I’ve never been banned from anything. Don’t get me wrong. I was once escorted out of a Las Vegas nightclub long before Johnny Manziel made it fashionable but that’s a story for another time. I bring this up is because Continue reading
“What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.” Radiohead, Creep This week, Alex Rodriguez knocked in his 1992nd RBI. That tied him with Babe Ruth for fourth most all-time. Not long ago he passed Willie Mays for Continue reading
I am here to provide closure for baseball fans once and for all. You can thank me later. Today, I am going to grant myself one wish and one wish only. Of course, if I actually stumbled onto a genie’s Continue reading
What an uppity week it’s been for sports. With all the stimulants being passed around, it’s amazing anyone can catch a bit of sleep. From Poland to Las Vegas to Cooperstown, athletes have made headlines for dipping into the supply Continue reading
Last week, we bid the first, long-awaited adieu to Bud Selig, a man who will mistakenly go down as one of the better commissioners baseball has ever seen. Rob Manfred will soon take his place. Manfred has worked for Major Continue reading
There’s a scene in one of Bill Murray’s earlier movies, Meatballs, where Murray, a camp counselor, is coaching his kids the night before their competition against the heavily favored Camp Mohawk. Murray tells his kids that whether they win or Continue reading
I’m about to say something utterly ridiculous. I am currently rooting for Alex Rodriguez.
Major League Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig recently told a member of the media that he has “never sent an e-mail and never will.” I guess that explains why the sport he oversees remains stuck in the Stone Age. Selig probably Continue reading
Setting: A dimly lit, smoke-filled room. A scrawny, grey-haired, spectacled gentleman sits at his desk, contemplating retirement while tapping his loafers on the Plasticine that protects his plush, office carpet from the rolling wheels of his chair.
I’m suddenly overcome with this unclean feeling and it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t lifted myself off the couch to brush my teeth after last night’s red meat, wine and cigar-smoking extravaganza.