Seriously, who didn’t see this coming?
I think everyone has some players in there mind that they will always believe used performance-enhancing drugs, even though there is no hard evidence to back it up. David Ortiz was always one of those players for me.
It wasn’t that hard to see. The numbers always gave reason to be suspicious. Ortiz was a guy who looked helpless at the plate with the Twins, swinging at balls in the dirt like a golfer in a sand trap. Then, over the course of one season, he becomes an MVP candidate and sees his OPS go up more than 120 percentage points!
Yet, everyone seems to be wowed by this news. Ortiz is a lovable character and has strongly denied using PEDs of any kind, but guess what? People lie!!!
No matter how much they come off as someone who can do no wrong, people lie!!!
Within the past hour, I’ve watched two versions of the previously hidden tape that reportedly shows LeBron James getting posterized by Xavier sophomore Jordan Crawford.
Knee-jerk reaction: What? That’s it. THAT’S what Nike was falling over itself to destroy???
If you haven’t seen it yet, prepare to be disappointed …
Michael Vick broke one more ankle tackle on Monday as his electronic surveillance bracelet was removed.
Now that he is no longer under federal observation, Vick still has quite a mountain to climb to get back onto the field. Yes, there will be training, convincing owners to buy into him and the contract negotiations, but nothing will match the mia culpa he will need to express to NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell.
For 71 holes, it was a love feast. It was a sparkling endorsement of the Fountain of Youth. Then, somewhere in the waist-high weeds at Turnberry, Tom Watson got out of that fountain and proceeded to drown. And all of the good feelings from this weekend went with him.
As Watson completed a disastrous four-hole playoff against Stewart Cink on Sunday, ABC announcer Mike Tirico said something to this extent: “Thank you, Tom Watson. We will never forget this Open because of you.”
Watson gave us another example of how age is just a number. At 59, his story was not only unlikely, but unprecedented. The oldest winner of a golf major is Julius Boros, who won the 1968 PGA Championship at the age of 48.
But how will we remember Watson when the journey was brilliant, but the destination was a dead end?
Me and fantasy sports have a rather unusual relationship. I don’t play in 10 leagues a year for each sport. Just one for me and it’s been that way since I started in 2001.
I don’t play in all of these new-age fantasy leagues that have popped up, like fantasy golf or fantasy auto racing. I’m strictly a baseball and football guy.
But for that one baseball or football league per year, I turn into Daniel Plainview.
I do everything I can to win. I put in the research and the mock drafts and the magazines. Emotionally, I crumble. I have made myself physically sick through all of the stress that I put on myself through fantasy sports. I have cried. I have broken things. I even fainted once.
And yet, through all of my work, I went through 15 leagues without a title, causing the group of high school friends that make up our league each year to say that I was cursed.
Then in 2008, with the help of players such as Josh Hamilton, Ryan Howard and Mark Teixeira, I finally won a league. And, keeping a promise to my friends on that one day when I did win a league, I got my championship ring.
Well, I didn’t win it exactly. I bought it. It’s one of the best $200 investments I’ve ever made, and on the underneath side of the ring is this engraving: “The Curse Is Over.”
The point of all this is to show that I do know a little something about fantasy sports. So on the day before baseball resumes, I thought I would give out some fantasy thoughts for each position, such as most valuable player, best sell-high candidate and best buy-low candidate.
***This is a post that I wrote for a different blog last year. It’s a short piece about today, the day after the MLB All-Star Game. It’s a day that is widely known as the most boring day in sports.
It only took me about six weeks of having a blog to rehash something I already wrote. That’s sports journalism at its finest, folks.
Just remember that this was written at this time last year. Much like a political convention, the names and the events may have changed, but the message remains the same.
Rule #76: No excuses. Play like a champion.
So, I don’t have much of an excuse for not blogging much in the past two weeks. In that time, I’ve missed talking about a number of sports stories, which I would like to cover in very abbreviated versions right … about …