Cubbies-Tribe: The Something’s Gotta Give Series

I’ve been watching baseball a long time.  Not so much recently but like every red-blooded American, I grew up in a baseball household. Let’s just say in my lifetime, the Cubs and Indians have never been good.  Don’t get me Continue reading Cubbies-Tribe: The Something’s Gotta Give Series

What if?

What if Ronda Rousey fought Floyd Mayweather… and won? What if a member already in Baseball’s Hall of Fame admitted to using steroids regularly to get an edge? What if Joe Maddon wins a World Series with the Cubs? What Continue reading What if?

SportsChump meets and greets Rays brass

I landed an invite to the 2015 Tampa Bay Rays Meet and Greet this week.  The players weren’t present as they had just finished beating up the Blue Jays in a pre-season game a few towns over.  Instead, those representing Continue reading SportsChump meets and greets Rays brass

Anything is possible… unless it’s not: Rays’ roster now regrettably unrecognizable

“Anything is possible!” In 2008, Kevin Garnett shouted those words minutes after winning his first and only title as an NBA big man.  Earlier that season, he and Ray Allen defected from their franchises to join Paul Pierce and others Continue reading Anything is possible… unless it’s not: Rays’ roster now regrettably unrecognizable

Rays in, Sox out, miracles never cease

Wednesday afternoon, 161 games into the Major League season with only one remaining, I was psyched at the possibility of attending a one-game playoff between the Boston Red Sox and the Tampa Bay Rays at Tropicana Field.

Chumpservations, Vol. 21: The Fighter, Spencer Whipple, Barry Bonds, spam and having fun with parallel parking

What do spam, Barry Bonds, Spencer Whipple, parallel parking and “The Fighter” all have in common? They’re all on my mind, that’s what. Continue reading Chumpservations, Vol. 21: The Fighter, Spencer Whipple, Barry Bonds, spam and having fun with parallel parking

Debunking the myth of the Tampa Bay Rays fan

“You gonna watch the game tonight?” asked one passerby to another. “You know I am.  I got my t-shirt in the car and I’m just waiting to get off,” the other answered.