Horse Sheesh

In one of the ugliest weeks in baseball history I am finding myself on the defensive more than the offensive. The gross generalizations of potential steroid users has gotten me arguing with my radio and TV multiple times during the week, which is not a good look in front of the wife and kid.

Wait, You’re Blaming Me?

If I give you a pile of poop yesterday, do I have the right to be mad its not brownies today? If I was a dick, I would say yes.

Dear Matt Kemp, I Love You

Before I get to the point of this love letter, and it is a love letter, I want you to know that “Dodger Blue” has made me want to puke since 1987. The only thing I like about your team is not liking them, and I do that aaaaaaaaaa lot. But Mr. Kemp, even with all my animosity towards your team, I am now a huge fan of yours after what you did at Pac Bell Park Monday night. You showed us again how wonderful and powerful sports can be, and why we love it.

Plaque Build Up

The plaque at honoring Barry Bonds’ record breaking homerun has gone missing! What is funny is the first I heard of it was from a fan calling in to a radio show in the Bay Area. If it was such a big deal, why is a fan the one bringing it to our attention? Why wasn’t this a huge deal? And why were radio hosts speculating that the absence of the plaque was because the Giants were separating themselves from the MVP slugger?

Very Sweet Caroline

Once again, sports has gotten in the driver’s seat to show the rest of us what is really important. When we get down to the heart of it all, when we expose the foundation of what makes everything tick, once again sports has let us know that its love. The greatest rivalry in all of sports gave us a blueprint for how to deal with a tragedy, even when it’s your enemy that is dealing with it, you give them support, you let them know you are there for them.

Along with a moment of silence at the beginning of the game, the New York Yankees, The Evil Empire, The Curse of the Bambino, played the quintessential Boston Red Sox song, “Sweet Caroline,” and I guarantee all those Yankees fans sang their hearts out.

Wha’ Happen?

English: Josh Hamilton, Texas Rangers outfielder. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poor Josh Hamilton. Not money poor, duh, sad poor. The dude has some serious demons and he took them to maybe the worst place in the world, Hell-A. I guess NY would have been worse because of the media, but LA is a close second. For a guy that is battling alcohol, drugs, females, and chew, you would think he would have gone a little more low profile, not the home of Guns N Roses, Vivid Video (porn for you saints out there), NWA, and Hollywood.

No one pays attention to Seattle, why didn’t he go there? They are two states away from anyone! They were obviously willing to pay huge dollars. They paid a cagillion dollars to a pitcher who gives up 3.21 per nine innings, which is 3.21 more runs than their offense can score. Zing!