We are suckers for lists. VH-1 always manages to suck people in with those “100 greatest songs of the 80’s” nostalgia-fests. Not to mention we sports fans never met a list over which we didn’t love to drunkenly argue. There’s even a website dedicated to such listery. I’m no different; I can play moth to the candle… Read More Ten Nobel Prize Injustices and Their Equivalent Sports Injustices
How many times have I wondered what a slightly boozy, slightly senile catcher-turned-announcer would sound like singing all the old standards? Well, now my prayers have been answered. But here’s the thing – by the sound of it, McCarver can really sing. When the Fox telecast cut back from a break they showed the Phillie Phanatic… Read More Signs We Are Near The End of Civilization: Tim McCarver is Cutting An Album
To say the Dodgers grind my gears is an exercise in understatement. I hate the Dodgers – seething, bile-spewing, eyeball-exploding hate. I have hated the Dodgers since childhood, and I will hate them until my dying breath. Even after that, I will still hate them. The Dodgers franchise is the embodiment of “warning track power.”… Read More Teams That Grind My Gears: The Los Angeles Dodgers
Believe it or not, there is a fine line between being a fantasy sports geek, and being a truly sad and pathetic creature worthy of only scorn, derision, and occasional pity. If you follow this link and think it’s a great idea, you have pole-vaulted across that line. Seriously, enjoying fantasy sports is one thing… Read More Signs We Are Near The End Of Civilization: Fantasy Championship Rings
There just has to be something in the water in D.C. that gives you the “Dr. Strangelove’s Fist” level uncontrollable urge to spend money you don’t have. Now the Nationals are in on the act. For those of you who haven’t noticed, and judging by the attendance that’s most of you (thank you, Harry Doyle) the Washington Nationals just… Read More Washington Nationals: Bake Sales Are Next
Put a guy in the Hall of Fame, and next thing you know, he’s got an opinion on everything. After a while, he spends so much time ranting about whatever is putting a weed up his ass, he forgets that his diatribes should be audience-appropriate. In other words, when you decide to tee off on… Read More Listen Up, Punks! Jim Rice Has Had Just About Enough of Your Bullshit…
1980 was a watershed year in baseball history. The Philadelphia Phillies won their first championship, George Brett taught us all about hemorrhoid flare-up, and there was a convergence of some the ugliest uniforms ever to see a summer day. Lately, baseball teams have been trotting out retro togs in the guise of honoring some damn… Read More 1980 – Year of The Terrible Uniform
By Bob Hamelin Remember me? My name is Bob Hamelin, and I was the American League Rookie of the Year in 1994. But my affinity for fine cooking eventually caused me to eat my way out of the league in 1998. Now that steroids are banned, aspiring ball players who want to increase their bulk… Read More Cooking With “Hamhocks”
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