Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, April 25, 2005
NFL Draft Grades:
Hi, I'm a pundit. I need a column to meet my deadline. I will always resort to "draft grades" because the column practically writes itself in a mindless formula and I will never be judged on the value of my work because I'll just throw my hands up in the air and say "its all just projections!"
I need a hug.
Joe Gibbs = Liar?
I have a tremendous amount of respect for this man, as does the whole sporting community. Not only that, but he's a pillar in the Christian community as well.
So what is he thinking by coming out and lying to our faces about trusting Ramsey. I guess the alternative would be to say "We don't have any faith in Patrick and we're just going to showcase him for trade until our draft pick is ready." And that would kibosh the season good. But still, its just unsettling.
All the world is a blog...
...and everyone seems to be a blogger. ESPN wants to stay fresh and cutting edge and they know that Page2 is getting duller by the minute (propped up on the creaky back of Bill Simmons and the Daily Quickie). They look around the web and realize that blogs are where its at. So the pound square pegs (like Chad Ford) into round holes (ESPN's insider blogs) and hope for the best. I don't mind Chad, but he's not a blogger, he's a columnist. Buster Olney, on the other hand, actually works out quite well. He seems to have a blogger's heart (sampling and linking around the net).
So now that this is happening, you have to start wondering, has blogging "jumped the shark?" Blogs started out being amateurish, quickly went cutting edge, then became world changing (Election 04), and now everyone wants one (and can easily enough have one). Still, just cause you format a webpage a certain way and slap the title blog on it, doesn't necessarily mean that it fits the mold of what the blogging phenomenon encapsulates.
Then again, the fact that I'm even discussing this proves two points:
a. it has already jumped the shark
b. I'm a blog snob
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Monday, December 20, 2004
After: Schilling, Wells, Clement, Arroyo, Wakefield
If you compare Pedro and Lowe at their peaks vs. Wells and Clement, its no contest, we declined. Speaking of decline, I would say that both Pedro and Lowe declined to different degrees in the last couple of years. If that downward trend was going to continue, why not get a place holder like Wells and a guy with some potential like Clement? Plus, in going the FA route, we still have stud prospects to dangle for Sheets if/when he becomes available next season. All in all I like it.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Yankee Fan: "how ya like me NOW?"
Red Sox Fan: "scoreboard"
YF: "You only need a few dozen to catch up"
RSF: "You bought them all and you're doing the same again"
YF: "Mr. Pot, I know I'm black, look in the mirror"
RSF: "You choked and you'll choke again"
YF: "We learned from the best, you'll show us how its really done"
RSF: "In Theo we trust"
YF: "We trust putting the top 25 players in the game all on one team"
and so on and so on and so on...
Thursday, October 28, 2004
I still can't tell you everything in my head, because it just hasn't collected itself yet. I spent the rest of the ALCS and the World Series not writing because I was afraid it would be messing with Karma.
I had friends call me to spend the game with me and I almost said NO, because I didn't know if it would upset what I felt was out delicate Karma. It wasn't until I turned on PTI and Jay Marrioti continued to bash the SOX that I knew it was ok to breach the normal etiquette.
I wore foot holes in my rug from standing in the same place throughout the playoffs. No vacuum will remove those spots.
I let my entire Townhouse development know that I was a SOX fan when it was over, as if they didn't already know from weeks of me cheering at the top of my lungs.
I have dreamed the dream. A new tatoo waits. A marriage now waits, already blessed by the Sox win. My soul just now has to get used to the idea that it's all said and done. MLB.com will love me and my relatives in the next few days, because I'm going to collect 25+ years of frustratation in the next few days.
I wish I could cry, but while the thought has come to me, the physical reaction hasn't completely hit me yet. I'm still in the yelling stage right now. It's beyond belief.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
The Pats lost (in epic fashion) in the Super Bowl. The Red Sox lost (in tragic fashion) in the World Series. But it was the Celtics that took home the title with perhaps the best team put together in the big 3 years.
This year, the Celtics have been somewhat left behind by the other clubs, but I’m still as excited about their future as I’ve been in many years. The Pats have established themselves as the standard bearers of the NFL and now the “Idiots” have already made history and are angling to end “the Curse.” I’ll take that.
People wonder out loud what identity Red Sox fans would have if the team won the Series. To that I respond, “who cares?” We’re itching to get rid of this lovable loser identity. Its not as though we’ll become some overconfident pompous front-runners. We would just be so ecstatic, relieved, drained, bleary eyed, and downright happy, that we won’t care a lick what “identity” others associate with us.
So pour it on, give us the title we fans have been (annoyingly) pining for and that the Sox owners have been paying for. We are getting a pass for spending like the Yanks because we haven’t enjoyed the success that they have. A title might change all that, but that’s worth it too. Change the rules next year if you have to. Take all our money and players away this offseason if you must. Just let us have this one title. We’re ready to keep these wonder years going.