Category: General Sports

I honestly thought that movie “Closer” was going to be about Gagne. And after 10 years of watching Bev 9er, what I remember most is that Dylan McKay’s dad used “Eddie Waitkus” as his witness protection program alias. Along the same lines, the most recent episode of Arrested Development also thematically translated into a sports-related concern.

This latest synaptic misfire stemmed from the scene when Henry Winkler literally jumped over a shark, taking one small hop for mankind, one giant leap for entertainment parody. My first thought? That riding Winkler piggyback during the allegorical shark jumping is the 2004 sports season.

Why do I believe Jose Canseco? Because unlike the four other jokes who flip-flopped in front of our nation’s Congress on thursday, Canseco looked and acted like he wanted to be there.
Because he really wanted to help baseball, not himself.

by Trevor Freeman

I haven’t watched any of Tilt.  I couldn’t tell you who the lead cast members are, who produces or directs it.  The person playing Don “The Matador” Everest could pass me on the street and I would sooner ask, “Who is this loser” than beg for an autograph.

I believe you Jose. Well…most of what you say.

That’s it, I’ve had it. Except for a few people, the world has publically denounced Jose Canseco and book. While I don’t want to talk about steroids any more. I think somebody needs to take Canseco’s side. In his new book he states.

By now, we all realize that athletes aren’t always the most intelligent people.  In part, this is what scares me about Governor Jesse the Body Ventura.  But that’s another matter.  More than often, athletes say the most ridiculous things, making the rest of us ask each other, “Did they really just say that?”.  I feel like this has been one of those weeks where the stuff coming out of the mouths of professional athletes is nothing short of ludicrous.  Maybe it’s happening because Randy Moss is bored and doesn’t have anybody to offend during the off-season.  Maybe it’s because Kobe’s lawsuit is coming to an end and he’s worried he’ll lose all the positive publicity he’s been getting lately.  Well you tell me then?  

In my state of mind I shouldn’t be doing anything but trying to get some rest. In my state of mind I shouldn’t be writing. God knows, what comes out might be straight gibberish, but I am going to give it a shot.

Tuesday I got a head cold. Head colds are the worst for me. I hate the runny noses, the drowsiness, and most of all I get incredibly delirious. I say things like, “I wonder who would win in a fight between Lindsay Lohan and Kelly Clarkson?” I take Lohan simply because Clarkson seems like way too much of a sweetheart. In an email with one of my friends I said “Squints Paladoris from ‘The Sandlot’ is one of the greatest characters ever to grace the silver screen” People in a good state of mind don’t say these things. See I am still delirious

     With the first game of Spring Training in the books, I am here to offer my completely useless, yet hopefully thought-provoking predictions for the 2005 season.  Because I am lazy to say the least (and long-winded), these will be brought to you by the wonderful people in my head through various installments during the next week or so.  Deal with it.  For now, let’s start with the AL East.

I think about sports too much. This is not the first time I’ve concluded this, for my entire life has been molded around the world of sports.  I suppose it will come as no surprise, then, when I tell you that I am a sportswriter.

With their loss to Villanova one day removed, the third ranked college basketball team in the nation probably isn’t questioning how good they really are?  Last night was, if there ever is one, a quality loss; on the road, in conference, to a ranked team.

But as you digger deeper into their schedule, you start to realize, this team isn’t the third best team in the country and their 11-2 conference record doesn’t add up to being favored in their own conference tournament.

After 18 distinguished season in the NBA Reggie Miller has decided to call it quits. I will always remember May 7th, 1995, we were in the midst of a championship season in Little League but the game meant nothing to me. May 7th was Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Playoffs between the Knicks and the Pacers. My dad – along with every other father – was on the sidelines busy listening to the game on the radio. Every 15 seconds, whether I was on the field or not, I was yelling to my dad for an update on the score. By the ninth inning the game was, for all intents and purposes over.