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Florida Marlins

King Fish

Are you wondering who the hell the Marlins are?

Are you shocked they’ve become the living embodiment of “Major League?”

[Brian Moehler= Eddie Harris]

 Are you questioning the validity of their surge? [Big mistake buddy, big mistake]

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 Back in Winter, my friend and I couldn’t stop laughing at the Marlins’ team website. On the top of the page, where there had previously been a bevy of All Stars, now stood a barren collection of Palm Trees, blowing aimlessly in the figurative wind of cyberspace. Hilarious.

 Well, who’s laughing now?

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General Sports

Amen: The Meaning of Sports

  What is it we feel when truly alive? What is that intangible feeling, that pulsation through our veins, heightening our awareness, sharpening our senses? How do we continually find that glimmer of curiosity, an innocent yearning for hope burning within our eyes?

How does one trap that feeling, grasp it forever, never let it go? Does it become an addiction? A detriment?

 What is the cost of these prices we pay for each other?

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New York Yankees

Money Train

[Written shortly after the Yankees swept the Red Sox]

Nothing fastballs, hanging curves, flat sliders, maddening walks, cheap hits, big bombs, did I mention walks?

Frail swings, meek grounders, zero cohesion, dead sox.

Imminently questionable, utterly inconsolable, thy name is Tito.

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Here, for your reading pleasure, are five observations gleamed from Armageddon. Shards of insight from a diehard Yankee fan, temporarily unburdened from this media fed beast known as Yankees-Red Sox.

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MLB General

Unconditional Love: A Short Baseball Story

 The sun sprayed vibrant beams off Monty’s shades and he smiled, tapping the bat lightly against his cleats. He briefly surveyed his surroundings, knowing that this minor lapse in concentration was well worth the view. The crowd was monumental, swaying and weaving, a summer splashed collage, all sweat and vigor, humming with anticipation.

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MLB General

Rivals by Matt Waters

The All Star Break has indeed arrived, providing it’s usual prompt for differing opinions on a variety of mundane topics, ranging from how exactly home field advantage should be tabulated in the Fall Classic, to whether every single team should have it’s respective existence justified with an All Star selection. The answers to these questions are relatively simple, but it doesn’t stop the media from pondering philosophical for days on end.

[By the way, there is no right way to determine home field advantage in the World Series. The prevailing argument at this current unstable juncture calls for the team with the best record to be awarded home field, but even that seemingly sane opinion can be easily challenged: If an NL team has the superior record in this particular season, their dominance would definitely include a caveat, that being success reaped over inferior competition. I say give it to the League who won the Inter-League battle. If nothing else, it would annoy pessimistic purists to a laughable boiling point. Always a worthwhile exercise.]  

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MLB General

Echoes in the Dark by Matt Waters

There exists a thin line between purity and putridity, and in stepping over it we merely reveal our humanity, a practice par for the course in a world that often confuses greatness and excess.

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General Sports

Return of the Avenging Journalist

The question is simple yet seemingly unanswerable. Why, in this hallowed age of High Definition, can’t people see through all the tired, pixilated, hypocritical garbage?

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NFL General

Our Bloody Sunday by Matt Waters

Imagine for a moment, the monumental ramifications of such a vile announcement, such a heinous proclamation, the utter outrage, the swell of revolted humanity, imagine it all, if Barry Bonds were to be sued by a young woman for the purposeful infection of a sexually transmitted disease.

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Boston Red Sox

Everything and Nothing by Matt Waters

It’s a ground ball to second, pathetic, rolling meagerly toward inevitable doom. I watch. The scene appears to be moving in slow motion. A serene calm has invaded my senses, the worst has arrived and will eventually pass, just as the moment would, fleetingly, fatefully. Pokey Reese immaculately scoops the ball from the depths, measuring up the impossible as he aims a throw towards first base. Just as they had done for the last four games, one man didn’t just represent a whole, he elevated above, forming an impossible force, an immovable will, a historical comeback. The throw is perfect. The Red Sox begin to celebrate on a field polluted by ghosts, victorious. The deed is done.

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New York Mets

The New Testament by Matt Waters

The insecure Met fan is truly a mystifying connoisseur of the Great American pastime, a mixture of fundamentalist fanatical passion and unrelenting insecurity.

In my time, I’ve encountered many Metropolitan fans that take unique pride in their distinctly sane outlook on all things Orange and Blue.