Dancing. Torn tendons. Suicide attempts. You know, the usual.
My Chickball writings are turning into somewhat lazy and disjointed, pseudo-Buster Olney kind of entries. But meh.
On Emmitt Smith: I meant to mention this sooner but it gives me great joy to see he's on Dancing with the Stars. I can't explain it. And you know what? Judging by the commercials, he's actually good. Think we could see Willie McGinest on the show in a few years?
On Pedro: Wow. You can practically smell the devastation drifting out of the Mets dugout. This is huge. I never really thought the Mets would win the World Series, but now? They don't have a chance. It's not just that they lost a Cy Young Award winning pitcher for the post-season but it's the change in attitude that will ultimately doom the team. While David Wright is thinking on the positive side, quoted as saying the Mets will go far in the playoffs with or without Pedro, other guys seem less than optimistic. Willie Randolph, Tom Glavine, Julio Franco, and even Omar Minaya have conveyed their extreme disappointment. Instead, they should be pumping up the team and looking past this. If I were Minaya, I'd be searching for a motivational speaker in the Yellow Pages right about now.
On T.O.: My feelings on the Terrell Owens business can be summed up in this way: LOL. Initially, I simply raised an eyebrow at the supposed suicide attempt but then decided
this was a situation that warranted a good laugh. The best part of the whole thing (aside from his idiot publicist bitching out the police): the t-shirt T.O. was wearing in the latest batch of photographs. Yes, it says "U Big Dummy!" Intentional or not?
On the breakup of Daniel Cabrera's no-hitter: F-you, Robinson Cano. Thanks for giving me yet another reason to hate your team.
On sports team abbreviations: Enough is enough. This morning I was checking out ESPN.com and saw "Avs forward Konowalchuk retires after heart tests." The Avs? What the hell. First of all, it took me a good 15 seconds to figure out who the heck they were talking about (the Colorado Avalanche, if anyone is still wondering) and second, it just doesn't sound right. "I was at the Avs game the other night." No thanks. But I'm still okay with Mavs and fine with M's.
On Trot Nixon: Sad that he'll probably be leaving the Red Sox after this season. Tis truly the end of an era. Yes, his numbers have tailed off tremendously and his injury ridden self is too much of a liability at this point, but a Red Sox team without Trot is strange to imagine. I only started religiously following the team about 10 years ago, and that's around the time he joined the organization. So long, Trot. You and your gross batting helmet will be missed.
On Emmitt Smith: I meant to mention this sooner but it gives me great joy to see he's on Dancing with the Stars. I can't explain it. And you know what? Judging by the commercials, he's actually good. Think we could see Willie McGinest on the show in a few years?
On Pedro: Wow. You can practically smell the devastation drifting out of the Mets dugout. This is huge. I never really thought the Mets would win the World Series, but now? They don't have a chance. It's not just that they lost a Cy Young Award winning pitcher for the post-season but it's the change in attitude that will ultimately doom the team. While David Wright is thinking on the positive side, quoted as saying the Mets will go far in the playoffs with or without Pedro, other guys seem less than optimistic. Willie Randolph, Tom Glavine, Julio Franco, and even Omar Minaya have conveyed their extreme disappointment. Instead, they should be pumping up the team and looking past this. If I were Minaya, I'd be searching for a motivational speaker in the Yellow Pages right about now.
On T.O.: My feelings on the Terrell Owens business can be summed up in this way: LOL. Initially, I simply raised an eyebrow at the supposed suicide attempt but then decided
this was a situation that warranted a good laugh. The best part of the whole thing (aside from his idiot publicist bitching out the police): the t-shirt T.O. was wearing in the latest batch of photographs. Yes, it says "U Big Dummy!" Intentional or not?On the breakup of Daniel Cabrera's no-hitter: F-you, Robinson Cano. Thanks for giving me yet another reason to hate your team.
On sports team abbreviations: Enough is enough. This morning I was checking out ESPN.com and saw "Avs forward Konowalchuk retires after heart tests." The Avs? What the hell. First of all, it took me a good 15 seconds to figure out who the heck they were talking about (the Colorado Avalanche, if anyone is still wondering) and second, it just doesn't sound right. "I was at the Avs game the other night." No thanks. But I'm still okay with Mavs and fine with M's.
On Trot Nixon: Sad that he'll probably be leaving the Red Sox after this season. Tis truly the end of an era. Yes, his numbers have tailed off tremendously and his injury ridden self is too much of a liability at this point, but a Red Sox team without Trot is strange to imagine. I only started religiously following the team about 10 years ago, and that's around the time he joined the organization. So long, Trot. You and your gross batting helmet will be missed.
posted by Pam at 1:38 PM
2 Comments:
oh man, i remember the first time i saw trot's nasty batting helmet. suzie had to explain what was going on with the sap and the stickiness or something. anyway, it's gross and funny.
... kinda like t.o.
last night in seminar, dellheim compared fictionalizing historical context in the edgardo mortara case to how we'll be talking about the current t.o. debacle in 20 years. and i was all "OOH OOH OOH" because t.o. was the only thing we'd talked about in three hours that i actually understood.
thank you, terrell owens, for upping my participation grade.
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