Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Friday, July 25, 2008
My goodness....
First a fight in the WNBA and then in a Single A baseball game. In these troubled times, It is great that sports fans can enjoy the civility of NFL Training camp. With that said, if the world of science has actually created a piss test for HGH, get ready for the NFL to regress into the 1960's.....Just another reason to watch soccer....
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Hold the Glue
The first four hours of the Belmont Stakes were wonderful. It was the perfect place for my first horse race. I found a sweet spot that gave me a 180 degree view of the final 200 yards. The spot was so sweet that I was not going to be able to move. So there I stood, against a railing looking out at the second deck of the venue. From 12:00 to 4:00, I really enjoyed myself. There was a bit a breeze, I was in the shade, and there was a sense that good things were happening all over the park.
Then things changed. Despite being totally stoked about the upcoming Belmont Stakes, the races got further apart. 45 minutes of standing between races started to wear on me. My horses started loosing with New York Knicks like consistency. It would have been fine to go grab some food or place another bet, but I couldn’t move. Soon, I would turn around and see ten people standing behind me. News of a Yankees comeback trickled through the crowd. The mood started to turn.
By 6:00 I was on fumes. The crowd went crazy each time Big Brown was on the two jumbotrons set up on the infield. The pomp and circumstance of the big race was lost on me. Everyone was standing, everyone was plastered, and I was on my toes. For the first half of the race the crowd was optimistic, ready to go crazy for Big Brown. With the horse loosing momentum, the jockey pulled up. Instead of the site of Big Brown dashing toward victory, I saw a defeated horse slowly galloping to a chorus of boos as it crossed the finish line dead last. Some people cried fix, others wondered out loud if the horse was hurt and should have raced at all. I picked up my bag and sloshed to a food stand. I was spent. Six hours in that kind of heat has been known to kill the elderly. As I sat down to eat and check my bets, the silence of the park was defining. It is tough to make 125,000 people quiet. I didn’t care who won the race. When Big Brown pulled up I thought the day had come to a disastrous conclusion because the horse that couldn’t loose had lost. I was naive. The real race was the trip home.
I went back to the second deck. With so many people dashing to trains, I could sit down. I figured if I left after the last race I could easily grab a train. I was wrong. Me and 75,000 of my best friends stayed. I wondered through an ecological disaster. I had gotten word around 3:00 that the bathrooms had been closed and people had started pissing on the doors. The garbage inside the park was only equaled by what had been left outside. If that Native American guy was there he would have spontaneously combusted. I walked out of the park a tired free man, only to be herded like cattle. Within 25 minutes I was able to get to a train, only to be forced to stand. This would not have been terrible if the train had departed on time. We waited for 45 minutes before leaving. It was a Seinfeld episode. So much for the ridiculous “trains will leave every 15 minutes” rhetoric of the state of New York. This was followed by a mad dash through the steamy subways of NYC. That place deserves its own reality show, “Survivor: NYC Subway System” I was able to get back to Grand Central Station a little after 10:00 and hopped on the train to New Haven. Two and a half hours later I was home; I regained my humanity, but was out hundreds of dollars.
‘Can’t wait for next year.
Then things changed. Despite being totally stoked about the upcoming Belmont Stakes, the races got further apart. 45 minutes of standing between races started to wear on me. My horses started loosing with New York Knicks like consistency. It would have been fine to go grab some food or place another bet, but I couldn’t move. Soon, I would turn around and see ten people standing behind me. News of a Yankees comeback trickled through the crowd. The mood started to turn.
By 6:00 I was on fumes. The crowd went crazy each time Big Brown was on the two jumbotrons set up on the infield. The pomp and circumstance of the big race was lost on me. Everyone was standing, everyone was plastered, and I was on my toes. For the first half of the race the crowd was optimistic, ready to go crazy for Big Brown. With the horse loosing momentum, the jockey pulled up. Instead of the site of Big Brown dashing toward victory, I saw a defeated horse slowly galloping to a chorus of boos as it crossed the finish line dead last. Some people cried fix, others wondered out loud if the horse was hurt and should have raced at all. I picked up my bag and sloshed to a food stand. I was spent. Six hours in that kind of heat has been known to kill the elderly. As I sat down to eat and check my bets, the silence of the park was defining. It is tough to make 125,000 people quiet. I didn’t care who won the race. When Big Brown pulled up I thought the day had come to a disastrous conclusion because the horse that couldn’t loose had lost. I was naive. The real race was the trip home.
I went back to the second deck. With so many people dashing to trains, I could sit down. I figured if I left after the last race I could easily grab a train. I was wrong. Me and 75,000 of my best friends stayed. I wondered through an ecological disaster. I had gotten word around 3:00 that the bathrooms had been closed and people had started pissing on the doors. The garbage inside the park was only equaled by what had been left outside. If that Native American guy was there he would have spontaneously combusted. I walked out of the park a tired free man, only to be herded like cattle. Within 25 minutes I was able to get to a train, only to be forced to stand. This would not have been terrible if the train had departed on time. We waited for 45 minutes before leaving. It was a Seinfeld episode. So much for the ridiculous “trains will leave every 15 minutes” rhetoric of the state of New York. This was followed by a mad dash through the steamy subways of NYC. That place deserves its own reality show, “Survivor: NYC Subway System” I was able to get back to Grand Central Station a little after 10:00 and hopped on the train to New Haven. Two and a half hours later I was home; I regained my humanity, but was out hundreds of dollars.
‘Can’t wait for next year.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Welcome Home
There are moments in history that rock and those that are horrendous for mankind. Having seen the New England sports scene take a huge hit the past few weeks, and no I don’t just mean KG’s abdominals, I began to refocus my sights on an old friend, the UConn men’s basketball program. Throughout the years there have been more moments that rock then suck for Jim Calhoun and his lads. However, the past few years have been shaky at best.
This season the UConn men’s basketball team has already seen both tremendous defeats and tremendous victories. I must admit that after last season my expectations for the athletic program that has most shaped my life were very low. Calhoun's strategy of staying away from Junior college players, despite losing five players to the NBA Draft's first round in the past two seasons, forced him to recruit players at every position. I can understand his reluctance to scout the Juco ranks, with the Johnny Selvie years still lingering around Storrs like rotten mayonnaise. The program has hit some roads bumps in recent years. First with the stolen Laptop scandal a few years back, and this season's suspension of Doug Wiggins and Jerome Dyson. UConn is not Florida State, but the PR department has had to earn its paychecks lately. Not to mention the epic loss to George Mason that took the sails out of everyone and the inability to even make the NIT last season.
However, perhaps that is what has made the last two weeks refreshing. With the team facing trepidation on and off the court, the players found the depth and determination to play as a team. A desperate win against Marquette at home, and a huge victory at Indiana propelled the team to its first hot streak in two years. In many ways, the whole program seems to have turned a corner. With Jeff Adrian playing with confidence and A.J. Price showing everyone why Calhoun stuck with him, the team has found new life. Despite continued inconsistencies of players like Stanley Robertson (the most talented all around player on the team) and Cutis Kelly (Praying he can become Hilton Armstrong part Duex), UConn fans have found delight in the continued maturity of "The Monster" Hasheem Thebeet. Like the Chaldeans sacking Sumer,(Sorry, I taught ancient Sumer this week!) Thebeet has shown flashes of utter dominance. If this team continues to play team originated basketball, Calhoun could have one of his most exciting teams ever heading into tournament season.
The team has accomplished nothing and will continue to have to prove themselves at every turn, but I think this may just be a great 6 weeks for this program. If anything a good finish to this year will certainly re-establish UConn as a nationally ranked program to be reckoned with. It also sets up positive vibes for the future. Assuming none of these guys, particularly Thebeet, doesn’t jump to the NBA too soon, the team has a real chance to find a significant place in the program’s winning tradition.
I know I’ll be watching.
This season the UConn men’s basketball team has already seen both tremendous defeats and tremendous victories. I must admit that after last season my expectations for the athletic program that has most shaped my life were very low. Calhoun's strategy of staying away from Junior college players, despite losing five players to the NBA Draft's first round in the past two seasons, forced him to recruit players at every position. I can understand his reluctance to scout the Juco ranks, with the Johnny Selvie years still lingering around Storrs like rotten mayonnaise. The program has hit some roads bumps in recent years. First with the stolen Laptop scandal a few years back, and this season's suspension of Doug Wiggins and Jerome Dyson. UConn is not Florida State, but the PR department has had to earn its paychecks lately. Not to mention the epic loss to George Mason that took the sails out of everyone and the inability to even make the NIT last season.
However, perhaps that is what has made the last two weeks refreshing. With the team facing trepidation on and off the court, the players found the depth and determination to play as a team. A desperate win against Marquette at home, and a huge victory at Indiana propelled the team to its first hot streak in two years. In many ways, the whole program seems to have turned a corner. With Jeff Adrian playing with confidence and A.J. Price showing everyone why Calhoun stuck with him, the team has found new life. Despite continued inconsistencies of players like Stanley Robertson (the most talented all around player on the team) and Cutis Kelly (Praying he can become Hilton Armstrong part Duex), UConn fans have found delight in the continued maturity of "The Monster" Hasheem Thebeet. Like the Chaldeans sacking Sumer,(Sorry, I taught ancient Sumer this week!) Thebeet has shown flashes of utter dominance. If this team continues to play team originated basketball, Calhoun could have one of his most exciting teams ever heading into tournament season.
The team has accomplished nothing and will continue to have to prove themselves at every turn, but I think this may just be a great 6 weeks for this program. If anything a good finish to this year will certainly re-establish UConn as a nationally ranked program to be reckoned with. It also sets up positive vibes for the future. Assuming none of these guys, particularly Thebeet, doesn’t jump to the NBA too soon, the team has a real chance to find a significant place in the program’s winning tradition.
I know I’ll be watching.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Heady Times
Everything is wonderful, with the possible exception of my 70 hour work week, The Wars, Famine in Africa, the decay of Western Civilization caused by country music, and the underexposure of witty sports blogs. Thus, for for the most art my life is peachy. The long awaited second season of the Boondocks is accessible via Youtube for former night owls like me. We have witnessed the another breath taking Red Sox Championship and are in the midst of the greatest single season of professional American football ever played. The Boston Celtics have been reborn into an NBA contender. Even UConn football is relevant on a national scale. It is like the 2007 Oscars and I am Al Gore. Gorgasm’s for everyone!!!!
However, it is still 2007, and with every second we are hurdling toward 2008. This means the Hot Stove is firing up and a joyous sporting nation turns its eyes to the 10,000 pound elephant in the room. What it is? Who is it?
Two Words…..One Man….
Johan Santana.
He is a two time Cy Young award winner….in the American League.
He also is in the final year of his deal and certinaly going to tbe traded. Only two teams have a chance at landing the lefty. The Sox and the Yankees. The good guys versus the long suffering losers who are dealing with a horrific karma/steroid induced curse. This is the stuff that rivals any modern day Kumate style slugfest.
The interesting thing is that both teams have the assets needed to entice the Twins. The Sox have a barrage of talented arms highlighted by No-Hittin’ phenomenon Clay Bucholz and World Series clincher John Lester. Coco Crisp would be included as the Twins are in need of a dynamic Center Fielder. Jacoby Ellsbury, the Dope Playa, is untouchable, but other quality arms in the system could be involved as well.
The Yanks will certainly counter with a combination of Ian Kennedy, Phil Hughes, and Milky Cabrerra. Joba “The Bug Magnet” Chamberlin is considered untouchable, and according to some reports, so is Robinson Cano.
It is insane that both teams are so stacked that each can not only complete a deal but also extend Santana’s contract. This extension will most certainly be the richest contract ever given to a pitcher.
After the C’s gave up the young prospects to get KG, everyone in New England is at the very least considering a similar move for the Sox. Of course the situations are totally different. The C’s needed to increase relevance and victories just to justify their existence. The Sox are on top of the Baseball World.
This just in, ……I outed Valerie Plame……..in my pants….
Sorry, Countdown just started.
I have no justification for using the word ‘Dope Playa” other then that Gus Johnson’s podcast with Simmons this week sent me into a tailspin back to the late 80’s when I randomly used the term “Dope” in every facet of life, especially at Sunday school and in reference to my half of a paper rout. Heady times indeed…
Scott Pollard owns……………a Buick.
The TDBNG will be insane on Friday. I plan on starting the “Beat LA Chant” at least 5 times.
However, it is still 2007, and with every second we are hurdling toward 2008. This means the Hot Stove is firing up and a joyous sporting nation turns its eyes to the 10,000 pound elephant in the room. What it is? Who is it?
Two Words…..One Man….
Johan Santana.
He is a two time Cy Young award winner….in the American League.
He also is in the final year of his deal and certinaly going to tbe traded. Only two teams have a chance at landing the lefty. The Sox and the Yankees. The good guys versus the long suffering losers who are dealing with a horrific karma/steroid induced curse. This is the stuff that rivals any modern day Kumate style slugfest.
The interesting thing is that both teams have the assets needed to entice the Twins. The Sox have a barrage of talented arms highlighted by No-Hittin’ phenomenon Clay Bucholz and World Series clincher John Lester. Coco Crisp would be included as the Twins are in need of a dynamic Center Fielder. Jacoby Ellsbury, the Dope Playa, is untouchable, but other quality arms in the system could be involved as well.
The Yanks will certainly counter with a combination of Ian Kennedy, Phil Hughes, and Milky Cabrerra. Joba “The Bug Magnet” Chamberlin is considered untouchable, and according to some reports, so is Robinson Cano.
It is insane that both teams are so stacked that each can not only complete a deal but also extend Santana’s contract. This extension will most certainly be the richest contract ever given to a pitcher.
After the C’s gave up the young prospects to get KG, everyone in New England is at the very least considering a similar move for the Sox. Of course the situations are totally different. The C’s needed to increase relevance and victories just to justify their existence. The Sox are on top of the Baseball World.
This just in, ……I outed Valerie Plame……..in my pants….
Sorry, Countdown just started.
I have no justification for using the word ‘Dope Playa” other then that Gus Johnson’s podcast with Simmons this week sent me into a tailspin back to the late 80’s when I randomly used the term “Dope” in every facet of life, especially at Sunday school and in reference to my half of a paper rout. Heady times indeed…
Scott Pollard owns……………a Buick.
The TDBNG will be insane on Friday. I plan on starting the “Beat LA Chant” at least 5 times.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Game Three
Simply pathetic.
It was great to see Ortiz, Manny, Lowell, and Drew decided to get fine arts degrees at the "Nomar Garciaparra School of Swinging at the First Pitch in a Crucial Situation".
Also, if I hear one more time about Dice-K's exploits as a high school pitcher I am going to lose it. I don't care if he threw 300 picthes, it doesn't mean a pile of crap in America, especially if he can't get out of the 5th in the biggest start of his life. Joe Costig turned into Joe Buck by the second inning. I had to listen to the Mars Volta just to pass the time.
Until further notice Dice K will be refered to only as "Jake Westbrook's School Yard Biyatch".
It was great to see Ortiz, Manny, Lowell, and Drew decided to get fine arts degrees at the "Nomar Garciaparra School of Swinging at the First Pitch in a Crucial Situation".
Also, if I hear one more time about Dice-K's exploits as a high school pitcher I am going to lose it. I don't care if he threw 300 picthes, it doesn't mean a pile of crap in America, especially if he can't get out of the 5th in the biggest start of his life. Joe Costig turned into Joe Buck by the second inning. I had to listen to the Mars Volta just to pass the time.
Until further notice Dice K will be refered to only as "Jake Westbrook's School Yard Biyatch".
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Huge Day
Sox vs, Yanks
Pats vs. Chagers
Schilling vs. Clemons
The Pats D vs. LT
Bill Belichek vs. The World
Tiger vs. The Field
The Colbert Report vs The Daily Show
Grays Anatomy vs. House
Alec Baldwin vs. His Daughter
Me vs. The 50 "5 paragraph essays" I still have to grade by Monday...
I could go on forever. It is simply one of those epic days during the year when all our modern escapist traditions come together in an orgy of entertainment that precludes anyone from getting anything done. It allows all Americans to feel like one of those saucy frenchman who spends everyday after lunch lounging around a local bistro drinking and smoking to their hearts desire.
And for those of you wondering, I will get the essays done. Those 35 Prehistory tests on the other hand will wait until Monday during my first period prep.
I was asked on Friday what I'll be watching Sunday Night. The plan is to watch the Red Sox and listen to the great Gil Santos and Gino Capaletti announce the Pats game. It is the best I can do to ensure both games get the attention they deserve.
Man United's early struggles seem to be working themselves out. Rooney's rehab is coming around and the lads continues to scrap out victories. This weekends performance against Everton was poor, but the victory was sweet nonetheless.
Following the President's lead, the Dallas Cowboys just announced a "Mission Accomplished" on the 2007/08 season. Great work T.O.
-Just Win Today
Pats vs. Chagers
Schilling vs. Clemons
The Pats D vs. LT
Bill Belichek vs. The World
Tiger vs. The Field
The Colbert Report vs The Daily Show
Grays Anatomy vs. House
Alec Baldwin vs. His Daughter
Me vs. The 50 "5 paragraph essays" I still have to grade by Monday...
I could go on forever. It is simply one of those epic days during the year when all our modern escapist traditions come together in an orgy of entertainment that precludes anyone from getting anything done. It allows all Americans to feel like one of those saucy frenchman who spends everyday after lunch lounging around a local bistro drinking and smoking to their hearts desire.
And for those of you wondering, I will get the essays done. Those 35 Prehistory tests on the other hand will wait until Monday during my first period prep.
I was asked on Friday what I'll be watching Sunday Night. The plan is to watch the Red Sox and listen to the great Gil Santos and Gino Capaletti announce the Pats game. It is the best I can do to ensure both games get the attention they deserve.
Man United's early struggles seem to be working themselves out. Rooney's rehab is coming around and the lads continues to scrap out victories. This weekends performance against Everton was poor, but the victory was sweet nonetheless.
Following the President's lead, the Dallas Cowboys just announced a "Mission Accomplished" on the 2007/08 season. Great work T.O.
-Just Win Today
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Vote Summer
As my three week venture back to 1986 ends, I find myself wanting nothing more then to go back. I honestly would give it all up to relive July 2007 over and over in a more graphic version of the film Groundhog Day.
Things are interestingly easy when you get over not having a PC around. You read the newspaper more, and with more focus. I watched alot more TV, proving to the masses that this was actually possible. I fell out of my addiction to fantasy sports without the shakes. I actually watched more MLS then MLB. It was relaxing, and I didn't even have to leave the CT River Valley. I found that my mind worked differently. It was cool, I didn't feel the need to start the revolution. I was like a kid again, thinking about voting a Clinton into the White House and sitting on a porch eating plums like they were candy.
Then life shoots you in the face. I paid the piper, and got my PC back all fixed up. Life immediately returned to "normal", knowing that the events of August 2007 had rocked my world to its core.
I spent alot of time reading about the Enlightenment. Rousseau, though mentally unbalenced was actually right, man's need to use logic can cause further alienation. So lets throw reason out the door for now, as I take a plunge into a new wave....
Summer Quick Hits....
This has been the Summer of Daniel Sunjata. His role of Franco on "Rescue Me" has continued to destroy the show, while his take on Reggie Jackson on "The Bronx is Burning" has been huge for unintentional comedy all summer long. Despite this mediocore/generic tact, Sunjata has staked his claim to future straight to DVD action movies for years to come....
Hearing Scott Baio utter the phrase "Dizzy Broad" was a new high in the relm of Reality TV. I think if that show was on CBS, it would be the most watched show of the year. Chachi's list of past girlfriends is staggering, and should have been enough for him to have ended up on the honorable mention portion of my list of Greatest Americans Ever... my bad.
The Flava Flav resurrgence, and the tone it has created on how outsiders view Black entertainers, has set the African American community back decades. Some where Chuck D is sitting in a corner rocking back and forth trying not to cry.
This season of "Rescue Me" was supposed to mark a triumphant return, but I have got to say, this is turning out to be as uneven a season of TV as has ever existed. At least it has gotten me interested in the Nip/Tuck season this fall, but that is all.
The episode of No Reservation in Beirut is just awesome. One of the truest portraits of life in the middle east during the July of '06 Israel/Hezbollah war on American network TV. Gripping....
I hate the Yankees. "The Bronx is Burning" has sucked more as the present and past Yankee teams play better. With that said, Oliver Platt's clownish portrail of Steinbrenner is always good TV.
Frank Caliendo is actually talented. Who knew? And no, he is not realated to me despite our feakishly similar ponch.
If John Edwards wins the primary, he can thank Rolling Stone Magazine for the slurp job of an article in the last issue.
After watching Season Two of "Rome" on DVD, I have come to the conclusion that Mark Antony is one of the most interesting figures in History. Definately in the top 50.........mmmmm.....
I bought both a green and white KG #5 shirt this week. The Celtics are actually more on the mind then the Pats right now. Freaking wild.....
Please tell me what the difference is between Nascar and traffic?
If Tennis ever returns to the mainstream, it will be because this week's Pilot Pen in the Haven. fo' sure
Please tell me, is the MMA stuff human cock fighting? Can I bet on Little Jerry?
Whatever happened to Kevin Spacey?
There is only one thing to be said about the Sox right now...here you go...
Well, now it is that time of year again, time to get back to work...First assignment for the students....Name the top 5 Greatest Americans ever....
Deus Impeditio Esuritori Nulius....
Things are interestingly easy when you get over not having a PC around. You read the newspaper more, and with more focus. I watched alot more TV, proving to the masses that this was actually possible. I fell out of my addiction to fantasy sports without the shakes. I actually watched more MLS then MLB. It was relaxing, and I didn't even have to leave the CT River Valley. I found that my mind worked differently. It was cool, I didn't feel the need to start the revolution. I was like a kid again, thinking about voting a Clinton into the White House and sitting on a porch eating plums like they were candy.
Then life shoots you in the face. I paid the piper, and got my PC back all fixed up. Life immediately returned to "normal", knowing that the events of August 2007 had rocked my world to its core.
I spent alot of time reading about the Enlightenment. Rousseau, though mentally unbalenced was actually right, man's need to use logic can cause further alienation. So lets throw reason out the door for now, as I take a plunge into a new wave....
Summer Quick Hits....
This has been the Summer of Daniel Sunjata. His role of Franco on "Rescue Me" has continued to destroy the show, while his take on Reggie Jackson on "The Bronx is Burning" has been huge for unintentional comedy all summer long. Despite this mediocore/generic tact, Sunjata has staked his claim to future straight to DVD action movies for years to come....
Hearing Scott Baio utter the phrase "Dizzy Broad" was a new high in the relm of Reality TV. I think if that show was on CBS, it would be the most watched show of the year. Chachi's list of past girlfriends is staggering, and should have been enough for him to have ended up on the honorable mention portion of my list of Greatest Americans Ever... my bad.
The Flava Flav resurrgence, and the tone it has created on how outsiders view Black entertainers, has set the African American community back decades. Some where Chuck D is sitting in a corner rocking back and forth trying not to cry.
This season of "Rescue Me" was supposed to mark a triumphant return, but I have got to say, this is turning out to be as uneven a season of TV as has ever existed. At least it has gotten me interested in the Nip/Tuck season this fall, but that is all.
The episode of No Reservation in Beirut is just awesome. One of the truest portraits of life in the middle east during the July of '06 Israel/Hezbollah war on American network TV. Gripping....
I hate the Yankees. "The Bronx is Burning" has sucked more as the present and past Yankee teams play better. With that said, Oliver Platt's clownish portrail of Steinbrenner is always good TV.
Frank Caliendo is actually talented. Who knew? And no, he is not realated to me despite our feakishly similar ponch.
If John Edwards wins the primary, he can thank Rolling Stone Magazine for the slurp job of an article in the last issue.
After watching Season Two of "Rome" on DVD, I have come to the conclusion that Mark Antony is one of the most interesting figures in History. Definately in the top 50.........mmmmm.....
I bought both a green and white KG #5 shirt this week. The Celtics are actually more on the mind then the Pats right now. Freaking wild.....
Please tell me what the difference is between Nascar and traffic?
If Tennis ever returns to the mainstream, it will be because this week's Pilot Pen in the Haven. fo' sure
Please tell me, is the MMA stuff human cock fighting? Can I bet on Little Jerry?
Whatever happened to Kevin Spacey?
There is only one thing to be said about the Sox right now...here you go...
Well, now it is that time of year again, time to get back to work...First assignment for the students....Name the top 5 Greatest Americans ever....
Deus Impeditio Esuritori Nulius....
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sports Fans…PREPARE FOR GLORY!......
AS the Summer Turns...
About a week ago I had resigned myself to the idea that I would not be playing Fantasy Football this year. After 12 years, the practice seemed to be getting old. This correlated to my annual attempt to forget about my fascistic love of sports and become an even more enlightened person.
And just when I thought I was out….They pull me right back in.
Today the nation saw the Boston Celtics take a huge step in returning to the Promised Land with the acquisition of Kevin Garnett. The move vaults the team to the top three of the Eastern Conference. That said, the team still needs to continue to build. A veteran point guard and low post presence will be essential if the team is to lift the Larry O’Brian Trophy 10 months from now. The team will have to jell, but a tremendous amount of excitement is in the air. I am confident the addition of an all-time great in KG and one of the great shooters in history in Ray Allen will make The Truth an even better player. I fear Rondo is not ready, but he has 2 months to figure it out.
While losing CT’s own Ryan Gomes came as a surprise, he is eligible for free agency soon and I would not count out him coming back. Either way….
The 2007/2008 Boston Celtics….Championship…..
At the exact same time, the lads from the Fens pulled off a deal that saw Eric Gagne come to New England to be a set up man for Johnny Paps. This is a huge deal, because Gagne has had a fine season and is one of the best in the game when healthy. The day also saw the Yankees; also in desperate need of relief pitching, give away their most used relief pitcher Scott Proctor for a 25 year old 3rd basemen. It may be time for Brian Cashman to matriculate at NYU, or ESCU.
The Sox now have the best pitching staff in all of baseball, as long as Schilling comes back healthy. Now all we need is the offense to explode.
The 2007 Boston Red Sox…..Championship……
The 2007/2008 edition of the New England Patriots are now in camp. Bill, Tom, Teddy, Troy, Richard, Vince, Rodney, Mike, Ben, Donte, Adailius, Mike G, Lawrence, Eugene, Rudy, and Randy. We still need an Asante on board, but…
The 2007/2008 New England Patriots…..Championship……...
The 2007/2008 Boston Bruins……3/4 ain’t bad…..
And oh yeah…….“P.Manning Dog Fights”…….….Championship….
About a week ago I had resigned myself to the idea that I would not be playing Fantasy Football this year. After 12 years, the practice seemed to be getting old. This correlated to my annual attempt to forget about my fascistic love of sports and become an even more enlightened person.
And just when I thought I was out….They pull me right back in.
Today the nation saw the Boston Celtics take a huge step in returning to the Promised Land with the acquisition of Kevin Garnett. The move vaults the team to the top three of the Eastern Conference. That said, the team still needs to continue to build. A veteran point guard and low post presence will be essential if the team is to lift the Larry O’Brian Trophy 10 months from now. The team will have to jell, but a tremendous amount of excitement is in the air. I am confident the addition of an all-time great in KG and one of the great shooters in history in Ray Allen will make The Truth an even better player. I fear Rondo is not ready, but he has 2 months to figure it out.
While losing CT’s own Ryan Gomes came as a surprise, he is eligible for free agency soon and I would not count out him coming back. Either way….
The 2007/2008 Boston Celtics….Championship…..
At the exact same time, the lads from the Fens pulled off a deal that saw Eric Gagne come to New England to be a set up man for Johnny Paps. This is a huge deal, because Gagne has had a fine season and is one of the best in the game when healthy. The day also saw the Yankees; also in desperate need of relief pitching, give away their most used relief pitcher Scott Proctor for a 25 year old 3rd basemen. It may be time for Brian Cashman to matriculate at NYU, or ESCU.
The Sox now have the best pitching staff in all of baseball, as long as Schilling comes back healthy. Now all we need is the offense to explode.
The 2007 Boston Red Sox…..Championship……
The 2007/2008 edition of the New England Patriots are now in camp. Bill, Tom, Teddy, Troy, Richard, Vince, Rodney, Mike, Ben, Donte, Adailius, Mike G, Lawrence, Eugene, Rudy, and Randy. We still need an Asante on board, but…
The 2007/2008 New England Patriots…..Championship……...
The 2007/2008 Boston Bruins……3/4 ain’t bad…..
And oh yeah…….“P.Manning Dog Fights”…….….Championship….
Friday, July 27, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
On the NBA
Over the course of the NBA season, many things happen. Young teams grow and develop, veteran teams make the push for playoffs, and injuries/bad front offices send teams plummeting in the depths of the NBA draft lottery. As we wait for the lottery tomorrow night, the hopes of entire cities rest on the bounce of the ubiquitous ping pong ball. The fate of the league in a handful of cities/regions could be decided.
A restful northeast region of the country, obsessed with sports, will take time out of the greatest rivalry in American sports to hold its breath. Picks one or two, and we are in business. Getting either Oden or Durant raises the talent level for the Celtics and certainly helps the teams overall profile. The current profile is that of a once proud franchise that succumbed to the most generic qualities of the NBA. What happens if we end up with picks three or above? Millions of people vomit on the spot. Danny and Doc spin the media like Karl Rove on cocaine. In reality, to quote the Talking Heads, “You may ask yourself…..How did I get Here?”. I say the C’s should trade the pick if this is the case. Although Dice K has worked out so far for the Sox, the C’s venturing to the Far East with the number 3 pick would come as a surprise. Under this dark scenario, the even more apt Talking Heads classic becomes its most clichéd.
As the playoffs started, the possibilities of fast paced action for two solid months were fascinating. Two months of the best the NBA has to offer. The early defeat of the number one seeded Dallas Mavericks by the Stephen Jackson led eighth seeded Golden State Warriors sent the basketball world into a frenzy. However, as the San Antonio Spurs outlasted the Phoenix Suns, every NBA fan saw the potential for a terrible NBA finals fall over the sports landscape like the black plague. Spurs vs. Pistons? Are you kidding me? What did we do to deserve this punishment? Our only hope is that somehow David Stern finds a away to FIX the Eastern Conference Finals. If anyone can do it, he can. Lebron vs. Duncan would create some excitement. It would create dynamic match ups that may lead to interesting basketball. I am trying to be optimistic.
Otherwise, lets all be happy the Sox are heading into the summer as the most dominant team in Major League Baseball. So, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no party, but lets hope it is the beginning of a new age for professional basketball in New England.
The cultural impact of a dominate Boston Celtics franchise is immeasurable. In the 1980’s it stomped out communism. Can terrorism be far behind this time around? I think not.
Go Celtics!
A restful northeast region of the country, obsessed with sports, will take time out of the greatest rivalry in American sports to hold its breath. Picks one or two, and we are in business. Getting either Oden or Durant raises the talent level for the Celtics and certainly helps the teams overall profile. The current profile is that of a once proud franchise that succumbed to the most generic qualities of the NBA. What happens if we end up with picks three or above? Millions of people vomit on the spot. Danny and Doc spin the media like Karl Rove on cocaine. In reality, to quote the Talking Heads, “You may ask yourself…..How did I get Here?”. I say the C’s should trade the pick if this is the case. Although Dice K has worked out so far for the Sox, the C’s venturing to the Far East with the number 3 pick would come as a surprise. Under this dark scenario, the even more apt Talking Heads classic becomes its most clichéd.
As the playoffs started, the possibilities of fast paced action for two solid months were fascinating. Two months of the best the NBA has to offer. The early defeat of the number one seeded Dallas Mavericks by the Stephen Jackson led eighth seeded Golden State Warriors sent the basketball world into a frenzy. However, as the San Antonio Spurs outlasted the Phoenix Suns, every NBA fan saw the potential for a terrible NBA finals fall over the sports landscape like the black plague. Spurs vs. Pistons? Are you kidding me? What did we do to deserve this punishment? Our only hope is that somehow David Stern finds a away to FIX the Eastern Conference Finals. If anyone can do it, he can. Lebron vs. Duncan would create some excitement. It would create dynamic match ups that may lead to interesting basketball. I am trying to be optimistic.
Otherwise, lets all be happy the Sox are heading into the summer as the most dominant team in Major League Baseball. So, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no party, but lets hope it is the beginning of a new age for professional basketball in New England.
The cultural impact of a dominate Boston Celtics franchise is immeasurable. In the 1980’s it stomped out communism. Can terrorism be far behind this time around? I think not.
Go Celtics!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
'Been Feeling Uninspired...
Two bizarre elements are at play right now. Being a slave to 'Da Man destroys my intellectual blogger energy. Whoring myself to play the game has been mentally taxing. Also, with fewer papers to correct as the year comes to a close, I find myself with fewer opportunities to procrastinate via a blog. Nothing gets my blood boiling more then grading 150 essays on various aspects of Family Law in America. Doing that had me acting like the Ultimate Warrior at Wrestlemania for months. Since, the rants have been far less jaded. This neutered effect has me again contemplating a purely sports blog(which has been done), as sports are working as the glue that keeps me from a multi-media censory overload. So, we will see.
A few observations from the week
-France has a new leader, and England will have a new leader this summer. I envy them.
-The War in Afganistan is still going on.
-Paris Hilton is going to jail. Our Long national nightmare is over….
-The less said about Dancing with the Stars...the better the world will be...
Here are some instances of genius in our culture that I found this week.
-“Looking good Billy Ray"
-“Feeling good Lewis”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6oJZsFYy6U
My early vote for president goes to…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RlVtsAvKfs
ohhh baby….Ohhh Baby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYpwjB0IzoU
Hail to the Champions, this intro should be replicated in America.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeGdc_kUXRc
Oh no!!!
“I got that same feeling on this film I got when I was doing Armageddon”-Michael Bay
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZp75fWe-ss&mode=related&search=
The song that keeps on giving
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKy73uTOhDc
Almost makes me want to be vegan…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lcg1xQJnow
Tankman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7Mf9j8co70&mode=related&search=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcS0NzoSJcU&mode=related&search=
A new season of the best show on TV, Rescue Me, starts up in June. Time to get the song from the credits stuck in my head….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE4dfRa56D8
Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztBOAkBokF4
A few observations from the week
-France has a new leader, and England will have a new leader this summer. I envy them.
-The War in Afganistan is still going on.
-Paris Hilton is going to jail. Our Long national nightmare is over….
-The less said about Dancing with the Stars...the better the world will be...
Here are some instances of genius in our culture that I found this week.
-“Looking good Billy Ray"
-“Feeling good Lewis”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6oJZsFYy6U
My early vote for president goes to…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RlVtsAvKfs
ohhh baby….Ohhh Baby
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYpwjB0IzoU
Hail to the Champions, this intro should be replicated in America.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeGdc_kUXRc
Oh no!!!
“I got that same feeling on this film I got when I was doing Armageddon”-Michael Bay
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZp75fWe-ss&mode=related&search=
The song that keeps on giving
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKy73uTOhDc
Almost makes me want to be vegan…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lcg1xQJnow
Tankman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7Mf9j8co70&mode=related&search=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcS0NzoSJcU&mode=related&search=
A new season of the best show on TV, Rescue Me, starts up in June. Time to get the song from the credits stuck in my head….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE4dfRa56D8
Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztBOAkBokF4
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
The King On Marriage Vol.1
Before delving into the complex nature of Marriage in America, the King will start slow with an observation on an issue close to every mans heart.
One aspect of interest has long been the American family. Defining a family is a constantly evolving process. The only thing that has remained a constant is the social acceptance of older men marrying younger women.
I for one applaud this circumstance. Why? Not necessarily because my own 60 year plan involves such a scenario, though it definitely does. It is because of Dennis Kucinich. Is there anything that man cannot do? (Other then become President.)
You see, marrying a women 30 years younger then you takes skill and experience. The kind of skill and experience every man, no matter what their politician or religious affiliation may be, appreciates with vigor.
As long as our society is a patriarchy that pays superficial lip service to the idea of equality, men like Kucinich may be mocked for being vegans or their eerie resemblance to one the Keibler Elves, but may also be the standard by which all the hopes of single men everywhere lie. No matter how old you are, you can still marry a 30 year old when your sixty, and enter a pantheon commonly only open to aging Hollywood movie stars and Hugh Hefner, glory be thy name.
As sure as I am that I sweat education, I am sure that this scenario will continue to be played out over an over and over again to the admiration of dudes everywhere.
BYAH!
One aspect of interest has long been the American family. Defining a family is a constantly evolving process. The only thing that has remained a constant is the social acceptance of older men marrying younger women.
I for one applaud this circumstance. Why? Not necessarily because my own 60 year plan involves such a scenario, though it definitely does. It is because of Dennis Kucinich. Is there anything that man cannot do? (Other then become President.)
You see, marrying a women 30 years younger then you takes skill and experience. The kind of skill and experience every man, no matter what their politician or religious affiliation may be, appreciates with vigor.
As long as our society is a patriarchy that pays superficial lip service to the idea of equality, men like Kucinich may be mocked for being vegans or their eerie resemblance to one the Keibler Elves, but may also be the standard by which all the hopes of single men everywhere lie. No matter how old you are, you can still marry a 30 year old when your sixty, and enter a pantheon commonly only open to aging Hollywood movie stars and Hugh Hefner, glory be thy name.
As sure as I am that I sweat education, I am sure that this scenario will continue to be played out over an over and over again to the admiration of dudes everywhere.
BYAH!
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