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By YankTank, Section NFL
"Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something." -Plato Curt Schilling reminds me of the generic and requisite Real World stock character: the cantankerous jackass who falsely assumes his "candor" is anything more than pathetic and offensive white noise. The guy whose audition tape sounds something like, "I dont give a $%^& what people think. I just keep it real and say what no one else will say. I'm not afraid to go there." And while he's initially embraced by the other housemates, he ultimately alienates himself from the group, leaving him with nothing left to do but self-indulgent confessionals. (2 comments, 1546 words in story) Full Story By BostonMac, Section Other Sports
By Ryan McGowan Vin has been heckling me for the lack of quantity of my writing lately. And by "lack of quantity," I mean I haven't posted a column since February 2007 when I wrote some diatribe about how NASCAR, and by extension the South in general, sucks.
Even though I've been a loyal and regular contributor to Poor Man's PTI, my absence from the printed word has been somewhat unexplained. So I think I owe it to the readers and especially to my colleagues Vin, Trevor, R.J., Billy, Kris, et al, to explain my writing void. (6 comments, 1149 words in story) Full Story By skippy619, Section MLB
There's a place where major league players go when their careers go downhill. It's called the Independent League. Home to Rich "El Guapo" Garces and some other fine characters. (634 words in story) Full Story By alexferguson60, Section MLB
So, it's October time. Yanks vs Indians, Red Sox vs Angels. Alex Ferguson looks at the runners and riders... (3 comments, 725 words in story) Full Story By mw2828, Section MLB
It had been a competition, and circus all the same. And now, the 2003 American League Championship Series would be decided on one game, on one night. Pedro Martinez had his legacy to protect, damaged in Game 3. Roger Clemens had his dignity to fight for. It was common knowledge that Clemens would dive into retirement immediately following the '03 season. He couldn't be remembered as a loser, defeated by his successor. (2 comments, 4326 words in story) Full Story By mw2828, Section MLB
The fourth contest was washed away by rain, leaving the tabloid vultures to pick at the carcass of Game 3. Everyone would have a say. There was New York City Mayor Mike Bloomberg, suggesting that Pedro Martinez, now known as an enemy of the elderly, would have been arrested if he pulled his shenanigans at Yankee Stadium. There was Pedro, the man himself, maintaining his intent to gently push Zimmer aside.
There was Red Sox manager Grady Little, displaying little tact in declaring the Series a battle upgraded to war. (1780 words in story) Full Story By mw2828, Section MLB
The A's had fallen, tortuously, in the playoffs once again. The defeat offered zero consolation. There were no moral victories. In their shattered clubhouse, Billy Beane lost it, railing about the payroll disparity separating the two teams. But on the field, they had been so close. So close... As the Red Sox raucously celebrated that night, ready to challenge the New York Yankees, ready to spit in the face of history, one lingering, exhausting thought couldn't have been far from their minds.
They had survived. (5001 words in story) Full Story By mw2828, Section MLB
Spring bowed to summer before summer submitted to autumn, and the most marvelous postseason in Baseball history postseason began.
In the American League, the 101 win Yankees, champions of the American League East, were matched with the determined Minnesota Twins, a team consumed with reaching the World Series after falling one step short against Anaheim a year prior. (4 comments, 2754 words in story) Full Story By mw2828, Section MLB
Sports couldn't exist without opposing forces. Here is the story of two teams destined for no greater glory than to define each other. Here is one legend of the fall, among many others. (4 comments, 2384 words in story) Full Story By YankTank, Section MLB
"I have just returned from Boston. It's the only thing to do if you find yourself up there." I don't eat New England clam chowder or Boston éclairs. I don't wear the color red at all during baseball season. I weasel out of business trips that involve a Massachusetts destination. The city of Boston, to me, is no different than mint chocolate chip ice cream, margaritas, or "The Lord of the Rings." I don't care how universally popular they are: I've tried 'em, and I hate 'em. (10 comments, 2068 words in story) Full Story
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