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    Monday
    01Mar2010

    Jim Bunning is a Man After My Own Heart

    Jim Bunning, former Major League Pitcher and now Senator

    If you had been reading my blog over a year ago,and I don’t know why you weren’t, then you would already know that I admire Senator Jim Bunning of Kentucky. He is mean and doesn’t like anyone or anything. He’s as tough as an old shoe that will never be worn again. He’s as mean as a dog that no one ever petted. He’s like a weasel that inherited scabies and perpetually bleeding rump sores, and has never had sex or a reasonably clean den to sleep in. He’s like a cop who has never been called “officer” and can’t fit into his fat pants anymore who just crashed his cruiser into you because you were driving the speed limit in front of a lot of reliable witnesses. 

    He’s an American treasure, in other words:

    An angry Sen. Jim Bunning, R-Kentucky, refused to answer questions from CNN and ABC News Monday afternoon about his decision to block a bill that would extend unemployment benefits to millions of jobless Americans. An ABC News producer who was there says Bunning gave him the middle finger in response to a question.

    CNN’s Dana Bash and a CNN camera crew tried to get Bunning to comment more extensively on the controversy on Monday. But the senator “got very angry,” she said.

    “Excuse me,” the agitated senator told Bash while entering a Senate elevator. “I need to get to the (Senate) floor.”

    Moments earlier, and ABC News reporter and crew also attempted to question Bunning as he was getting on the Senate elevator.

    A posting on the ABC News website details the exchange: “Excuse me! This is a Senator’s only elevator!” Bunning responded as he was asked a question by ABC’s Jonathan Karl.

    “Excuse me!” Bunning yelled. “I’ve got to go to the floor!”

    ABC News producer Z. Bryon Wolf spotted Bunning as he exited his office. When Wolf asked Bunning to stay and talk to cameras, Wolf says Bunning walked away and shot his middle finger over his head.

    Senator Bunning isn’t there to do anything for working people, the American people as a whole, the people who are out of work in his home state, or the media. He’s there to do whatever his clenched fists and horribly stopped-up and compacted bowels tell him to do. He’s there to put on the brakes and stop things from happening. The founders knew that such men would always exist; they are the sand that makes everyone appreciate a greased wheel. Were it not for Senator Bunning, you wouldn’t know what America is supposed to be like, which is mean, slow, confusing, and irritating to the touch.

    Jim Bunning is America’s greatest Senator, in other words. Were it not for him, you’d be living in fantasyland and eating cupcakes with both hands.

    Saturday
    16Jan2010

    If You Don't Know Who Curt Schilling Is, Don't Try to Make a Joke

    Fenway Park

    I have stayed away from this story, but even I can’t ignore the blatant incompetence of Martha Coakley, heir apparent to the Kennedy Seat* in the United States Senate:

    In the intensifying Democratic precriminations game over who to blame if Coakley loses, here’s one for the blame Coakley camp: On another talk radio show, “Nightside With Dan Rea,” Coakley jabs Rudy Giuliani as a Yankee fan, then goes on to describe Brown supporter Curt Schilling, the great former Red Sox pitcher, as a Yankee fan as well.

    The host sounds incredulous — “Curt Schilling? The Red Sox great pitcher of the bloody sock?” — and Coakley initially sounds unfamiliar with him. She eventually reverses herself, but it’s an odd moment in a state that was transfixed by Schilling’s performance in the 2004 World Series, where he helped the Red Sox win for the first time since 1918.

    A Republican supplied the audio (and the YouTube caption). Coakley spokesman Alex Zaroulis described it as a “very, very deadpan” joke, and another Coakley spokesman emails to note that she has Sox among her supporters and that “Curt Schilling has been involved in a lot of strike outs over time. I guess Martha whiffed on that joke.”

    Schilling is, of course, a problem. He’s an Internet-savvy conservative who has long interacted with his fans via his website or through Internet comment threads and the like. The thing with Schilling is, he’s a part of the valuable legacy of the first Red Sox World Series win since forever and a baseball hero whose dedication to the success of the Red Sox was due to his “playing through” a foot injury that caused blood to appear on his sock while pitching. What he really is is a guy who can stand there behind the wall of adulation and love that comes with his baseball legacy and he can take shots at you and all you can do is say nice things. If you can’t say nice things, then you have to say something to the effect of, “Curt Schilling is an interesting guy!” And you can’t say “he’s no Greg Maddux!” because Greg Maddux never played for the Boston Red Sox.

    The way you handle him, then, is you don’t say anything about the Red Sox. You say you love Curt Schilling but you’re just too busy to read what he writes on the Internet because he’s always saying this or that. Then you say, “if I were a sportswriter, I’d vote him into the Hall of Fame.”

    Someone advising Coakley fed her the “Yankee fan” line and she used it against the wrong person criticizing her. It works against Guiliani, since he was in the stands all those times when the Yankees were beating the Red Sox. It does not work against a man who helped beat the Yankees, and she should be well versed in that folklore. She should have said “I think that Curt’s 11-2 record in the postseason guarantees that he’ll get into the Hall of Fame.”

    *there is no “Kennedy” seat; that is a myth

    Wednesday
    09Dec2009

    Has Barry Bonds Really Disappeared?

    Barry Bonds(notes), 45, has not filed retirement papers, despite not having played in two seasons. Why not? “Because he’s not retired,” said Bonds’ agent, Jeff Borris. “He was run out of the game.”

    I find it remarkable that Barry Bonds has simply vanished from baseball, vanished from the public consciousness, gone down the rabbit hole, in other words. Oh, sure—he has legal issues. He’s here. But he’s not really here anymore, is he? In light of the scandal surrounding him, that’s probably a relief for him as a person, not so much as a player who is one more season away from getting to 3,000 hits and breaking a few more records, notably, Rickey Henderson’s record for runs.

    In general, though, you would think that he would be omnipresent, and a part of the sports discussion and a part of what’s going on in baseball. Instead, baseball acts like there was no Barry Bonds, like he didn’t break the home run record, and that his absence from the discussion is a good thing.

    In previous years, you couldn’t go a single day without a mention of Barry Bonds. Now? Nothing.

    UPDATE: No kidding. The day after I put this up, you have this story on the wires:

    BondsBar ry Bonds still has yet to formally retire from baseball. But the career of the major leagues’ reigning home run king is over, his agent says, according to the San Francisco Chronicle.

     
    Bonds has insisted he won’t retire, leaving open the possibility that he might yet catch on with another team. But that hasn’t happened, and his agent doubts that it ever will, according to the report.

    “It’s two years since he played his last game, and if there was any chance he’d be back in a major-league uniform, it would have happened by now,” his agent, Jeff Borris, said Wednesday, according to the report.

    Coincidence?

    Friday
    07Aug2009

    Taking a Risk on a Broken Player

    Technically, when you pick someone up off waivers, you're not really being cutting edge and risky, unless one were to go out on the waiver wire right now and pick up Jose Canseco (which would be more insane than risky). I think it is interesting when a team takes a chance on a disgraced player who has been injured--will the desire to prove himself overcome any physical infirmities?

    The Minnesota Twins picked up one Mr. Carl Pavano today:

    The Twins agreed Friday to send the Cleveland Indiansa player to be identified later in exchange for Pavano, a one-time All-Star whose career derailed in New York during four injury-ruined seasons with the Yankees.

    "He's certainly had a significant injury history over the last few years, but he has been healthy this year," Minnesota general manager Bill Smith said from Detroit, where the Twins were scheduled to play the first-place Tigers later Friday. "We've had good reports about him on and off the field, and we're hoping that he can provide some innings for us down the stretch."

    Is this really the move that a contender would make? Stranger things have happened. The Twins actually made a move before the trade deadline, getting Orlando Cabrerafrom the Oakland A's. ESPN makes bank with these kinds of "redemption" stories, and the hamfisted critics make hay with players who have been ridiculed by the large market media goons.

    Pavano, given Torii Hunter's old number 48, was expected to join the team in Detroit. With an off day on Monday, the rotation for next week was not yet set.

    Whenever he pitches, the 33-year-old Pavano will take the mound still trying to erase the embarrassment of those four infamously bad years in New York.

    After an All-Star, 18-win season for Florida in 2004, the right-hander signed a four-year contract worth almost $40 million with the Yankees.

    He won nine games during the entire length of that deal, making only 26 starts. Ridiculed often in city tabloids and by the franchise's proud fans, Pavano drew the ire of Yankees teammates, too. They questioned his desire and work ethic during his time on the disabled list, and he even picked up the derogatory nickname "American Idle."

    Ouch. That was certainly a smack-talking handle to give a man who pulled down that kind of money for sitting on the bench. My question is, how does anyone know whether or not a player actually has desire? Is it in the way he hustles himself into a seat on the bench so he can sit, rapt at attention, for the duration of the entire game, furiously scribbling notes and squinting with one eye closed at the radar gun in the distance? Is it in the bitchy clubhouse gossip that leaks out to the New York Media? Is it in the way the player wears his uniform tight at the crotch to give him less wind resistance as he saunters into the clubhouse after the game?

    The media in the Twin Cities is pretty bad, actually. There really is no viable criticism of sports there. It's like being the biggest thing in Buffalo, Mr. T.O. No one will stop and give you the key to the city and no one in the relevant part of the country even cares that they love you there.

    Thursday
    06Aug2009

    Have You Heard? Sports Illustrated Doesn't Like ESPN

    In what has to be a shocker, Frank DeFord of Sports Illustrated doesn't think that much of ESPN:

    Imagine if Vogue was not only the country's single dominant fashion medium but also produced most major runway shows. Imagine if The Wall Street Journal was not just the nation's only powerful business outlet but it also owned the rights to the listings on the New York Stock Exchange.

    Well, essentially so it is with ESPN and sports. ESPN rules the land, the sea and the firmament of sport, and ESPN sees that it is good. What it covers is so often what it owns the rights to -- in almost every major sport. ESPN has multiple channels, a magazine, a radio network and now it's starting local Web sites in many cities to compete on that level.

    To be sure, other networks share some rights to the various leagues, but only ESPN is a critical mass. ESPN can make you. For example, it signed a 15-year contract with the Southeastern Conference for more than $2 billion, thereby sending every other conference into a panic mode, fearful that ESPN will make the SEC preeminent, America's conference. It can do that.

    In no other significant part of American culture does one media entity enjoy such domination.

    Well, I hate to disagree with you there, Mr. DeFord. Have you, perchance, heard of a thing called NASCAR? It's true that NASCAR has a split contract with ESPN and parent company ABC, Fox, and TNT, but the main event, the Daytona 500, has remained with Fox Sports. Almost no one cares about any other race except for the Daytona 500 in NASCAR. It is a sport ESPN cannot control or dominate because, in point of fact, NASCAR's popularity dwarfs that of most everything else.

    This split, however, reveals that ESPN is not entirely the evil entity that one might think it to be. Major League Baseball, the NBA, and especially the NFL are all carried on other networks besides ESPN. There's actually quite a bit of parity here--you can still watch all of the major sports and never land on the ESPN part of the dial. I rate the NFL, NASCAR, Baseball, College Football, the NBA, College basketball, then everything else starting with Hockey as being separate in many ways from ESPN. In point of fact, Hockey isn't even on ESPN anymore, and serves as the model for how a sport can exist entirely outside of ESPN's sphere of influence.

    That has led some to speculate that ESPN has tried to kill the NHL:

    It is without hyperbole that one can argue that ESPN is killing the National Hockey League. By creating and reinforcing an expectation of failure regarding the NHL, ESPN is shaping public perception and contributing to the “death” of the NHL in the United States.

    At first glance, the argument that ESPN has the power to “kill” anymajor sport may appear sensationalist. However, the impact of ESPN on the average American sports fan can be easily underestimated. As the first national sports television network, ESPN has developed a loyal following and widespread credibility among sports fans — so much so that it can brand itself The Worldwide Leader in Sports without appearing too self-aggrandizing or sensational. Via a combination of business savvy, competent self-promotion, and responsible coverage of major sporting events, ESPN has more than lived up to its promise and is now the first choice for sports news in over 100 million U.S. homes. The network’s commentators and personalities have become larger than life and the de facto sources of sports information and expertise.

    While ESPN’s stock has been rising, there can be little debate that the NHL’s stock has been dropping on ESPN. Since the NHL made the questionable decision to abandon the cable network as its broadcast partner in favor of the fledgling Versus network many have argued that NHL coverage on the Worldwide Leader in Sports has ranged from underwhelming to disrespectful. Even ESPN’s ombudsman, Le Anne Schreiber, felt compelled to examine hockey coverage on the network. In an article last month, she confirmed that hockey coverage has indeed diminished 28% on Sportscenter over the last three years and that hockey-oriented shows such as NHL 2Night were cut altogether since ESPN’s loss of NHL rights.

    That article was written in 2007, and the NHL has had two fantastic seasons since then. The NHL isn't going anywhere. ESPN will, at some point, have to come back around and play the game. And I have two words for that: Sidney Crosby.

    To wit:

    [as of the end of the 2009 regular season] The National Hockey League has set an overall attendance record for the fourth consecutive season. Total attendance of 21,475,223 and the per-game average of 17,460 were 1.1% higher than the corresponding record figures of 21,236,255 and 17,265 from 2007-08.

    The
    Chicago Blackhawksestablished an NHL club record by attracting an average of 21,783 to their 40 home dates at United Center (not including the 40,818 who filled Wrigley Field for the Winter Classic on New Year's Day). With sellout crowds of 21,273 at Bell Centre for each of their 41 home games, the Montreal Canadiens ranked second in per-game average. The Minnesota Wildsold out their season for the eighth time in their eight NHL campaigns and the Pittsburgh Penguins completed back-to-back sold-out seasons for the first time in franchise history. Other clubs to attract sellout crowds to each of their games were the Calgary Flames, Edmonton Oilers, New York Rangers, Toronto Maple Leafs and Vancouver Canucks. Several other clubs, including the Buffalo Sabres, Detroit Red Wings, Ottawa Senators, Philadelphia Flyers, San Jose Sharks and Washington Capitals, were virtually sold out.

    The NHL, then, is thriving in attendance, but perhaps suffering the effects of the bad economy like everything else. It could probably stand to lose two clubs, which I won't name, but when you're selling out in San Jose, all things considered, you can survive without ESPN.  In and of itself, ESPN is an immature entity, and sports is not, as Mr. DeFord tries to point out here, all that damned serious:

    For instance, the network has a very unbecoming habit of subtly claiming it alone uncovers all the news. Typically, a valid report will come out, but hours later, ESPN will declare that it has "confirmed" such-and-such. That kind of tacky stuff. Exclusive: ESPN hereby confirms that it is Wednesday.

    Or a couple of weeks ago, ESPN initially refused to report the news that was headlined everywhere else, that Pittsburgh's Super Bowl-winning quarterback, Ben Roethlisburger, had been accused of sexual assault. The network's excuses were too noble by half, because there's a double standard, and ESPN is known to cozy up to the very superstars it purports to cover.

    Sports is diversion. When ESPN started up, there was precious little coverage of sports, beyond watching ABC's Wide World of Sports and whatever game of the week was on. I can remember a time when cartoons were only seen on Saturdays, sports were only seen on weekends, and Monday through Friday nights was a time for jiggly boobs and serious dramas. Oh, how far we have fallen.

    We already have complete and utter obeisance to politicians from our Main $tream Media, sir--ever heard of a thing called Meet the Press? Ever heard of a thing called the Washington Post, which is a newspaper that cannot make up its mind as to how it can race to the bottom and cover itself in excrement fast enough? There is no equivalency to the ridiculousness of ESPN breathlessly covering every aspect of Bret Favre's game of chicken with his destiny and having an utterly incompetent and failed working media deliver lies, distortions, and rote stenography into our public discourse. When Kellen Winslow put on army fatigues and said he was going to war, of course we laughed--what a clown. When our media failed to tell us why the men and women in the real fatigues were really dying, well, that should tell you where this argument rests.

    Friday
    31Jul2009

    Historical Revisionism and the Steroid Era

    Oh, please--please tell me you're joking with this crap:

    When it comes to the sham that is the Boston Red Sox's championship legacy during the 21st century, it's about the New York Yankees.

    It's always been about the Yankees with the Red Sox.

    More specifically, it's always been about Yogi Berra's quote for the ages regarding the Red Sox toward his Yankees: "They'll never beat us."

    And they haven't. Not legitimately. Especially not given the latest news that David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez formed an artificially inflated duo to slug the Red Sox to those World Series titles in 2004 and 2007.

    Ortiz confirmed through the players' association that he tested positive for drug use in 2003, and sources told the New York Times' Web site that Ramirez did the same. So Ramirez is at least a two-time loser. He served a 50-game suspension earlier this year for violating baseball's drug policy.

    All of this means several things. It means the Bloody Sock becomes just a bloody sock. It means Theo Epstein looks more like an opportunist than a whiz kid (in addition to acquiring Ortiz, he grabbed reliever Eric Gagne, another steroid guy). It means those contributing to Fenway Park's record for consecutive sellouts at home are among the bamboozled. It means the rise of the Red Sox Nation is headed for a dramatic collapse, even sooner than I predicted in this space a few weeks ago.

    Calm down, Poindexter. No one's talking collapse just yet.

    The idea that any title, record, statistic or victory is legitimate or not due to the taint of the steroid era rests with your non-Commissioner of Baseball, the venerable Bud Selig, who will not touch controversy. He will not deal with any issue that might cause money to evaporate from the grubbing mitts of the owners who empower him to keep their money from even getting close to the evaporation phase of existence.

    Here's what we should do--invalidate everything or nothing, and then shut up about it. The 2000 Yankees are nothing to be proud of either, by the way--and may go down as the dirtiest team, ever, in terms of cheating to win a title:

    When the Yankees won their third successive World Series and fourth in five years in 2000, Torre, their manager, was hailed as an automatic entrant to the Hall of Fame. Now, however, it develops that the Yankees' 2000 team was loaded with players who used performance-enhancing drugs before, during or after that season.

    Between the Mitchell report and unsealed affidavits filed by law enforcement officials, the count has reached 10, including Clemens, Denny Neagle and Jason Grimsley. Others named included Andy Pettitte, Chuck Knoblauch, Mike Stanton and David Justice, but the use for which they are cited occurred after the 2000 World Series.

    It may be far-fetched to question whether Torre could be tainted by the steroids fallout, but there are critics who say baseball should do something about records possibly enhanced by steroids use, so why should a team be any different from a player? If you want to question many of Bonds's 762 home runs and Clemens's 354 victories, look at teams' achievements, too.

    According to the Mitchell report, Clemens used steroids in the latter half of the 2000 season. Neagle played for the Yankees in the latter half of that season and, according to Mitchell, used human growth hormone.

    Sports blogging really could use some cleaning up. It's as if they don't think people can actually read. This notion that a comparison of the rivalry of the teams of the 1950s matters a whit today is phony nostalgia, nothing more. Baseball is more than phony nostalgia and hazy memories masquerading as profound analysis.

    Should we pine for the 1909 season, and what it means to today's Pittsburgh Pirates to know that the lofty achievements of that season's team--a first place finish and a championship--mean nothing as they unload players?

    Come on. Find something meaningful to write about.