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Monday, August 10, 2009

The Bus Arrives - Rios

I was listening to JP Ricciardi, general manager of the Blue Jays, a few days ago. He had just put Alex Rios on waivers and was telling a reporter, "It happens all the time. We're just testing the waters."

Sure. And have I got some stock to sell you.

Rios is gone because of his own underperformance, but more importantly the underperformance of the whole team. The Jays spent big bucks on Rios and Vernon Wells. Result? Another .500 season. Somebody had to be jettisoned in order to make some financial space for next year. Scott Rolen went last week, and then it was Rios' turn. Enter the White Sox, who scooped Rios up this evening.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Perfection

I'm still not sure what a perfect game means. Sure, sure, no hits, no walks, but is that all the pitcher's doing?

In last night's Sox/Rays game, Larry Wise caught a would-be homer in the ninth inning to save Mark Buehrle's perfect game. As with any pitcher's "win," a perfect game depends a lot on the other eight men on the field. So did Buehrle pitch a perfect game or did the White Sox win a perfect game?

When you get down to it, the only way a pitcher could possibly claim a perfect game for himself would be to throw 27 strikeouts, making the rest of the team not players but bystanders. (Take the 27 strikeouts at face value for argument's sake; it is possible for a pitcher to strike out 4 guys in an inning if the hitter swings, the catcher misses the ball, and the hitter beats the throw to first. The hitter still "struck out," and the pitcher has to face the next guy. But the perfect game would be shot, too).

Roger Clemens came close twice: he struck out 20 batters apiece in two separate games. Kerry Wood and Randy Johnson both struck out 20 guys in a single game. The only pitcher to ever strike out 27 batters in a single game was a guy named Ron Necciai. He played minor league ball back in the '50s. It wasn't a perfect game, but a no-hitter, and Necciai needed to strike out four men in the ninth because of a catcher's passed ball.

So has there ever really been a "perfect game" by a pitcher? Depends how you look at perfection.

You can argue it till the cows come home. A perfect game is either a fantastic feat done by a very good pitcher, or a statistical anomoly (there's only been 18 perfect games in the history of baseball) compliments of a good - and lucky - team.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

The Bus Arrives - Man Ram

It looks like Ramirez is going on a 50-game road trip. Solo:

Manny Ramirez was suspended for 50 games by Major League Baseball on Thursday, becoming the latest high-profile player ensnared in the sport’s drug scandals.

The Los Angeles Dodgers star said he did not take steroids and was given medication by a doctor that contained a banned substance. The commissioner’s office didn’t announce the specific violation by the 36-year-old outfielder, who apologized to the Dodgers and fans for “this whole situation.”


Strangely enough, "this whole situation" helps highlight how much players like Ramirez are paid. Since players aren't paid while on suspension over drug use, Ramirez will lose a little over $7 million. What's astounding about that number is not how much money it is, but how little. $7 million is only a third of his salary. He'll still come out of the 2009 season roughly $17 million richer than he went in.

If Ramirez is crying, then he's crying himself to sleep in a big bed full of money.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Bronx Bummed

There's one question on my mind this morning: "How does Joe Girardi still have a job?"

Yesterday, the manager of the Yankees watched his team suffer another mammoth loss at the hands of the Indians, going down 22-4. Yes, Cleveland hung 22 runs on them, 14 of them coming in a second inning that seemed like it would never end.


A few days back, the Yankees proved that their new digs weren't exactly lucky. They lost 10-2 in the first home game in the new Yankee Stadium's history. The next day, they managed to salvage some pride by winning 6-5. Then came the historic blowout: Yahoo Sports quotes the Elias Sports Bureau as saying that no team has ever scored 14 runs in the second inning, against the Yankees or anybody else.

Steinbrenner's sons are in charge of the team now. That's pretty obvious. If The Boss had been in charge during yesterday's 22-4 rout, Girardi would have been canned by the sixth inning.

And rightfully so. New stadium? $1.5 billion. New payroll? $201 million. Headline from the New York Post: TRIBE'S 14-RUN 2ND SPARKS RECORD ROUT. Talk about your Bronx bummers!

Embarrassment isn't the word. The Yankee empire built themselves a crown jewel and then managed to make it look like a home for wayward losers.

I never saw Girardi as a Yankee manager. He's too buff, too slick. Yogi Berra had the the proper paunch and Billy Martin the filthy mouth (trying to deck Reggie Jackson in the dugout made him the inta-classic Yankee manager). Joe Torre was a gentleman but looked like a hitman. Girardi's too Miami or too Hollywood. He needs to head back to Florida first chance he gets.

Photo by Nick Laham/Getty Images

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Fade to Black - Mark Fidrych


I never got to see Fidrych play. I was too young. But my brother used to talk about him, and every so often you'd see highlights of "Big Bird" on the sports shows.

He died today in an apparent accident while working on his truck.

The Freep has a good write-up on him. A taste:

He had a no-hitter through seven innings in [his] first start, won nine of his first 10 starts, started the All-Star Game and even had Howard Cosell genuflecting at his feathered feet before a national television audience – all in a span of two months.

The rest is worth reading.

Baseball players never die. They just turn into black and white photographs.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Why I Like Sowell

Two paragraphs from one of Thomas Sowell's latest articles:

How can a President of the United States be re-elected in a landslide after four years when unemployment never fell below 15 percent for even one month during his first term? Franklin D. Roosevelt did it by blaming it all on the previous administration. Barack Obama may be able to achieve the same result the same way.

Can you name the only baseball player to bat .382 in his last year in the major leagues? The first five readers who can will receive a free copy of my new book, "Applied Economics."

Sowell's smart, and he knows what's important. (The answer, by the way, is Shoeless Joe Jackson; he was banned from baseball after the 1919 World Series).

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A-Rod's Rebirth Begins

I have a cast iron stomach, but these guys make anyone want to hurl.

What was A-Rod's "mistake?" Sitting on a syringe over and over again without asking for a new stool?

From Yahoo Sports, quoting the Yankees' front office:

"We strongly believe there is no place in baseball for performance-enhancing drugs of any type, and we support the efforts of the Commissioner to continually improve the testing process,” the statement read.

“We urged Alex to be completely open, honest and forthcoming in addressing his use of performance enhancing drugs. We take him at his word that he was. Although we are disappointed in the mistake he spoke to today, we realize that Alex - like all of us - is a human being not immune to fault.”

The Yankees also reiterated their family-type atmosphere, and Rodriguez was no exception.

“We speak often about the members of this organization being part of a family, and that is never more true than in times of adversity,” the statement read. “Alex took a big step by admitting his mistake, and while there is no condoning the use of performance-enhancing drugs, we respect his decision to take accountability for his actions.

“We support Alex, and we will do everything we can to help him deal with this challenge and prepare for the upcoming season.”


Photo: Newsday

Monday, February 09, 2009

Baseball Player to World: I Was Young And Rich, So Of Course I Took Drugs

And that's that. Another user of performancing enhancing drugs, another liar to come out of baseball's hollow halls, another round of BS excuses about being young, rich, and "under pressure."

I'd love to know what they mean by pressure. So they boo you. So what? When you sign a multi-million dollar contract, you're going to get paid even if you strike out every at bat for an entire season. Some pressure.

I watched A-Rod's 60 Minutes interview last year, where he didn't even blink when saying that he never touched the juice. He's a very good liar. Since he's now confessed to the hero-worshipping ESPN (can he have picked a more friendly outlet to talk about his "mistakes?"), we can only assume that the evidence behind the Sports Illustrated article that outed him must be overwhelming.

I said a few days ago that it was disappointing to see A-Rod now on the list of liars and drug users. He is the only active player that stands a chance to beat Barry "Balco" Bonds' bogus home run record. Among active players, Ken Griffey Jr. sits in the #2 spot for home runs with 611. But he's 38 years old, so there's little to no chance that he can eclipse Bonds. A-Rod, at 32-years-old, seems destined to beat the record. He only needs a couple of hundred more in his career and, should he play until his late 30's, he can beat that record easily.

But who cares? His records are meanignless now.

So that's it. I think I am entirely justified in believing that Hank Aaron is still the home run king, and probably will be for at least the next two decades.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Another *

Not a stunner, but still disappointing:

In 2003, when he won the American League home run title and the AL Most Valuable Player award as a shortstop for the Texas Rangers, Alex Rodriguez tested positive for two anabolic steroids, four sources have independently told Sports Illustrated.

I wrote a while back that if anyone could save baseball's record books, it would be Rodriguez. Given good health, he could eclipse Barry Bonds' tainted home run record and get things back on the up-and-up.

If the above story is true, then that hope goes up in smoke.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Baseball and the Invisible Couch

Looks like they might be playing baseball tonight. The question is, who cares?

This World Series has been dismal. One game didn't start until 10:30pm because of rain, and another got chopped in half because of rain. Tonight we might get to see the Phillies win after only 3 1/2 innings of work.

I can't blame MLB for the weather, but I can blame them for these ridiculous 8:30 pm start times. When I was a kid I had to lie very quietly on the couch, just out of my dad's peripheral vision, in order to catch the first quarter of Monday Night Football. I couldn't cough, sneeze, sigh, or twitch my foot. If I did, he'd snap his head to the left and say, "You're still up? Time for bed."

Any kid watching the World Series these days must be going through the same hell. They must be as amazed as I was at the pure focus of a father-fan. You can lie on the couch forever and fathers won't notice you. You get to hear them curse, rant, blame the QB, fire the coach, and hang the referee, all from the sanctity of your invisible couch. But take one deep breath, and you're in bed within two minutes.

MLB needs to bring the start times back down to earth and give kids a chance to see the game. Or at least what's left of it.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Bummed Out By A Rain Out

So much for the parade in Philly. They'll have to wait at least a day, as game 5 was rained out in the 6th inning.

It was a 2-2 tie when the game was called, so they'll pick it back up on Tuesday.

Update: Looks like they aren't playing tonight and will wait for better weather. Whenever that is.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Hockey Takes Over

I started watching hockey a little too early.

This happens a lot. Just as the World Series gets going, I start watching the Wings play hockey. Then it becomes an eternal battle of the "last" button: hockey - click - baseball - click - hockey hockey hockey - click - bas - click!

The World Series has to be pretty compelling for me to switch back and stick with it for two innings in a row while the hockey game's on. This year is no exception, and I'm having a harder time staying with the Series than I thought I would. Tonight I'll bet that I only watched one solid inning from top to bottom. The rest was a fit inducing carnival of channel surfing.

I thought I'd be more into the World Series this year because it is the first time the Rays have a shot at winning the title. Not so. It would have been a far better story line if the Red Sox and Dodgers had won, so we could see Manny getting booed like crazy in Fenway. Still, it was nice seeing the Red Sox lose and not even make it.

I'll keep rooting for the Rays, but I'm back in Wing Land and that's how it's going to stay.

Anyway, Philly won tonight. They're up 2-1 in the series.

Photo: Yahoo Sports

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Phillies Win Game 1

The Phillies took game 1 of the World Series in what was a pretty pedestrian game. No big highlights, a couple of errors, and some pretty poor hitting. It was easy to flick over to see how the Red Wings were doing and forget that the baseball game was still on (Red Wings won).

The Phillies should be happy with the win in Tampa, but the Rays can take some comfort in knowing that the Phillies have trouble driving in runs. Philly managed 8 hits and 6 walks, but left a whopping 22 men on base. While watching the game, I was thinking, "If the Phillies could hit when it counts, they'd be up by 10."

Tampa might have their own troubles in that department, at least as far as BJ Upton goes. He's been the Rays' slugger all post-season, but tonight he went 0-4 and left 5 men on while hitting into two double plays. He needs to get his groove back, or Tampa will lose the series in 4 or 5.

We'll see what happens tomorrow.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Baseball's Dunce of the Year


"Nobody feels worse than the guys in our bullpen. I thought we played a great game. You can't dwell on it. We have to move on. We have another game to play." - Joe Maddon, Tampa Bay Rays manager.

Really Joe? Nobody feels worse than the guys in the pen? Admittedly, they should feel awful after blowing a 7-0 lead. But how about you Joe? The manager. The dunce.

Let me lay it out for you: your star starter, Scott Kazmir, has just pitched 6 great innings. He's only given up 2 hits and 3 walks. The game is going splendidly. You are 9 outs away from the first World Series in franchise history. Even Boston's unbeatable closer is having a bad night, as he gives up 2 runs to make the score 7 - 0. Your team is rolling. So what should you do?

Well, of course, you throw in a guy cold from the pen. He gives up four hits and four runs in two-thirds of an inning, followed by another guy who gives up three hits and three runs in 1.1 innings, followed by another reliever who gives up the winning run in another two-thirds of inning. Great decision, Joe. And hey, who can blame you? Why not chuck a couple of cold, young guys out there to see if they can take their minds off the fact that they're 3 innings away from a World Series...unless they blow it.

Baseball managers and their love of pitch count and relief pitchers literally makes me sick to my stomach. There's nothing worse than seeing a manager reach for the telephone when his starting pitcher is doing just fine, thank you very much.

Note to managers: no matter how great you think your bullpen is, there is only one reason why those guys are in the pen and not starting games: they aren't good enough. When your starter is rolling towards a shutout, keep him rolling.

Joe Maddon apparently had his nose buried too deeply in the Manager Handbook, or his head too far up his ass, to see how perfectly things were going for his team. Hopefully the players don't suffer for his idiocy by having Boston come back and win the series altogether.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Rays Win, Cubs Are Still Cubs

The Rays impressed me. It was their first playoff game in franchise history, and they didn't show a trace of nerves. They beat Chicago 6-4, and they made it look pretty easy.

Evan Longoria sat dead red on a fastball and a curve and knocked both of them out of the park. If he stays hot, they'll take the White Sox in a sweep, perhaps losing just one back in Chicago.

That last line is total BS, of course, as baseball is an incredibly unpredictable game. But for the Rays, so far, so good. As always, I am rooting for a team out of the AL East as long as it isn't the hated Red Sox.

As for the Cubs. Well...they're the Cubs. 4 errors at home is not the way to win a baseball game, and they proved it by losing 10-3 to the Dodgers. Now the Cubbies are 1 loss away from being knocked out of the post-season.

The Cubs haven't won a World Series in 100 years. Think about that. 100 years. 90-year-old men have been born, cheered for the Cubs their entire lives, and died without seeing a Series victory. Right now there's got to be a 98-year-old Cubs fan sitting in the old folks home saying, "Please, Lord. Please let this be the year." Bummer.

The only way I would like to see Boston back in the World Series is if the Dodgers beat the Cubs and get to the Series as well. Then we'll see Manny being Manny against his old team, and the storyline will be fantastic. Provided the Dodgers win, of course.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Welcome to the Party

Hats off to the Tampa Bay Rays, who made it into the post-season for the first time in franchise history. They dropped the "Devil" from their name, and the monkey off their backs.

A hundred years ago in the preseason, Scott Kazmir said they were good enough to play in October. Everyone laughed. Who's laughing now?

Last year, they were the worst team in baseball. Now they're in the show. It doesn't get any better than that for a team fighting for respect.



Photo: AP

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Those Crazy Days of Base-Ball

I was watching a game the other night, and Jays' reliever Brandon League whipped a ball at a batter. The pitch struck him in the leg, the batter took his base, and the ump tossed League from the game.

Usually an ump gives a pitcher a warning before tossing him, but these days the umps are quick on the trigger to toss someone if they think the pitcher intentionally drilled the guy.

Personally, I think throwing at a batter is part of the game, as long as the pitch comes in below the shoulders. The "inside pitch" has got to remain a part of baseball, and pitchers have to be given the right to throw it. Batters already have a massive advantage through a small stirke zone, a short pitcher's mound, and a meaningless batter's box. These days they can even elect to wear padding on their elbow, which should be banned outright: this is not cricket, and elbow padding only begs a hitter to lean over the plate.

If umpires begin tossing pitchers at the first sign of trouble, then you can kiss pitching strategy good-bye. A pitcher won't want to throw inside to brush a batter back, because if he misses by only two or three inches, he might plunk the batter and end up with a trip to the showers. This threat forces the pitcher to pitch carefully over the plate, and when you pitch carefully over the plate, you're throwing grapefruits ripe for homeruns.

The history of hitting someone with a baseball is as old as baseball itself, but the rules have gone through unbelievable changes. In fact, batters used to receive the short end of the stick when it came to inside pitching.

Picture this. The year is 1876. You're playing "base-ball." You're up to bat, as the "striker," wearing your little cloth cap and baggy pants. The pitcher winds up from 45 feet away. He's not allowed to pitch "over his shoulder," but he can still whistle the thing in there pretty good using an underhand or sidearm.

So you get ready. The pitch comes in. Ker-plunk. It hits you in the ribs. The ump says nothing, and the pitcher gets ready to throw another. In the rules of the day, the first ball, whether "unfair" (today's "ball") or "fair" (today's "strike"), is not called regardless of where it ends up. It's a freebie.

Pitch 2: the pitcher winds up. Ker-Plunk, he nails you in the shin. The ump calls the pitch "unfair," but he doesn't tell you to take your base. You see, three "unfair" pitches make up one "ball." But a pitch that hits the batter is also a ball. So there's a chance you'll face 8 more unfair pitches before you can walk, or two more, if both of them nail you. Of course, there's always a chance you'll hit the ball, in which case you hope the ump sees it clearly, because if the ump needs help with the call, he's allowed to ask for help from a spectator.

Image that today, say in Yankee Stadium. A Red Sox player hits the ball and it looks foul, but the ump isn't sure, so he turns to the crowd and asks for their opinion.

In the old days, being hit by a pitch was almost guaranteed. Pitchers used it to great advantage, intimidating players and moving them around the 6 x 6 foot batter's box. But then, batters used it too, leaning into pitches in order to get on base. Getting hit by numerous pitches sounds like a lot of pain to take for one lousy base, but it makes more sense when you consider the baserunning rules of the day: men on base, regardless if forced or not, all advanced one base if the batter walked. In other words, a man on third would come home even if the bases weren't loaded. Walks were winners.

Hitting a batter became a little more costly in 1878, when the rules declared that an umpire could fine a pitcher on the spot for beaning a man. The hitter couldn't take his base after being hit, but he could be satisfied to hear the ump tell the pitcher that he was fined anywhere between $10 and $25. A year later, the fine increased to a maximum of $50, showing that ball clubs thought beaning a hitter was cheap at half the price. The imposed fines had to be paid at the end of the day, or the offending team forfeited the game.

Baseball's history is a confusion of rule changes, a lot of them centering around the hit batsman. There were a number of leagues in the country, professional and amateur, and none of them agreed on anything at the same time. In less than a decade, the National League changed the number of balls needed for a walk from 9, to six, to seven.

Over in the American Association, they decided to simplify the whole thing. In 1884 they became the first league to immediately give a batter first base if he was hit by a pitch, as long as the ump thought the beanball was intentional. They declared that an intentionally beaned man could not be put out on his way to first, as long as he took first base "on the run." So after being drilled by a pitch, a man had to hustle to first. If he took his time, the big baby could be thrown out.

Ventura Takes Exception
Everything was fine for five minutes, but those damned hitters screwed everything up again by trying to get hit by pitches, forcing baseball to remove the hit-by-pitch rule if the ball struck you on the forearm or hand. It was called the Welch amendment, named after one particular hitter that had a knack for leaning into pitches, then putting up his hands to "defend himself." (Hughie Jennings may have been another good actor, being hit by 287 pitches between 1891 and 1903).

Baseball began to wimp out in the 20th Century, and now a hit-by-pitch is a big deal. Benches clear, managers get ejected, pitchers get fined thousands of dollars, soccer moms cry. Today's beanball, however, is nothing compared to the old days, where you literally expected to get drilled at least once per at-bat, and maybe three times for good measure.

Ah, the good old days.

Photos: Nationals Review & Google Images

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I'm A Sports "Journalist," Get Me A Tissue

"Though spared the indignity of another tie, Selig had to suffer through the 4-hour, 50-minute Yankee Stadium special wondering, like everyone else, which position players Francona and NL manager Clint Hurdle would designate their pitchers and whether this would officially wreck the sham that says an All-Star game should mean something."

That's Jeff Passan, from Yahoo Sports. Someone get him a hanky. Though not quite as much of an insipid hack as Toronto sports writers, Jeff always comes close.

Poor guy. Another sycophant who believes that sports are for one thing: to give him a job worshipping his heroes.

In 2002, Major League Baseball made the All-Star game mean something (homefield advantage for the World Series) because a tie game angered the fans. Back in the 2002 game, the managers worried that their poor pitchers' arms were going to get tired, so they asked for the game to be called a draw. Bud Selig agreed, and the game ended, to a chorus of boos from the stands.

I never used to watch the All-Star game. I don't believe any game should be televised unless it means something. This is not Europe, where you play "friendlies" against some team from down the road or across a continent. The only exception to this is the pre-season, where the games actually mean quite a lot: they tell you whom you want to hire and fire.

This is North America. We play to win. Winning is all the matters (unless you work for the Jays, whose losing record has forced them to run commercials that say "it's about more than winning." Sure it is, when you're losing). If a game isn't worth winning, why is it worth watching?

I only started to watch the All-Star game when it was decided that the winning team would receive homefield advantage in the World Series. Good enough for me. Now that there was something on the line, I was ready to tune in.

Sports writers hated the idea. You see, they make their living worshipping and protecting sports stars. They thought that baseball players might get hurt playing in a game that mattered (they do it 162 times during the regular season, but boo-hoo, be careful on one night July, little darlings). Sportscasters wanted the game to stay the way it always was: a nice four-day press trip to a baseball stadium, where they could hang out with their heroes and pat them on the back.

Tough luck. Sports "journalists" covered up the steroid scandal in baseball for over a decade while they kissed millionaire butt. Their opinion is absolutely irrelevant to me when it comes to how the game should be played, or if any changes should be made to it.

Major Leage Baseball heard the jeers six years ago, and the league responded to what the fans wanted. The fans! Who could believe it? Not the sports writers, who suddenly found themselves with the task of not drinking too much from the press box so they could actually report on a real game during the All-Star break.

If managers are afraid of long innings and tired arms, they should manage teams better during the game. If this means a player doesn't get a chance to play, too bad. The game means something. Sit on the bench and wait your turn if we need you. This isn't Little League. They're grown men, playing for a very important prize in the post-season. Being picked last doesn't mean they'll miss a date with Mary Jane, it means their team might win. They can deal with it.

As, in fact, they are. I haven't heard much griping from players today about a long, 15-inning game. The fans, too, don't seem to care that they were treated to a close one. It's the sports "journalists" that are having a hard time with it. A long game meant delayed flights, late deadlines, and perhaps a missed opportunity to hit the bar for last call on their newspaper's dime.

So tonight I will tune in and listen to these hacks berate last night's game. And I will laugh, knowing that the fans caused the change in the game, and ticked off these self-righteous buffoons. It's going to be a great night.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Movie, Politics, Baseball, and Break

I was thumbing through the PPV guide on cable tonight, and saw a movie called The Cottage. The little info bubble said that it was 92 minutes long. I automatically thought it was a horror movie, and with a title like The Cottage, probably a harmlessly lame one.

I was right about the horror, but wrong about the quality. It's a British spoof movie that would best be described as Quentin Tarantino meets Friday the 13th. I won't tell you the plot, but I will say that it's a sleeper pick of the year, and you should see it when you can. Very smart, funny, sometimes gory, always entertaining. The writing is great.

I also saw that the Canadian Human Rights Commission punted on the Mark Steyn deal. No surprise. They're taking a beating from the press, and it looks like they'll have their hands full with a parliamentary review and an RCMP investigation.

I said a long time ago that the worst thing they ever did was pick on Maclean's and Steyn. The CHRC had a nice racket going and no one was the wiser. Then they went after big names and it blew up in their faces. I have a feeling they're regretting it already, and the dismissal of the Steyn complaint is an attempt at damage control.

The Jays got burned again tonight, and it looks like another .500 season for them. Tampa Bay, on the other hand, is tearing it up. It would be fun to see them give the Red Sox a run for their money, if they can keep it up until September. Tough to do, as the Rays don't have experience winning long seasons, but we can always hope. Otherwise, it'll be the Red Sox out of the east in a walk.

I'm going on a break for a week or so to chill out. The blogs have been random lately because I've been busy with some video stuff, and summer is keeping my occupied with the great outdoors. That doesn't mean I'm off kayaking or rock climbing, it just means that I walk outside, sit down, and don't have the computer around.

So happy Canada Day to all, and if I don't write again until the 4th, happy Independence Day to the Yanks.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Revenge Came In Pinstripes

Man, what's going on with Yankee/Red Sox fans?

Last month, a guy buried a Red Sox jersey in the new Yankee Stadium, hoping to curse the place. Last weekend, Ivonne Hernandez - a Yankee fan - literally buried a Red Sox fan after running him down with her car.

Apparently a bunch of people were at a bar when things got ugly. One report says that the woman told a group of locals that she was a Yankee fan. ESPN has it that the woman had a Yankee bumper sticker, and that kicked things off. In any case, a group of Red Sox fans chanted "Yankees suck" at the woman, and she ran one of them over in the parking lot. He later died.

She's currently in the joint. More on the story here.