach, I guess the Cardinals are going to forgo playing a National League schedule next year and go play that slow pitch softball home run tour of MLB ballparks.
I don’t get this one, I just don’t think of great hitter when I think of McGwire, I mean steroid jokes aside he hit .300 once, and averaged close to a strikeout per game for his career.
Chone Figgins, is quite possibly the worst postseason hitter ever. Every single year the Angles are in the playoffs, and every year he’s listed as being the difference maker, well this October he was a robust 3-35.
Speaking of overrated, at least if I have to suffer through the Yanks winning I hope the myth that Mike Socisia is the best manager in baseball can finally be dispelled. He managed that series like he still suffered the lingering effects of acute radiation poisoning from the Springfield nuclear power plant.
He manages aggressively, and I have no problem with that, but the media treats him like he’s reinventing the sport by bunting, and using the hit and run, when in reality his teams run into outs, have no patience at the plate, and fold in big moments.
Welcome back shitty Brett Favre, and just a shade early this season, last year he waited til Thanksgiving to suck, but with him coming out and seeing his shadow at Heinz field does that mean we only have six more weeks of Vikings playoff talk?
Hey Mangini, are you sure you don’t want to take some toxic waste off the hands of the good folks from the state of New Jersey? The Braylon Edwards deal was a sham even Al Davis cringed at.
The NY Metro area hasn’t seen such a one sided deal go in their favor since the Dutch bought Manhattan for $25 worth of beads. Hats off to the Jets though, they played Mangenius like an unwitting Indian chief being extolled the virtues of Oklahoma as its new luxurious home.
Oh, I get it a 35 year old shortstop coming off a couple injury plagued sub-par seasons rededicates himself in the offseason and has a career year, and it was just the new trainer and workout regiment huh?
I remember when I saw that article the first time, in 2001 and it marveled at how hard Victor Conte had trained Barry Bonds for the rigors of a 162 game season.
Congratulations to Scott Kazmir for winning the Joe Nathan award given to the pitcher who looks so bad on the brightest stage against the Yankees that the only logical explanation is a boat load of gambling debts to some guy named Vinnie “The ambiguous body part” from Brooklyn.
Someday someone somewhere will explain to me how Andy Pettite is good. He throws one pitch a cutter, that couldn’t break a pane of glass, and a curveball in the dirt, yet every postseason he looks like the reincarnation of Warren Spahn.
I guess the newest “shipment” comes in around late September for him every year.
Lastly, a happy anniversary to all the Sox fans reading this. Five years ago tonight our lives changed profoundly for the better. Everyone from Mark Bellhorn, to Keith Foulke deserves our undying gratitude for lifting a weight off the shoulders of all of us.
October 27th, 2004 will always live among the happiest moments of my life.
One thing I will never forget is working the day shift at the Globe the next day. Now usually an afternoon shift allowed me to do some homework, shoot the breeze with people, show up late and leave early. But on this day the phone rang off the hook all day long like it was Friday night during high school football season. Calls came in from around the country, almost none of whome were redsox fans before last week, congratulating me on "my historic win" and telling me how hard they rooted for us, and seeing us win made them so happy. At first I tried to explain, how I all I did was crack open a bottle of champagne after the game nearly dousing a Boston cop before intelligence prevailed, but it was too much so I just let the accolades and congraulations pour in. It was truly amazing, even more so now that the rest of America hates us.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Not tossing batting practice today, instead we’re moving the chains in a special college football themed post live from the land of plaid fedoras and Forest Gump….Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
One of my goals in moving to the South has been to make sure I take the opportunity to experience as many things I possibly can that I otherwise wouldn’t do back home. That’s how I wound up at the final round of the Masters in April, and it’s what brought me to the Mecca of College Football in the south this weekend, the home of the Crimson Tide.
I was an Alabama fan as a kid, the first season I remember watching college football was the last time they won the title and I rooted for that team all year. I was thrilled when Jay Barker got drafted by the Pats, until it was determined he truly did suck. Having lived in Georgia for almost a year I’ve grown to be rather anti-Bulldog. The fans here are fanatical but they hold a higher opinion of themselves and their program than they should since they haven’t won much. As a result I enjoy going the other way and rooting for Alabama, besides Nick Saban is a friend of Football Jesus, and any friend of Bill Belichick is a friend of mine.
So today I’m on a mission to scout future Patriots looking for the next Randall Gay or Jarvis Green.
One of my friends that I play ball with down here is an Alabama alum, one of the original “Never Graduate” types, who majored in football for seven years before being asked to leave with a degree. Lots of people go to college for seven years, but in Alabama they aren’t called doctors or lawyers.
When the opportunity arose for us to go to Saturday’s game we figured we’d be stupid not too.
As far as opposing backgrounds go it doesn’t get much more different than my Redneck Sherpa and me.
He grew up in a small town in rural Alabama, indoctrinated in Crimson upon birth, with an affinity Nascar and all things that encompass southern living.
I of course am none of that. But regardless it makes for a good time when we get together.
I am greeted by Joe Willie at about 10 in the morning clad in a red number 12 Tide jersey and a Bear Bryant Fedora, for someone working on no sleep he is remarkably fired up.
The number 12 is sacred in Alabama apparently, they are the 12 time national champions, and it’s generally the quarterback’s number including Bama legend, Joe Willie Namath.
We departed Atlanta shortly thereafter figuring on a three hour trip, a scant 32 minutes later after a beer run, I’ve cracked open my first adult beverage of the day. This is going to be one interesting day.
Shortly after 11 we’ve crossed into Alabama “Feel your IQ drop 50 points?” I am asked. Instead, I went the other way and immediately felt smarter than I had an eighth of a mile ago.
Twenty minutes later we drive by Talladega Motor Speedway, and while I’m not that impressed it made for 10 minutes of Ricky Bobby jokes. Joe Willie is paying homage to the Nascar cathedral and all its aura that to me is just a damned field with a massive amount of portajohns that seems a little out of place.
On the other side of Birmingham we make a brief stop in a place called Hueytown, it’s apparently home to the Alabama Gang, which I’m thinking is the southern version of the bloods or crips, but in fact it was a Nascar Pit Crew. (I don’t really have a joke here, I think the fact a bunch of glorified Speedee Mechanics are memorialized on a plaque as you enter the town sort of speaks for itself)
Thirty miles from Tuscaloosa and Joe Willie has been taunting folks with South Carolina license plates, this is not as funny as it was two and a half hours ago.
However, an SUV drives by with personalized Alabama plates, that says CYAJPW. A slap in the face to the quarterback of the previous three years John Parker Wilson.
Only in this state will people taunt college kids for their perceived shortcomings. Apparently bringing the program back to prominence and an SEC title game and a Sugar Bowl was not enough for John Parker Wilson to not be.
These people have leaped past the threshold of passionate and gone right into outright overzealous fanaticism.
I’d hate to see what they think of the current signal caller, who looks a tad bit overwhelmed at times to put it mildly.
We get to campus, and of course the first thing I go to see is the softball field. (leave your petty cheap shots in the comments)
Like most colleges if you donate enough money they’ll name a building after you, but if you’re the defensive coordinator of a national championship team, you get an entire main road on campus named in your honor.
I’ve been here 10 minutes an already got into an argument over what’s a better accomplishment, a national championship or a super bowl.
The campus itself looks exactly like Harvard if you put it in a southern town with enough space to continuously expand until they reach the Mississippi border. Lots of red brick buildings everywhere.
We get to a quiet bar to watch some of the Florida and USC games. I order my beer and get the evil eye from the bartender like I’m Reggie Hammond in the redneck bar in 48 hours. This is not the friendly atmosphere of Cheers.
It’s rather cold today about 48 degrees with a very stiff wind, but while I’m a little chilly in shorts and a sweatshirt most of the fans are dressed like for a January (or maybe even October from what I saw on tv today) game in Foxboro.
It’s game time so we head to the stadium, it’s an absolute Monument to the game. A short walk down Bear Bryant Ave and we’re into the stadium right on the field. Looking up and seeing the entire stadium from field level is a little overwhelming. I’ve never seen that many people in my life in one place, and it’s pretty damn cool.
The first Forest Gump joke is made just before kickoff, “and after five years of football I got myself a college degree.”
The Tide runs back an interception for a touchdown before I’ve even got to my seats 50 rows from the field on the 20 yard line. (If you’re going to do a once in a lifetime game, spend the extra money for a good ticket, it’s way worth it).
After Alabama QB Greg McElroy does his best Tony Easy impression the natives are getting restless about the Tide’s listless passing attack. “We aint had a quarterback in 40 years quit throwin the dang ball,” is uttered from my section.
With Mark Ingram in the backfield that seems like an astute observation.
Alabama finally picks up a first down. Most stadiums have some sort of chant the entire crowd does, and Bryant-Denny Stadium is no different, however when you hear 92,000 southern accents shout Roll Tide! In unison its pretty damn funny and cool.
Speaking of damn, I get a couple of dirty looks for yelling “Jesus Christ” and then later on “goddamn it” after a couple failed third down conversions.
By the way there are three churches that are directly across the street from the stadium on different street corners.
You know you've gotten old when college bands are playing songs of your childhood; In this case we get basket case by green day before a field goal attempt by South Carolina.
On the whole Alabama gets high marks from me because it has four or five different songs in its rotation, so while they’re catchy they aren’t burned in your brain like that “glory glory to old Georgia” crap.
92,000 people just sang Lynard Skynard in unison, I’m a weeee bit intoxicated, but I do not need my gps to remind me I’m still in Alabama. (Every time I have written or said the word Alabama for the last two days its sounded like Forest when he’s commanding Jenny to come back to Greenbow, AlaBAMA!!!!) Thanks Joe Willie.
It’s halftime, I’m cranky because I can’t get a beer since its an NCAA event, so to the frat kid in the blue blazer who forearmed me in the back five times while trying to walk and text, well I’m sorry I threatened to slit your throat if you bumped me one more time. Wait, no I’m not that felt good, especially since I’m not even remotely a tough guy, but he looked like he’d pissed himself.
The second half starts and the Tide is putting the FOOT in football more punts and field goals on both sides, they should just go to penalty kicks now. It hasn’t even been excellent midfield play.
We get the loudest cheer of the night early in the fourth quarter when its announced that Auburn has lost to Kentucky.
Ingram runs for his only touchdown of the night (I am shocked to learn he rolled up 245 yards rushing, I wasn’t that drunk I don’t think, but if there’s such a thing as a quiet 240 yards of rushing, well until he broke the one that set up the final touchdown he was having said quiet night)
The clock is winding out and the band has started playing the victory song, Rammer Jammer.
If you’ve never heard it go listen, its like a musical victory cigar, rolled into a middle finger. It’s like a football version of the SIEVE chant!
“Hey Gamecocks! We just beat the hell out of you! Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer give em hell Alabama”
Lather, rinse, and repeat the lyrics about five more times. Like I said, it was pretty damn cool.
With the buzz starting to wear off its back to the gas station for more beer while we walk back seemingly to Huntsville where the car is parked. This leads to more drinking and the realization I have only eaten pop tarts and a pretzel today.
We stop at Krystal, a southern burger joint that’s all over the place. While its not chocolate chip pancakes at the South street diner, or even super sized steroid pizza slices from NYP but the Krystal mini burgers were absolutely phenomenal.
It’s about 2am and the day doesn’t really feel like its ended, There’s a gap of about three hours I cant account for, I think I was napping in the car in a motel parking lot (finding a hotel room of any kind on game weekend takes an act of god, plan accordingly). I awaken at about 6am crack open a beer and begin the journey back to Georgia cursing the brightness of the sun.
Overall since I have no personal attachment to a college football team, and I hate the BCS system but as a true sports fan I can appreciate the fanaticism and its easy to get caught up in it. I’m sure if I went to an English Premier League match I’d dive head first into that too. But if you fancy yourself a football fan, and a sports fan in general spending a fall Saturday in SEC college town should be on every fan’s bucket list. I’ve now crossed off football in Tuscaloosa.
ROLL TIDE!?!?!???!?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tossing batting practice…like a dumb redneck closer who’s mouthed off a few too many times for my own good, before watching it implode in one fell swoop…
Well yesterday sucked on a level that I can’t remember in a long time….I guess I’ll just have to remember October 2004 when I went to game 2 of the World Series, and the Pats beat the Jets, in the words of Chris Farley: “That….was…..AWESOME!!!!”
Here's a better thought...Remember when the Yankees DIDN'T celebrate winning A playoff series?
A day like Sunday definitely sucks twice as much living in a different region. NOBODY feels bad for you, or offers sympathy. I even had a friggen Orioles fan send me a taunting text message.
However, this is Atlanta for you: In a bar with the Sunday Ticket, and the Falcons score a Touchdown Sunday, and only ONE person in the entire bar cheers.
I think the one guy cheering had something to do with BCS margin of victory points.
I know this sounds like sour grapes, but I’ve thought about this for a while (save for that Johnny Damon homer in the Bronx in August off Bard) but the Patriot thing to do with Papelbon right now is trade him this winter/
He’ll certainly get a decent return, and while it wont be the popular move getting value for him before wouldn’t be the worst thing to do.
Why not bring back Wagner as the closer, while also allowing Daniel Bard to be the 8th inning guy/closer if Wags has to pitch on consecutive nights? It’s more like a closer by Duo, as opposed to committee or quorum.
Or maybe Papelbon is just taking the Mariano Rivera career path, totally botch a save situation that costs your team a series only to bounce back as the dominant closer in the game.
If we ever get up 3-0 in a series though I implore you Tito, use someone else.
Is Big Papi going to have to legally change his name to “Ortiz Strikesout” during the winter?
It’s probably still too early to do a postmortem on this year’s sox team, but in the land of instant information I’m going to attempt a brief autopsy from a fan’s perspective.
Having watched this team daily from a long distance all season, I have to say this was the most unlikable Sox team since 2001.
The players definitely had a 25 guys 25 cabs feel to it, only further solidified by the piece in the Globe about alleged team leader Kevin Youkilis last week.
This team never really jelled, despite Victor Martinez’s best efforts, and never really seemed like they liked playing with each other.
Maybe I missed a few things being a thousand miles away all season, but I never found a connection to these guys, it was definitely the laundry that kept me interested all season long.
As I’ve said before, I’d root for Satan if he ever left the Yankees and signed with the Sox.
They never seemed to respond to adversity, something that was a staple of Red Sox teams of this decade, it seems like a disapointing way to end the most wildly sucessful decade in team history.
It was a shame to blow a chance with such good young pitching in its prime, but in the end, this was a flawed team from the start, who struggled to hit competent American League pitching all season long. The Orioles didn’t show up to play in October, and thus the Sox were shown to be what they were, a team who could hit in Fenway, but struggled on the road.
Bill Parcells used to say you are what your record says you are, and I always believed that to be true. Until this year.
The sox probably weren’t a playoff team in most years, but the fact that the Central was brutal, Texas fell off the map in September, and Tampa packed in the season around the trade deadline, all contributed to the Sox entering the postseason by default.
And much like 2005 when a similar occurrence happened the Sox went out listlessly.
It will say they were a 95 win team, but I think if you watched enough games (I think I logged 130ish, hey I was lonely and broke in Deliverance) you'd agree.
If nothing else came of this week I’m glad someone on the sox feels the same way about Youk as I do, I just wish he had gone on the record, so I could by him a beer.
I’d like to be encouraged by the hope that the owners usually go balls to the wall after a bitter disappointment like this, but the free agent market is beyond brutal. So unless there’s a voodoo practicing Cuban looking for religious freedom, or a reliever who spent this summer in the California Penal League, or Willie Mays Hayes out there I don’t know about I’d be very weary of a turnaround year.
I want to analyze the Pats game more, but honestly, I think the words of Ron Burgundy, “that escalated really quickly.”
The combination of alcohol, my buddy the Falcons fan, and the fact the Pats never really looked in danger until the final five minutes left me not watching intensely.
However, I think we can safely say the absence of Fred Taylor hurt. The defense is still good, but not great. And lastly Brady is going to continue to play like Scott Secules every time the Patriots play in the throwback unis.
I don’t care what the fine is, the Patriots should refuse to play in those AFL throwbacks the rest of the year.
I mean sure they look cool, but there is nothing in the history of the franchise worth celebrating that hasn’t happened in the last 10 years, and they play like S*^! everytime they wear them.
In the end, I’ll chalk this one up to the fact we just never play well in Denver, I mean if it weren’t for a purposeful safety and a fluke poor KO return, the Patriots would still be winless in Denver since Nixon was president the first time.
I understand there are a lot of great things about Albert Pujols, but I don’t think the term “high motor” will ever be used to describe him. His hustle down the line makes Manny look like Jacoby Ellsbury when he grounds out. However if Manny moved like that he’d be an affront to the game and every pundit would rail him.
It was good to hear Don Orsillo on a national broadcast, he’s gone from Sox Appeal promos to George Lopez show promos, I’m not sure if that’s a promotion or not. Give him credit he voices each one with an aplomb that makes me think he believes in them.
Mike Lowell has become the white Jim Rice, at least in regards to his ability to hit into double plays. I root for popups and strikeouts when he comes up with a runner on.
Im glad the series is over so I don’t have to endure anymore Bobby Abreu at-bats. Yeah Theo we had no use for a guy who wears out pitching and is seemingly always on base last offseason, great f’in call.
Well yesterday sucked on a level that I can’t remember in a long time….I guess I’ll just have to remember October 2004 when I went to game 2 of the World Series, and the Pats beat the Jets, in the words of Chris Farley: “That….was…..AWESOME!!!!”
Here's a better thought...Remember when the Yankees DIDN'T celebrate winning A playoff series?
A day like Sunday definitely sucks twice as much living in a different region. NOBODY feels bad for you, or offers sympathy. I even had a friggen Orioles fan send me a taunting text message.
However, this is Atlanta for you: In a bar with the Sunday Ticket, and the Falcons score a Touchdown Sunday, and only ONE person in the entire bar cheers.
I think the one guy cheering had something to do with BCS margin of victory points.
I know this sounds like sour grapes, but I’ve thought about this for a while (save for that Johnny Damon homer in the Bronx in August off Bard) but the Patriot thing to do with Papelbon right now is trade him this winter/
He’ll certainly get a decent return, and while it wont be the popular move getting value for him before wouldn’t be the worst thing to do.
Why not bring back Wagner as the closer, while also allowing Daniel Bard to be the 8th inning guy/closer if Wags has to pitch on consecutive nights? It’s more like a closer by Duo, as opposed to committee or quorum.
Or maybe Papelbon is just taking the Mariano Rivera career path, totally botch a save situation that costs your team a series only to bounce back as the dominant closer in the game.
If we ever get up 3-0 in a series though I implore you Tito, use someone else.
Is Big Papi going to have to legally change his name to “Ortiz Strikesout” during the winter?
It’s probably still too early to do a postmortem on this year’s sox team, but in the land of instant information I’m going to attempt a brief autopsy from a fan’s perspective.
Having watched this team daily from a long distance all season, I have to say this was the most unlikable Sox team since 2001.
The players definitely had a 25 guys 25 cabs feel to it, only further solidified by the piece in the Globe about alleged team leader Kevin Youkilis last week.
This team never really jelled, despite Victor Martinez’s best efforts, and never really seemed like they liked playing with each other.
Maybe I missed a few things being a thousand miles away all season, but I never found a connection to these guys, it was definitely the laundry that kept me interested all season long.
As I’ve said before, I’d root for Satan if he ever left the Yankees and signed with the Sox.
They never seemed to respond to adversity, something that was a staple of Red Sox teams of this decade, it seems like a disapointing way to end the most wildly sucessful decade in team history.
It was a shame to blow a chance with such good young pitching in its prime, but in the end, this was a flawed team from the start, who struggled to hit competent American League pitching all season long. The Orioles didn’t show up to play in October, and thus the Sox were shown to be what they were, a team who could hit in Fenway, but struggled on the road.
Bill Parcells used to say you are what your record says you are, and I always believed that to be true. Until this year.
The sox probably weren’t a playoff team in most years, but the fact that the Central was brutal, Texas fell off the map in September, and Tampa packed in the season around the trade deadline, all contributed to the Sox entering the postseason by default.
And much like 2005 when a similar occurrence happened the Sox went out listlessly.
It will say they were a 95 win team, but I think if you watched enough games (I think I logged 130ish, hey I was lonely and broke in Deliverance) you'd agree.
If nothing else came of this week I’m glad someone on the sox feels the same way about Youk as I do, I just wish he had gone on the record, so I could by him a beer.
I’d like to be encouraged by the hope that the owners usually go balls to the wall after a bitter disappointment like this, but the free agent market is beyond brutal. So unless there’s a voodoo practicing Cuban looking for religious freedom, or a reliever who spent this summer in the California Penal League, or Willie Mays Hayes out there I don’t know about I’d be very weary of a turnaround year.
I want to analyze the Pats game more, but honestly, I think the words of Ron Burgundy, “that escalated really quickly.”
The combination of alcohol, my buddy the Falcons fan, and the fact the Pats never really looked in danger until the final five minutes left me not watching intensely.
However, I think we can safely say the absence of Fred Taylor hurt. The defense is still good, but not great. And lastly Brady is going to continue to play like Scott Secules every time the Patriots play in the throwback unis.
I don’t care what the fine is, the Patriots should refuse to play in those AFL throwbacks the rest of the year.
I mean sure they look cool, but there is nothing in the history of the franchise worth celebrating that hasn’t happened in the last 10 years, and they play like S*^! everytime they wear them.
In the end, I’ll chalk this one up to the fact we just never play well in Denver, I mean if it weren’t for a purposeful safety and a fluke poor KO return, the Patriots would still be winless in Denver since Nixon was president the first time.
I understand there are a lot of great things about Albert Pujols, but I don’t think the term “high motor” will ever be used to describe him. His hustle down the line makes Manny look like Jacoby Ellsbury when he grounds out. However if Manny moved like that he’d be an affront to the game and every pundit would rail him.
It was good to hear Don Orsillo on a national broadcast, he’s gone from Sox Appeal promos to George Lopez show promos, I’m not sure if that’s a promotion or not. Give him credit he voices each one with an aplomb that makes me think he believes in them.
Mike Lowell has become the white Jim Rice, at least in regards to his ability to hit into double plays. I root for popups and strikeouts when he comes up with a runner on.
Im glad the series is over so I don’t have to endure anymore Bobby Abreu at-bats. Yeah Theo we had no use for a guy who wears out pitching and is seemingly always on base last offseason, great f’in call.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tossing batting practice…while wondering if HBO could do a Sixth Season of the Wire, focusing on Ray Lewis and his violent gang of miscreant Ravens.
Growing up I’ve been taught that it’s always better to be lucky than good. During this century following the Pats that has never been more apropos from the Tuck Rule that benefitted us, to the damned helmet catch that killed us. Well I’m thankful that luck was on our side Sunday as Michael Clayton dropped that fourth down pass.
Couldn’t have happened to a nice scumbag either. It was Clayton who sent me into fantasy football retirement last year when he fumbled a pass forward two yards, giving him the half point needed to beat me in the playoffs costing my unemployed ass a large sum of money.
Like Billy Beane once said, my job is to get the team to the playoffs after that it’s all f’in luck.
Defensively the Patriots is sounding better every day, but since I was listening to Gil and Gino via my cell phone I can’t give much further analysis on Sunday’s win. Couldn’t even tell you how they looked.
To score 27 points on Avon Barksdale’s defense is definitely encouraging, but I think the loss of Stringer Bell to the Jets leaves them working more on street rep than actual current ability.
With the Patriots holding Baltimore’s new high flying offense to 14 points it kind of makes them a little bit like Marlo Stanfield, the young hungry group ready to take over the streets.
Ok I’ll stop with the vague HBO references, but the Orioles suck too much to make references to the Wire, unless you want to compare their decline to that of the decaying Baltimore School system, so I have to get them all out against the Ravens.
And like Bill Simmons said the other day, if you haven’t ever watched The Wire you should be ashamed of yourself. Listening to the Pats radio duo was a nice touch of feeling at home, but as far as actually getting pertinent information about the game, well Im just glad the little NFL scoreboard on my phone kept down, distance, and yard line accurately for me.
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I really didn't care whether the Olympics came to Chicago until the IOC just bitch slapped the US and Obama with that sham of a vote.
Newsflash Europe this was the guy you wanted elected and you just gave his detractors more ammo for criticism, you better hope the republican right doesn't elect Sarah Palin or else the 2016 Olympics will just be the US and remaining occupied continents that haven't been nuked as the result of it being the wrong time of month.
Given the way the IOC just openly despises America, it may be time to throw our economic weight around again, even if we have slimmed down lately like an anorexic high school cheerleader.
Let's boycott again only instead of for political purposes we just do it as a reminder that the Olympics only succeeds even remotely on a financial level because they need us, and the money we generate as a country a hell of a lot more than they realize, or we really need them.
I say we do it in 2012 when it’s in London, screw Europe and who wants to spend a month in a gloomy city of tea drinking elitists, sorry Limey but it had to be said.
I will continue to hate the IOC and most everything about Europe until softball is reinstated as an Olympic sport. Just because Europeans lack any sort of ability to catch and throw the rest of the world shouldn't be punished.
Larry Legend was in the house for the WNBA finals in Indiana last week, I won't make a joke out of fear of getting struck by lightning, but it’s good to see championship basketball being played in the Hoosier state again, even if it is women.
(Ducking bolts, swatting away pestilence)
Congratulations to the Yankees for clinching the ALDS last night. With the Twins winning the only thing the Yanks have to worry about is avoiding the dreaded champagne in the eyes injury to any major players during the celebration this weekend.
It turns out I was actually at the last game the Twins beat the Yanks in the Stadium. That was two years ago, but seems so much longer. It was three apartments, two states, and two careers ago in my lifetime, when Johan Santana topped Moose on a sticky Fourth of July while myself, JT and Joe College himself tried to shake a ridiculous hangover courtesy of the previous night’s social activities.
My playoff opening round predictions are as follows, bear in mind I was only 3-6 in predicting Division Champs in April, and the three non champs I predicted finished last, or second to last in their respective divisions, so I can be spectacularly wrong.
Yanks in 4….The hot air in the Metrodome courtesy of Brett Favre is sucked out, in much the same way Favre will suck out his welcome after Thanksgiving. The Twins have done it with smoke and mirrors all year, well the Yankees are the a-hole (or Dwight Schrute) in the audience who points out how the trick is done. Traditionally the hot team usually doesn’t keep it going in the postseason, the 2007 Rockies not withstanding, but they were on a historical hot streak.
St. Louis in 3….The Dodgers just aren’t good, they haven’t really been all year, trust me I saw more Dodger games than any other team besides the Sox. Their pitching is mediocre and their bullpen is close to shot thanks to the Vaudeville Hook Joe Torre.
The Cardinals have a great 1-2, but they are more than ok with relying on Joel Pinerio as their third starter.
Philadelphia in 4…One of my few correct preseason predictions, was that “I’m pretty sure Brad Lidge won’t be perfect again.”
I want to pick against the Phillies, but the fact the NL West sucked all year, only slightly more than the NL East sucked gives the Phillies the nod here. That and they have better pitching, but I am kinda hoping for one last Lidge implosion on a national stage, this way Philly fans are adequately prepared for Donovan McNabb’s inevitable meltdown later this year. Last year’s choke job in the NFC title game sort of caught them all by surprise for some strange reasons.
Angels in 5… As for the Sox, well I just think eventually the curse of Donnie Moore has to be lifted. The fact there is a permanent green light at second base for runners gives the Angels a huge advantage provided they can get runners on. I think the wild card is Kazmir, who has pitched well for Anaheim, and has owned the Sox. Because of him, I think the Angels split at Fenway, so the Sox need at least a split in Anaheim, I see that occurring, but in the end this game five just doesn’t go their way. All year long the Sox have struggled to hit and score runs against good pitching, sadly Baltimore, isn’t on the schedule this month.
If they can’t get into Anaheim’s bullpen this will be a frustrating series, a microcosm of the season as a whole.
Growing up I’ve been taught that it’s always better to be lucky than good. During this century following the Pats that has never been more apropos from the Tuck Rule that benefitted us, to the damned helmet catch that killed us. Well I’m thankful that luck was on our side Sunday as Michael Clayton dropped that fourth down pass.
Couldn’t have happened to a nice scumbag either. It was Clayton who sent me into fantasy football retirement last year when he fumbled a pass forward two yards, giving him the half point needed to beat me in the playoffs costing my unemployed ass a large sum of money.
Like Billy Beane once said, my job is to get the team to the playoffs after that it’s all f’in luck.
Defensively the Patriots is sounding better every day, but since I was listening to Gil and Gino via my cell phone I can’t give much further analysis on Sunday’s win. Couldn’t even tell you how they looked.
To score 27 points on Avon Barksdale’s defense is definitely encouraging, but I think the loss of Stringer Bell to the Jets leaves them working more on street rep than actual current ability.
With the Patriots holding Baltimore’s new high flying offense to 14 points it kind of makes them a little bit like Marlo Stanfield, the young hungry group ready to take over the streets.
Ok I’ll stop with the vague HBO references, but the Orioles suck too much to make references to the Wire, unless you want to compare their decline to that of the decaying Baltimore School system, so I have to get them all out against the Ravens.
And like Bill Simmons said the other day, if you haven’t ever watched The Wire you should be ashamed of yourself. Listening to the Pats radio duo was a nice touch of feeling at home, but as far as actually getting pertinent information about the game, well Im just glad the little NFL scoreboard on my phone kept down, distance, and yard line accurately for me.
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I really didn't care whether the Olympics came to Chicago until the IOC just bitch slapped the US and Obama with that sham of a vote.
Newsflash Europe this was the guy you wanted elected and you just gave his detractors more ammo for criticism, you better hope the republican right doesn't elect Sarah Palin or else the 2016 Olympics will just be the US and remaining occupied continents that haven't been nuked as the result of it being the wrong time of month.
Given the way the IOC just openly despises America, it may be time to throw our economic weight around again, even if we have slimmed down lately like an anorexic high school cheerleader.
Let's boycott again only instead of for political purposes we just do it as a reminder that the Olympics only succeeds even remotely on a financial level because they need us, and the money we generate as a country a hell of a lot more than they realize, or we really need them.
I say we do it in 2012 when it’s in London, screw Europe and who wants to spend a month in a gloomy city of tea drinking elitists, sorry Limey but it had to be said.
I will continue to hate the IOC and most everything about Europe until softball is reinstated as an Olympic sport. Just because Europeans lack any sort of ability to catch and throw the rest of the world shouldn't be punished.
Larry Legend was in the house for the WNBA finals in Indiana last week, I won't make a joke out of fear of getting struck by lightning, but it’s good to see championship basketball being played in the Hoosier state again, even if it is women.
(Ducking bolts, swatting away pestilence)
Congratulations to the Yankees for clinching the ALDS last night. With the Twins winning the only thing the Yanks have to worry about is avoiding the dreaded champagne in the eyes injury to any major players during the celebration this weekend.
It turns out I was actually at the last game the Twins beat the Yanks in the Stadium. That was two years ago, but seems so much longer. It was three apartments, two states, and two careers ago in my lifetime, when Johan Santana topped Moose on a sticky Fourth of July while myself, JT and Joe College himself tried to shake a ridiculous hangover courtesy of the previous night’s social activities.
My playoff opening round predictions are as follows, bear in mind I was only 3-6 in predicting Division Champs in April, and the three non champs I predicted finished last, or second to last in their respective divisions, so I can be spectacularly wrong.
Yanks in 4….The hot air in the Metrodome courtesy of Brett Favre is sucked out, in much the same way Favre will suck out his welcome after Thanksgiving. The Twins have done it with smoke and mirrors all year, well the Yankees are the a-hole (or Dwight Schrute) in the audience who points out how the trick is done. Traditionally the hot team usually doesn’t keep it going in the postseason, the 2007 Rockies not withstanding, but they were on a historical hot streak.
St. Louis in 3….The Dodgers just aren’t good, they haven’t really been all year, trust me I saw more Dodger games than any other team besides the Sox. Their pitching is mediocre and their bullpen is close to shot thanks to the Vaudeville Hook Joe Torre.
The Cardinals have a great 1-2, but they are more than ok with relying on Joel Pinerio as their third starter.
Philadelphia in 4…One of my few correct preseason predictions, was that “I’m pretty sure Brad Lidge won’t be perfect again.”
I want to pick against the Phillies, but the fact the NL West sucked all year, only slightly more than the NL East sucked gives the Phillies the nod here. That and they have better pitching, but I am kinda hoping for one last Lidge implosion on a national stage, this way Philly fans are adequately prepared for Donovan McNabb’s inevitable meltdown later this year. Last year’s choke job in the NFC title game sort of caught them all by surprise for some strange reasons.
Angels in 5… As for the Sox, well I just think eventually the curse of Donnie Moore has to be lifted. The fact there is a permanent green light at second base for runners gives the Angels a huge advantage provided they can get runners on. I think the wild card is Kazmir, who has pitched well for Anaheim, and has owned the Sox. Because of him, I think the Angels split at Fenway, so the Sox need at least a split in Anaheim, I see that occurring, but in the end this game five just doesn’t go their way. All year long the Sox have struggled to hit and score runs against good pitching, sadly Baltimore, isn’t on the schedule this month.
If they can’t get into Anaheim’s bullpen this will be a frustrating series, a microcosm of the season as a whole.
