Everyone loves to say that records are made to be broken. So when someone like Cal Ripken comes along and breaks what is believed to be an absolutley, positively, your-so-dumb-if-you-think-anyone-will-ever-touch-it unbreakable record, it should be celebrated and appreciated forever. Or at least until someone breaks that record.
So, without sounding like a broken one, let’s talk records.
Well, looks like the Powerball didn’t pan out for us again. Dog it, anyway. Maybe next time. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have 146 million years to wait for the jackpot, so I’ll take the next sure bet: winning at fantasy baseball.
I get a warm and fuzzy feeling this time of year. Winter will be wrapping up it’s tired-ass act soon, pitchers and catchers report to somewhere warmer than where we’re at, and those beloved fantasy baseball magazines start popping up on newsstands, like pimples on the forehead our sporting culture.
Last season, it was widely believed that Steve Nash won the NBA’s MVP award almost as much for what he didn’t do. This year, he’s showing that he deserves it for what he is doing. Remember the buzz last winter when Phoenix went into the tank for eight games while Nash was out with an injury? It showed the voters just how valuable the Suns point guard was to his team, and the voters chose accordingly.
What do sports writers and lazy journalism majors do when they have a deadline and no real story to turn in? Well, first they go to the bar. Then they fall back on the old standby: The “notes” column, or as some of our more clever ilk might call it, “Random Thoughts From a Random Mind.” Just string seven or eight different topics into one column. The suckers, er, I mean readers eat it up every time.
Where have all the East German “women” gone? That’s a question that’s been dogging me as I’ve been trying to watch these “Oplimpiadi Invernali” (Italian for winter olympics) during the first half a fortnight. I mean I’ve really, really been trying to watch. It seems however, that all the sports news media types are more caught up in talking about how they’re NOT watching.
The New NHL: in like a lion (shootouts, more scoring), out like a whimpering, kicked little puppy dog (the ready-to-explode gambling scandal). While Wayne Gretzky is busy wiping the sweat from his brow, let’s review the “first half” of the NHL season up to the Olympic break. First, the Eastern Conference (hey, we got a bias to keep up here!).