Rest assured the above headline doesn’t refer to the pitching of journeyman Yankee hurler Brett Tomko, of whom the Newark Star-Ledger’s Marc Craig writes, “as a baseball player, Tomko may be nearing the end. But as an artist, he is only just beginning.”
Tomko has done projects for teammates in the past. His latest is for Phil Hughes, a fellow Southern California native who had caught wind of his teammate’s talent. Tomko carries with him an iPhone loaded with previous drawings and paintings. When Hughes caught a glimpse of the work, he knew right away which artist he wanted to paint one of the special moments of his life.
One of Hughes’ favorite relics from his major league debut is a photograph snapped just before he threw his first pitch. It shows Hughes on one knee in front of the pitcher’s mound at the old Yankee Stadium. He was praying.
Originally, Hughes wanted an almost exact replica of the photo, which was taken at a wide angle. Tomko had another idea.
“I suggested cropping it down a little bit to add more drama to it composition-wise,” Tomko said of the piece, which is now a stunning vertical presentation. “We just collaborated and talked, got the idea of what we wanted and that was it, started working it.”
Tomko typically doesn’t let people watch him work. But on the Yankees’ last road trip, Hughes insisted on checking out the process. So, in a hotel room in Atlanta, Hughes watched for hours as Tomko darkened the background of his canvas before layering in the gobs of white paint that would eventually form his jersey.
Over and over, Tomko layered paint to give the area just the right texture. Hughes came away with a new appreciation.
“You could just see these perfect creases in the jersey,” Hughes said. “It’s insane. He’s really, really good. Some people think he paints, so what? But if you actually see him, it’s like, ‘Wow, he could do this for a living.’”
Admittedly, it sounds better than being the Matt Stairs of Women’s Tennis. But no kidding around, D.K. Wilson of Sports On My Mind has returned from a month’s sabbatical and after reviewing the recently completed Wimbledon tournament, he’s going all Rick Telander on a veteran of the women’s tour.
Since no one else said it, I will (of course). Elena Dementieva has ingested and/or ingested something repeatedly to look as good as she did in her semifinal match against Serena Williams. Though Serena ultimately won the nearly three hour match 8-6 in the third set, it was Dementieva’s new-found strength and added speed and quickness that was the highlight of the match’ they were also out of the ordinary.
Dementieva will turn 28 in October of this year and has played on the WTA Tour for 11 years now. Because tennis has no offseason it is impossible for a player to make the kind of leap, athletically, that Dementieva did between - well, the Australian Open and Wimbledon, let alone from the French Open to Wimbledon. The Russian was as fast or faster, as quick or quicker, as strong or stronger than Serena. And no player, not even Venus, can make that claim.
So how did Elena Dementieva, at age 27 and already one of the fittest and hardest-practicing players on tour, gain that extra ability without taking four to six months off the tour to do so?
Your guess is as good as mine. But I will say the NHL is known to be the pro sports league of choice among PED distributors. And Dementieva’s boyfriend is Maxim Afinogenov of the Buffalo Sabres.
When the modern history of NYC sports radio is written, some will undoubtedly credit Imus, Chris Russo or Mike Francesca or some combination of the 3 for WFAN’s standing as the nation’s first successful sports yack outlet (and with the possible exception of WEEI, still the most commercially successful). And while all of the above deserve some acknowledgement (Imus, for instance, is a creepy jogging shoe fetishist with serious racial hangups), the real station’s real stars have long been it’s loony callers. The infamous Jerome From Manhattan was profiled by the New York Times’ J.F. Gill back in October of 2004, and today, overexcited (and recently MIA) Mets fan Short Al of Brooklyn gets the Paper Of Record’s full treatment, courtesy of the Times’ Corey Kilgannon (thanks to Mac McCaughan for the link)
Short Al suddenly disappeared from WFAN’s airwaves last year, leading some listeners to worry that he had joined the great lineup of FANdroids who have died, including John from Sandy Hook and Doris from Rego Park. “I can’t tell you how many times people called in and asked, ‘Why hasn’t he been calling? What happened?’ ” said Marc Malusis, another of WFAN’s overnight hosts.
Short Al’s familiar phone number yielded no answer, but Mr. Malusis finally managed to find out — “Someone had a friend in law enforcement,” he explained — that Short Al from Brooklyn was Albert Kaufman, an 81-year-old retired letter carrier and a widower. Last year, Mr. Kaufman was hospitalized after a fall, and he left his Marine Park apartment to live with a daughter in Bensonhurst.
“He’s doing fine except for one thing,” Mr. Malusis said. “He can’t call anymore. His daughter won’t let him.”
Reached at his daughter’s apartment, Mr. Kaufman — in his familiar Brooklyn accent — confirmed that she did indeed put the kibosh on 4 a.m. phone calls to WFAN-AM (660).
Mr. Kaufman agreed to meet at a diner near his daughter’s apartment. He had already had his morning bagel, so he ordered coffee and coconut custard pie. Immediately, he went into a FANdroid-worthy rant — “How could a manager leave a pitcher in that long?” — about the Mets’ defeat the previous night.
As if making up for all those call-ins he missed, Short Al talked about how much potential he sees in Omir Santos, a Mets catcher, and declared that the Yankees should make their catcher, Jorge Posada, a designated hitter. He rattled off the starting lineups from the 1941 World Series between the Yankees and the Brooklyn Dodgers, and then for the 1944 World Series between the St. Louis Cardinals and the St. Louis Browns. All before the waitress brought his slice of pie.
Javier Florez, a midfielder for the Atletico Junior team of the Caribbean city if Barranquilla, ran from the scene of the shooting but soon turned himself in to authorities.
Witnesses told police Florez shot Israel Castillo with a handgun after the 27-year-old electrician called him a “maleta” — which in Colombian parlance describes a “lousy” player.
Atletico Junior lost the Apertura Championship final to a team called Once Caldas late last month.
While the Mets hope to rebound from a lost weekend in Philadelphia amidst the backdrop of the Manny Ramirez Circus coming to Citi Field, Fox’s Tim McCarver expressed revulsion this weekend over his network’s treatment of the Spacey Slugger. Though the New York Post’s Phil Mushnick might well have penned McCarver’s words, the columnist finds the broadcaster’s protests a tad hypocritical.
On the Fourth of July, Fox chose not to present the national anthem prior to its Mets-Phils telecast, but it did choose to interrupt the first inning to show Manny Ramirez’s first at-bat in his second game back from a drug suspension, an insert from the Dodgers-Padres game.
“It’s almost as though Manny Ramirez is being treated as if he’d been on the disabled list for 50 games. … Why all the adulation for a guy who has served a 50-game suspension when guys like Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa, Barry Bonds, Rafael Palmeiro and A-Rod served no suspensions, yet they’re branded?”
McCarver next noted that Dodgers-Padres wasn’t originally scheduled to be shown by Fox in the New England market, but the return of Ramirez changed that. “We jumped right on the wagon, too.”
Apparently, McCarver hadn’t received a copy of the plan, the one ESPN and Fox have been working from: We’re all supposed to love Manny Ramirez, unconditionally.
Perhaps, too, McCarver’s magnificent spew, Saturday, was in part designed to forgive his own senses-defying commercialism. In 1999, he co-authored a book, “The Perfect Season: Why 1998 Was Baseball’s Greatest Year.”
Turned out that 1998 was baseball’s most shame-filled year, with a few more that came close, still to come. Yup, right after McGwire and Sosa combined to hit 136 home runs, McCarver jumped right on that wagon, too.
Of course, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, it’s pretty easy to paint McCarver as a shill for Baseball’s Great Recovery. So Tim McCarver wasn’t the guy who found the andro in McGwire’s locker. Neither was Mushnick. That McCarver might’ve been an accessory to the crime during the PED era makes him no different than countless journalists, managers, baseball executives and fans. If only those who pointed a finger at McGwire and Sosa (sans evidence) a decade ago have a right to express an opinon on Manny Ramirez, it’s going to be an awfully short conversation.
Bob McNamara was not a great man. He was a man with great intelligence that didn’t prevent him from executing a plan that led to the unnecessary slaughter – for reasons that remain hard to fully comprehend — of tens of thousands of Americans and many more Vietnamese. He spent next four decades trying to come to terms with the banality of evil, with the horror of what he and those around him had done, but even his unusually candid apologies never seemed to go far enough. - Will Bunch, Philadelphia Daily News
“We’re at the point right now where it would be important for us to go out there and acquire somebody,” Braun said.
“I know (Melvin) is trying to make our ballclub better. I know he recognizes the importance of making a move and making it soon, but at the same time I think everybody’s recognized there’s a lot of teams that are still in the race.
“It’s always important to have some momentum going into the second half and to show everybody that we’re for real so we can go out there and make a move and improve our ballclub,” Braun said. “We want to be headed in the right direction, not the wrong direction to go out and do that.”
The preference in a trade would obviously be starting pitching, and Braun let that be known by basically calling out the rotation after it went 1-2 with a 7.29 earned run average in the four games against the Cubs.
“They threw the ball a lot better than our starters did,” Braun said, referring to the Cubs. “They certainly swung the bats better than we did as well. Clearly, they were the better team.”
As Albert Brooks once pointed out, every baseball game in America starts with the National Anthem, and yet one team always loses. Today, I’d like to break with that tradition and post this poem, with fireworks, by St. Louis legend Jack Buck. This way, none of us are losers.
The past several days of musical chairs in the NBA left some observers to conclude David Lee would have no choice but to return to the Knicks, with few, if any suitors having the requisite cap space to recruit the former Gator. While the Daily News’ Frank Isola encourages the Knicks to pursue free agent PG Allen Iverson, Hedu Turkoglu’s stunning decision to bail on Portland’s offer in favor of a 5-year pact with Toronto makes the Blazers Lee’s most likely new suitors, the New York Post’s Marc Berman.
The Blazers have long lusted after Lee, who also seeks $10 million per season, exactly the amount the Blazers are under the cap. Bartlestein said because Lee is restricted, the Blazers were fearful of waiting 10 days to see if the Knicks would match and instead jumped at the surer thing in Turkoglu.
With Memphis and Detroit making other moves and Portland involved with Turkoglu, the Knicks’ chances of re-signing Lee for $7 to $8 million had seemed to increase.
Bartlestein claims he’s talked to nearly 15 over-the-cap teams who have proposed sign-and-trade deals with the Knicks for Lee. But because he is a base-year compensation player, it is difficult to make the math work under the CBA.
Turkoglu leaving Orlando also affects their other free agent, Nate Robinson. As the Knicks await word on Jason Kidd’s decision, they are anxious to see if Robinson will sign an offer sheet on July 8 with another club. The Knicks would have 10 days to match — and that obviously would depend if they sign Grant Hill or Kidd.
Sir Charles particularly highlighted the “gratuitous inclusion of Mr Levi’s home address” in one of the programme articles, and in another, “the reference to [Mr Levi's] home telephone number being in the telephone book, which was in effect an invitation to Leeds fans to pester Mr Levi.”
Bates was ordered to pay Levi’s costs which, together with Bates’ own costs, are estimated to be approaching £1.5m. In his evidence last month, Bates told the court that despite receiving £17m from Roman Abramovich when the Russian oligarch bought Chelsea from him in 2003, Bates does not in fact have much cash. He said he was not in a position to put money into Leeds when the club was in financial difficulties, because: “People can be rich, but not cash rich - they have assets.” Sir Charles asked Bates if he was saying that was his position, and Bates replied: “Yes.”
I watched some of yesterday’s Mets/Pirates make-up game, but apparently not the right parts. In what I watched, the Mets were hitting singles and Keith Hernandez was shit-talking the ineffective, soft-tossing Paul Maholm — “where was this guy in the 1980s,” he said after Nick Evans hit something like the fifth straight single off Maholm in the fifth inning — and then the Mets bullpen was wearily slouching towards a K-Rod breakdown. Sadly, I missed the part in which Keith Hernandez and Gary Cohen discussed the fact that the Mets were staying in the same hotel as a bunch of attendees from this week’s Furry Convention in Pittsburgh. Thankfully, UniWatch’s Paul Lukas was there to catch and transcribe the discussion.
Gary Cohen: There’s the Pirate Parrot, entertaining. One of many, uh, animal figures in town today.
Keith Hernandez: Saw a few around the hotel, didn’t we?
Cohen: The strangest convention I’ve ever seen is at our hotel here in Pittsburgh. You know, you travel around the country and you see parts of our society and our culture you never would’ve encountered anywhere else. There is a group of people, about 4,000 strong, convening in Pittsburgh this week. People who dress up as stuffed animals.
Hernandez: They’re cuddly bears. They like to cuddle.
Cohen: Bears, birds, dogs…
Hernandez: What are they called..?
Cohen: …wolves…
Hernandez: Ferriers..? All’s I know is I got in the elevator with four of them and the odor was horrific. [Camera shows the Pirate Parrot again.]
Cohen: Not the Pirate Parrot. He’s a natural mascot.
Hernandez: I had to get off. I’m not lyin’. I was on the 17th floor, goin’ down. I had to jump off on the 10th floor. I almost passed out.
Cohen: Guess those costumes don’t breathe very well. But it was, it was something, we walked into the hotel last night, comin’ from Milwaukee, and there was a, a, person in a wolf’s costume. And another person in a dog costume.
Hernandez: I saw a guy with, with his pet beaver. He had his hand, he was stroking it, he was petting it. [Long pause.] I’m serious! It was a, like a stuffed animal, and he was comforting it. Very bizarre.
Cohen: It’s a different world.
Lukas sees Hernandez’s language — “gettin’ off,” “goin’ down” — as pro-plushy semaphore. “Just come out and admit you’re a total perv who fantasizes about banging the Philly Phanatic and then we can all move on with our lives,” Lukas advises. And while this may well be the case, I prefer to think that the reliably mustachioed Mex was just bummed not to be the furriest guy in the building.
Jose Canseco (above, right) didn’t take part in last week’s 20th Anniversary reunion of the 1989 Oakland A’s World Series Champs, and in the wake of considerable bashing of one half of the Bash Bros., former Sacramento Bee beat reporter Susan Fornoff stands up for Canseco in today’s SF Chronicle. “On steroids or not, selfish or not, antisocial or not,” Fournoff writes, “Canseco played a pivotal role in the success of the late-1980s A’s, their manager and his players. Why make the retro-face of the team Stewart, who pitched only every fifth day? Why make it Dennis Eckersley, who pitched only when the team’s bats had already given it the lead?”
Tony La Russa has never cared about whether a player is a good person or a bad person or whether he is, as he said of Canseco, “into his contract and his celebrity.”
La Russa cares only about a player’s contribution to the success of the team. He has always had a reputation as a veterans’ manager and for good reason: La Russa does not mentor. He considers the main part of his job to be filling out the best possible lineup every day, which is why America’s hotel bars are littered with napkins containing his scribble. He fathered daughters, not sons, and has not been a father figure to his players.
This is by no means a flaw. La Russa has been successful, and so have his teams, which is what matters in the world of sport. After Dave Kingman embarrassed the A’s organization by sending me a gift-wrapped rat in 1986, La Russa wanted to bring Kingman back in 1987 because he felt Kingman’s bat would have lifted the A’s record. The A’s did not sign Kingman, and neither did anyone else. But La Russa would have; it wasn’t about character, it was about home runs.
it is neither fair nor classy, 20 years later, for La Russa to say Canseco was not a team player when it mattered not a bit to the manager as long as the slugger, the 1988 Most Valuable Player, was hitting 17 home runs in 1989 despite missing all but 65 games that year with a broken wrist. If Canseco was good enough for La Russa to put in the lineup every day he was healthy in 1989, he is good enough to share in the celebration of that season 20 years later.
OK, this looks kinda tawdry. But I’m told Jerry Jones gave Wade Phillips a case of this stuff for Xmas and it goes really well with Ed “Too Tall” Jones’ Charcoal Briquettes
“Nick Swartz needs to be fired. Immediately.” So declared Rainy On The Royals’ Rany Jazayerli (above) of K.C.’s trainer of some 19 years. “If there was an award for worst training staff in the majors, the Royals would be the runaway leaders at this point in the season.” Despite providing rather compelling evidence that makes the Mets’ Ray Ramirez come off like a medical magician compared to Swartz, Jazayerli’s reward for such constructive criticism was an announcement from the Royals that he’d no longer have access to players for his radio show. You’d think if K.C. was really hellbent of stifling negativity about the team they’d ask the local paper to stop running the AL Central standings.
I confess to being surprised that after years of being critical of the Royals when criticism was warranted – which, as their win-loss record shows, is most of the time – my last post should have set them off like that. I must have overlooked the rules of decorum that go with evaluating the record of Supreme Court Justice Nick Swartz. Criticize a player, liken the manager’s intelligence with that of a farm animal, call for the GM’s head: these are all acceptable things. But suggest that the trainer might need to be upgraded after 19 years – well, that’s beyond the pale.
In the short run, maybe no one’s to blame for the fact that Coco Crisp tried to play through an injury that ultimately ended his season. In the long run, when there are stories like Coco Crisp’s year after year after 19 freaking years – someone needs to be held accountable. It is astonishing to me that not only do the Royals not see that, but that they would take offense at anyone who might dare to suggest that the same rules that apply to players and coaches and managers should also apply to trainers.
Look, if the Royals want me to concede that I’m not completely sure that Swartz is the problem: fine, I’ll happily concede that. Without access to medical records - which I will not and should not have access to - I can’t be completely sure. Just as I wasn’t completely sure that Buddy Bell was a bad hire, or that Tony Pena couldn’t hit, or that spending $1.8 million on Horacio Ramirez was a waste of money.
But I am certain – as certain as I’ve been of anything related to the Royals since the day they traded Jermaine Dye for Neifi Perez – that THERE IS A PROBLEM. If the Royals don’t think that Swartz is the problem, then by all means, keep him – but figure out what the problem is.
Besides the New York Mets, that is. Razor Shines has not been moonlighting as 3rd Base Coach for the Baltimore Orioles, but you’d think otherwise if you’ve witnessed what the Sun’s Roch Kubatko calls “fundamental lapses” that threaten to be “the undoing” of manager Dave Trembley.
GM Andy MacPhail isn’t throwing down the gauntlet, but he didn’t volunteer a vote of confidence either. He knows there are things a manager and his coaches can control and things that they can’t. It’s not as if first base coach John Shelby could have reached out and grabbed Ty Wigginton and Aubrey Huff as they motored mindlessly around first base in a couple of crucial game situations recently.
“We do more of that [fundamental drills] than do most,” MacPhail said. “He [Trembley] continues that over the course of the season to a much larger extent than most clubs, but some of it is not a function of putting in the time. It’s more a function of bad decision making.
“If you round the base and see the ball in front of you, you either make the right decision or you don’t.”
The strange irony of this particular situation is that this is a developing team that is assimilating a number of young players, but many of the most glaring mental mistakes have come out of the veteran nucleus of the club. Wigginton and Huff are just the most recent examples, but you can throw Brian Roberts and Melvin Mora into the mix, too. In a weird sort of way, the veteran blunders are a positive, because they indicate that the problem doesn’t stem from some flaw in the player-development pipeline.
“I think that’s progress on one level,” MacPhail said. “What I would say is, that’s one of the separators you have to determine. If it’s an organizational issue, it would manifest itself in the younger guys and not the guys who have been in the big leagues for eight years.”
I’m sure all of CSTB’s gambling degenerates readers are already aware the Toronto Argos defeated the Hamilton Tiger Cats last night, 30-17. You might not, however, be aware that Argos WR Arland Bruce III found himself under CFL scrutiny with the above TD celebration that’s being called a tribute (?) to the late Michael Jackson. Is the moonwalk really that hard to do? From the Globe & Mail :
After scoring on a 21-yard pass from Kerry Joseph to put Toronto ahead 6-0, Bruce removed his helmet, shoulder pads and uniform top and laid down in the end zone. Bruce said he was simply honouring the memory of Michael Jackson by pretending to be buried.
Bruce received two objectionable conduct penalties.
“I made the mistake of telling him in camp that once he got to the end zone I didn’t care what he did,” Toronto coach Bart Andrus said later. “But he’s straight with it now and I think next time around he will celebrate in an appropriate manner.”
Leyritz is accused of dragging his ex-wife out of bed and pushing her to the floor because she wrote a check without his permission, police say. Broward County Judge John Hurley set bail at $1,000 for that offense, but another judge revoked Leyritz’s bond in a DUI manslaughter case stemming from a fatal 2007 crash.
His lawyer on the DUI case, David Bogenschutz, said he will ask Broward Circuit Judge Marc Gold as early as possible next week to reconsider keeping Leyritz in jail. Bogenschutz said he will argue it has not been established that Leyritz violated the terms of his pretrial release. “That’s the question: did he commit an offense, not that he was arrested for one,” Bogenschutz said.
In the domestic battery case, Leyritz said his ex-wife, Karrie Leyritz, hurt herself to get back at him — all because he wants to evict her from the house they share in the 9800 block of Ridge Trace.
“That’s ridiculous,” Karrie Leyritz said today. “Now all of a sudden I’m lying?”
Karrie Leyritz called police from a neighbor’s house where she fled after the alleged argument, a police report said.
Police found streaks of blood on a wall at the Leytriz home, according to the report.
But police said in the report that the victim gave two “totally different” accounts of what happened.
First, she said she argued with her ex-husband in the foyer, then he hit her and pushed her to the ground.
Later, she said he dragged her out of bed and rammed her against the bedroom wall, the report said.
Karrie Leyritz denies giving two different versions of the story and says she was “misunderstood.”
Police woke up their three children, who apparently slept through the incident.
The two children they spoke to didn’t hear anything strange early this morning, the report said. One child said he heard his parents argue earlier that evening, but that his mother was drunk and likely hit herself.
Karrie Leyritz said she’s not surprised her son told police she made it all up. “He’s constantly hearing his father bad-mouth me,” she said. “I can’t control what my ex-husband says.”
(Quintron, carefully monitoring any instances of incongruity)
A friend who works in radio emailed me a couple weeks ago to ask about organ music at baseball games — if it still exists, which teams use it, whether all organists can get down as hard on “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog” as former Shea Stadium organist Ray Castoldi. (Yes, I know Jane Jarvis is the Shea Stadium organist, forever and ever, but I was a year old when she retired)
Except for the third, “Jeremiah”-related question — to which the answer is ‘no, they cannot get down that hard’ — I was pretty stumped. I knew the Cubs stayed with the organ. I know about Quintron’s brief, ill-fated stint as the New Orleans Zephyrs organist (note: not true). But I kind of didn’t really know anything, and had to admit as much. Which is sad, because today Idolator’s Maura Johnston was kind enough to link to this enjoyable, service-y piece from Making Music Magazine on Busch Stadium organist Dwayne Hilton, one of the last stadium organists still slinging keys.
Nerves didn’t get the best of Hilton on his first “at bat” behind the organ in the Cardinals’ press box. Rather, it was the timing that was a bit tricky to master. “Once a pitcher steps on the mound, or a batter is in the box, the music has to be totally killed,” says Hilton. “One has to be aware of the game at all times and what’s going on.”
Hilton also has to coordinate with the DJ, video board, and game announcers, as well as calculate what songs can be played comfortably through a commercial break without being cut off in the middle. Another challenge is reading whether or not a base hit will be a single or a double. “I have to watch and see when the cutoff man gets it before I start the fanfare, so I’m not playing while the action is going on,” says Hilton.
The time allotted for the organ at Busch Stadium is fairly generous including 45 minutes of pregame tunes, 20 minutes of post-game ditties, and interactive game chants and clap-alongs throughout the game and between innings.
Before the game, Hilton plays songs that appeal to all ages, including classics from the ’40s and ’50s like “Rock Around the Clock,” disco songs, upbeat Beatles tunes like “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da,” and ’70s rock classics. To top it off, Hilton will sprinkle in some fun ’80s jams like Van Halen’s “Jump” or some pop tunes from the radio. “I definitely keep things upbeat and happy,” says Hilton. After the game, depending on whether it was a win or a loss, Hilton will play songs like U2’s “Beautiful Day,” or Garth Brooks’, “Friends in Low Places.”
And here I am already having used my Quintron joke. Anyway, the follow-up I did for this post also led me to this not-an-article webpage, which features some truly amazing Nixon-era pics of stadium organists. Shay Torrent (real name!) and Nancy Faust have the best pictures, in my opinion.
Via Repoz‘ careful scan of Bart Hubbach’s Twitter feed, former Mets reliever / inexplicable ownership fave Johnny B Badd told Sirius XM listeners the bus-riding Amazingly Disableds are “missing something”. A pitcher wearing a hideously oversized “C” on his jersey, hockey-style perhaps?
Franco refused to accept that injuries — the Mets have nine players on the DL — are totally responsible for the club’s slide into third place in the NL East.
“I don’t know what it is the last couple of years. Watching them almost every day, there’s no leadership there. Nobody wants to step forward and be a leader. Something is missing, and it’s hard to put your finger on it.
“They got some great, talented players — [Jose] Reyes and [David] Wright and [Carlos] Beltran, now [Johan] Santana’s there — but I just can’t put my finger on it. It seems like, to me, they’re not having fun, even when they were winning.
“Playing in New York, the pressure cooker here, so I’m sure there’s a lot of pressure on them, but they need to relax a little bit and look like they’re having fun. It kind of looks like they’re not having fun and everybody’s on their own page.”
“once the game starts, I think they have maybe too much individuality, where guys are worried about their own stats instead of worrying about getting the guy over, not stealing third base with two outs, which is really meaningless.”
Former big-league manager Kevin Kennedy, one of the show’s hosts, told Franco that he thought the Mets were more a collection of individuals and not a team. Franco did not disagree.
“And if they don’t win, guys pack their bags and they go home for winter and they say, ‘OK, I get my paycheck and that’s it,”’ Franco said. “So something’s not right there, and hopefully they’ll get it right soon because otherwise it’s going to be a long summer.”
Two of the four “great players” Franco cited are out of the lineup, and a third only factors every five days. While David Wright told Hubbach that Franco “doesn’t know what’s going on in this clubhouse”, the portions quoted reveal a washed-up loudmouth who has even less idea what’s happening on the field. Of course, if the Mets had the benefit of an inspirational guy like Captain Fucko, the likes of Nick Evans, Fernando Martinez and Argenis Reyes would magically transform into savvy veterans. But at least we’ve finally figured out what’s really wrong with the team — Jeremy Reed is only concerned about his own numbers!
Despite whiffing 12 times against Milwaukee starter Yovani Gallardo earlier today, the Mets ended a four game skid with a 1-0 defeat of the Brewers. If Brian Schnieder, F-Mart and Daniel Murphy going a combined 0 for 10 isn’t a sign of team unity, I don’t know what is.
Clark told McGraw Milhaven, the morning host at the station, that the mutual hatred ran so deep that he purposely snubbed the Mets when they played together in All-Star Games.
“I wanted to let them know I wasn’t glad to be there with them and their teammate, didn’t want to be on any team or be a teammate with them, and we were going to battle,” said Clark, who provides commentary on some Cardinals games and manages the Springfield Sliders, a summer collegiate league team in Illinois.
Clark took particular aim at Gary Carter, the Mets’ catcher in those years, saying that he “talked his way more into the Hall of Fame than deserving it.” Carter, he said, craved the spotlight, which was “pretty sickening and disgusting to everybody else.”
Carter, who manages the Long Island Ducks of the independent Atlantic League, said he was surprised by Clark’s comments.
“He’s entitled to his own opinion, but the numbers speak for themselves, and I don’t think anybody can talk their way into the Hall of Fame,” Carter said in a statement relayed by the team’s public-relations officer.
In the interview, Clark reignited an old issue when he said that Howard Johnson, a Mets third baseman in those years, used a corked bat. Whitey Herzog, the Cardinals’ manager at the time, made a similar claim.
In 1987, one of Johnson’s bats was X-rayed. The X-rays were negative. Clark appeared not to know that.
“That just goes to show those guys were trying to cheat and, you know, it didn’t end up working for them anyhow,” he said, seemingly glossing over the Mets’ World Series title in 1986. “So if his was corked, I’m sure a few other guys’ over there were corked, also.”
Johnson, now the Mets’ batting coach, said Clark seemed to have forgotten a few key facts.
“It’s kind of funny, because in my most productive years, I used a model that he gave me, an M253,” Johnson said in Milwaukee, where the Mets were playing the Brewers.
Alexis Argüello (above, left, shown fighting Bobby Chacon), a former World Champion in three different weight classifications, died earlier today in what’s being called a suicide by at least one source. With a career record of 82-8-0, Argüello was elected Mayor of Managua, Nicaragua last November, and recently faced allegations of voter fraud and graft.
Argüello’s first bout with Aaron Pryor in 1982 marked an unsuccessful attempt to capture a 4th world title, this time as a Junior Welterweight. While Argüello’ was knocked out in the 14th round, subsequent allegations of doping by Pryor led to a Las Vegas rematch in 1983, with Argüello coming out on the short end again, this time by TKO in the 10th.
Thanks to Baller Craig for passing a link along to the above piece of merchandise. In questionable taste, but a far more economical option for grief addicts than this garment.
From where I sit, half a nation away and having driven through the place once eight years ago, it seems like there are a lot of things to like about Kansas City. There are the Royals, a baseball team for which I have long had a hard to explain soft spot. There is delicious barbecue, to which I have remained devoted despite a Missourian I interviewed for an article awhile back repeatedly (and wince-inducingly) referring to it as “that smoky meat.” And there is also the fact that, weirdly, Kansas City seems to have the best sportswriters of any in the U.S.
Yeah, Kansas City is also responsible for The Jason Whitlock Show (feel it) and one pretty terrible newspaper-hosted sports blog, but there are also great writers doing excellent work on the Royals both at the Kansas City Star (check this understatedly excellent piece on Gil Meche’s dead arm and pitch counts from Sam Mellinger) and on their own. The Star also routinely runs these amazing, evenhanded, longish pieces on complicated topics — J. Brady McCollough’s mini-masterpiece on the Henry hoops clan (Xavier, C.J., father Carl) being the most recent example. And of course there’s Joe Posnanski.
My original idea with this post was to link to Posnanski’s recent, lengthy stem-winder of a blog post on how the Royals have managed to spend more money to get an offense that somehow keeps getting worse. Which, okay: mission accomplished! But Posnanski’s piece, which I loved despite (or because? mirroring) the fact that it falls somewhere between exhaustive and exhausting, is hard to excerpt — it’s too detailed, too analytical, too unstructured. And it’s also only dubiously CSTB-worthy, since it’s a freaking detailed piece on the Royals’ terrible offense and thus of interest only to rubberneckers and Royals fans and those (of us) constantly on the hunt for more data on Willie Bloomquist. It is too specific to run in Posnanski’s SI space, too long and defiantly not-an-article to run in the Star and thus very much in the right place on Posnanski’s blog. But he wrote it, and it’s there for fans of Kansas City’s star-crossed, suck-intensive baseball franchise to read and… and I’m kind of jealous, honestly.
Jealous not because the Royals are currently better than my baseball team of choice, although last night’s Argenis Reyes-headed lineup and oops-heavy defense proved as much. I’m jealous more because that smallish city has this amazing concentration of thoughtful sportswriters who actually seem to like sports and the teams they cover, and my very large-ish city by and large doesn’t. I love New York, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, and honestly we do pretty good with the beef brisket ourselves. But, with a few exceptions, most of our sports columnists here seem like bitter jerks who hate their jobs — start with Wally Matthews and work your way up. This is no less true in other big cities — Chicago and Los Angeles have irrationally irascible curmudgeons of their own. And it’s even worse when New York sportswriters start blogging — witness the curdled, cutting-room floor Philip Roth character that is three-time Backne Pulitzer recipient Murray Chass.
This is a long way to go to ask “what gives,” but… what gives? It’s not like the newspaper biz is any more successful there than it is everyplace else. I know the internet makes it so we can all read these guys, or whomever we wish, and that’s great. I guess I’m just still bitter about getting stuck with Lupica.
The Rockets are reeling from the catastrophic reports of Yao Ming’s condition / dying to find a taker for the chronically injurd Tracy McGrady ; the Sixers are sitting on a disgruntled big man in Samuel Dalembert. And thanks to my unimaginative headline, you already know where the Courier-Post’s Martin Frank is going with this.
In order to make the salaries match within 25 percent, the Sixers would have to include another player or two. Dalembert (above) has two years and $23.6 million left, including $11.4 million this coming season.
But Dalembert also has a 15 percent trade kicker, which would add $3.8 million to his contract. That has been a huge roadblock in the Sixers’ previous attempts to trade him.
Another roadblock could be the other player, or players, the Sixers would have to include in the deal.
The Sixers would most likely be willing to include Willie Green ($3.7 million) and perhaps a future draft pick, but not Lou Williams ($5 million).
McGrady, meanwhile, is expected to miss the first half of next season as he recovers from knee surgery.
That won’t matter to the Sixers as much as McGrady’s expiring contract, which would make the Sixers potential players in the heralded free agent class of 2010
Newsday’s Alan Hahn surveys Carlos Boozer’s decision to remain in Utah and seems relatively unconcerned the gold medalist staying in SLC makes David Lee a more coveted target for the Pistons.
Keep in mind Paul Millsap, as a result of Boozer’s decision to stay for one more year in Utah, may shake free and be another alternative for the Pistons. As for the notion that the Grizzlies and Thunder could blow the Knicks away with the offer, consider two things: 1. do you really expect these teams to throw $10M per at David Lee? 2. do you really expect Lee to leave the New York market for Memphis or Oklahoma City?
Of baseball logos, the Philadelphia Daily News’ Stan Hochman says the Boston Red Sox’s stockings are “appropriate for a laundromat but not a big-league baseball team.” The Indians, writes Hochman, have “the worst logo” in the game (a “humiliating caricature of a Native American”). But in the wake of Manny Ramirez’ brief stint for the PCL’s Albuquerque squad, the columnist finds much — perhaps too much — to admire about the Isotopes’ design (link swiped from Repoz and Baseball Think Factory)
Ramirez started his rehab, reluctantly, in Albuquerque. Reluctantly, perhaps, because he thought they told him he would be joining a team called the I’s-a-dopes, and Manny, being Manny, felt disrespected.
They talked softly because Ramirez totes a big stick. They patiently explained that the team was called the Isotopes, and that an isotope is any of two or more species of atoms of a chemical element with the same atomic number and position in the periodic table and nearly identical chemical behavior but with differing atomic mass.
Manny was OK with that, especially when they told him the air was thin and the fences cozy and the pitching mediocre. And yo, testosterone-breath, the team logo was cool, an abstract A with no crossbar. Just two of those slanted circles featuring an atom or a proton or a neuron, whatever.
It is a cool logo because it refers to the secret place outside of Albuquerque where scientists perfected an atomic bomb that blew away huge chunks of two Japanese cities and brought a swift end to World War II, making the world safe for democracy once again.
At one point during 2008’s disastrous 3-9 campaign, University Of Michigan footbal coach Rich Rodriguez told the assembled media hordes in Ann Arbor that he was sometimes tempted to tell his critics to “get a life”. Interviewed today by the Detroit News’ Angelique S. Chengelis, the former West Virginia educator now professes he “didn’t pay much attention” to such abuse.
Q . Michigan, as you know, isn’t used to a 3-9 season and no bowl. Were fans tough on you?
A . Not in person. There probably were a lot of things said out there and there may have been things written. Most of the fans I’ve talked to know we’re working on it. That’s the only thing I’ve said — be patient. Be patient because I think you’ll like what you see eventually. Hopefully it will be sooner than later, so hang in there with us.
Q . A lot of things you’ve said have been dissected …
A . There were a lot of things taken out of context. I’m not naïve enough to think anybody is happy with what went on in the past, but the only thing we’ve focused on is, here’s what we’ve got to do to get our program to where we’re competing for championships.
Q . Was the cupboard bare when you got to Michigan?
A . No, and I never said (that, and) you never heard any of the coaches say that.
Q . But it was inferred.
A . We were certainly inexperienced offensively, and that was obvious we didn’t have a lot of guys who had played a lot. The reason wasn’t because they didn’t have any talent, but there had been a whole lot of talent in front of them (that graduated). Last year, you didn’t know truly what you had until you played some games with the guys.
Q . Has any of the negative (comments) after leaving West Virginia and then having a 3-9 season hurt you?
A . Oh, yeah. If a coach says he’s totally immune to criticism, he’s lying. You want to make everybody happy, but you realize you can’t. It’s a humbling profession, and I’ve gotten humbled many times before, and I’ll get humbled many times in the future.
The criticism on the football part doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the criticism on the integrity part. That part completely bothers you.
Q . Michigan has 15 verbal commitments for 2010, including only two from Michigan. Michigan State’s six commitments are all from Michigan. Is it fair to say MSU has dominated in-state recruiting?
A . To judge on that and give a perception that one school is dominating the state … I don’t know how much validity there is to that. I know the last couple years, the recruiting classes we’ve got, what we’ve felt are the best players in the state. Our primary focus in recruiting starts in Michigan and expands in other areas of the Midwest and then south.
Q . But there seems to be the perception that Michigan State is taking over the state in recruiting
A . Last I checked, Mike Martin and Will Campbell were playing for Michigan.
Depending on your agenda, whoever you talk to, whatever their agenda is will lead the conversation. I feel pretty good about our reputation in state.
It took AOL Sports’ Jay Mariotti a couple of weeks to weigh in on Jerod Morris’ much-maligned essay on Raul Ibanez’ pre-DL offensive explosion, claiming “Morris made a fool of himself during a panel discussion on ESPN’s Outside The Lines.” That’s not exactly how I remember it, but the former Sun-Times Mascara Fiend would like the world to know he’s far above this naming-and-shaming sans evidence, bragging, “I don’t have to STRRRRRETTTTCCH THE TRUTH or make something up to be noticed as a columnist.” He can, however, cite the very moment sports journalism went down the toilet.
The irresponsibility began three years ago when blogger Will Leitch wrote on a Web site that he had “80 percent” faith in a source who said a Kansas City-based strength and conditioning coach was one of the redacted names in the Jason Grimsley report. “Does (the trainer’s) name sound familiar?” Leitch wrote. “If it doesn’t, he — and we assure you, this gives us no pleasure to write this — has been Albert Pujols’ personal trainer since before Pujols was drafted by the Cardinals in the 13th round of the 1999 draft.” A photo of Pujols was included in the blog item.
Here’s the problem: The trainer’s name wasn’t found anywhere in the report, meaning Leitch smeared the trainer and Pujols in one inaccurate swoop based on an “80 percent” certainty rate. I think we learn in our 11th-grade journalism class, if not out of the womb, that it’s irresponsible to tell a potentially damaging story if you’re not entirely certain it’s true. Eighty percent may as well be zero percent. The mess was exacerbated by MSNBC’s Keith Olbermann, who ran with the story and caused a national feeding frenzy, and not until Pujols threatened legal action did a shamed, humiliated Leitch emerge with a correction titled, “A Deeply Regrettable Wrong,” apologizing to the trainer in the process.
A reputable Web company would have fired him on the spot. Unfortunately, Leitch worked for a company that enjoyed the attention and allowed him to spew more lies about people. He profited from his fraudulence by writing a book read by a few of his blogging buddies.
What he did was open the door to the Jerod Morrises of the world.
I remember the incident in question rather well, particuarly as I commented on it at the time, as well as acknowledging Leitch’s subsequent apology (”a rare stand-up act from someone who has virtually redefined gutless over the past 12 months”). However, much as I enjoy Jay Mariotti calling out Will Leitch nearly three years after the fact, it goes beyond mere hyperbole to claim what even Will characterized as a huge gaffe, served as any sort of inspiration to Morris. The former threw leaked information (from a less than reputable source) into a public forum and watched the shit hit the fan. The latter engaged in what was meant to be a fairly reasoned analysis of Ibanez’ career trajectory and at no point directly accused the Phillies OF of anything other than getting off to an especially hot start. While Leitch received relatively little flack from the mainstream media or his blog bro’s at the time, Morris was fed to the wolves on national TV.
Of course, there’s something rather quaint about Mariotti accusing bloggers of not knowing their libel laws. What are these other “lies” Leitch was allowed to spew, and is Mariotti prepared to back up such an allegation? I’m not gonna nominate Will for any ethics awards, but that doesn’t excuse fabricating charges against him. And as Hugging Harold Reynolds accurately points out, regardless of where he made his name, Leitch is more of a peer of Mariotti’s than he is to the vast majority of sports bloggers.
While Leitch is widely praised as the poster boy of the sports blogosphere, he couldn’t be a further example of your typical blogger. Rather, Leitch’s educational background and career more closely reflect that of yours, Mr. Mariotti. A former editor at his college paper, he is/was a contributing editor at New York, and a contributor to The New York Times, GQ, Fast Company and Slate, and prior to that book you referenced, had already been twice published. The fact that he is deemed a blogger because he founded Deadspin is akin to you being deemed a blogger because you opine at FanHouse.
The former Ultimate Warrior aka Jim Hellwig has already weighed in with questionable remarks concerning one celebrity death — why should we be so lucky to believe he’d have nothing to say regarding the passing of Michael Jackson?
I imagine all the crying about the death of this recent drug-soused entertainment freak has most to do with the unfortunate inconvenience that the other drug-soused entertainment freaks now face. They will have to look for another local, safe and reputable babysitter. No longer will they be able to drop their kids off down the street at Jacko’s to be watched for the afternoon and spend some play time with his own kids.
I hate the paparazzi, and think they should all be shot for the obsessive invasion of privacy. But I’m really going miss ALL those TMZ and Entertainment Tonight video clips of Jacko’s and other celebrity kids playing together. You ever see any of those? Weren’t they great? Didn’t they make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside? Worked for me. Every time I caught one it made me believe maybe he wasn’t a pedophile. After all, famous and rich entertainers, with all kinds of money to go to any expense to have things accurately checked out for themselves, wouldn’t let their own little babies near a pedophile…would they?!
Well, you gotta give him credit for one thing. He spent all his money (and then some) before he died. And that’s not an easy thing to calculate. Go ahead, ask your financial planner if he has a plan to pull it off. For all the horrific mismanagement of millions and millions and millions of dollars, here at the end, Jacko did a pretty damn good job at balancing the books in his favor. Sorry, at my new age and with the way the Obama economic plan is going, I couldn’t help but recognize this stunner.
Having said as early as last January he’d consider relocating to MSG, PG Jason Kidd is scheduled to meet with Knicks GM Donnie Walsh tomorrow afternoon writes the New York Daily News’ Frank Isola.
The Knicks could sign Kidd to the mid-level exception or try to negotiate a sign-and-trade with Dallas. Since the Mavs traded Devin Harris two seasons ago for Kidd, Dallas figures to make a strong push to re-sign Kidd or at least get compensation for having mortgaged its future.
The Knicks’ interest in signing Kidd is twofold. Team president Donnie Walsh is looking for an experienced floor leader as well as a player who could help recruit LeBron James should the Cavaliers’ superstar and league MVP become a free agent next summer.
Kidd would be an upgrade over incumbent starting point guard Chris Duhon, but there are obvious risks attached to signing a 37-year-old player.
And the Knicks also have to ask themselves why Kidd is so interested in joining a team that isn’t vying for a championship. The obvious concern is that Kidd simply wants to spend his twilight years living and going out in Manhattan.
If the Knicks don’t land Kidd, another option is restricted free agent Ramon Sessions, to whom the Bucks made a qualifying offer yesterday, enabling Milwaukee to match any bid.
Ahh, yes, the same Ramon Sessions who must be so thoroughly psyched to hang out with Brandon Jennings in training camp. Keep in mind, the Mavericks can do far better than the mid-level exception if they intend to hang onto Kidd, and observers in addition to Isola are pretty sure that’s exactly what they’d prefer to do.
The Mets confirmed yesterday that Beltran was in Vail, Colo., for a second opinion on his ailing right knee, this one from noted orthopedic surgeon Richard Steadman.
The ominous aspect of that for Beltran and the Mets is that Steadman is the inventor of microfracture knee surgery, an operation that — if he opts to have it — could sideline Beltran for the rest of the season, and potentially jeopardize his career.
Steadman, who runs the clinic where Alex Rodriguez’s hip surgery was performed this year, devised microfracture surgery in the 1990s to mimic missing cartilage in the patient’s knee.
The surgery, which involves drilling small holes so that blood and marrow clot to form a cartilage-like buffer between bones, has been done on numerous pro athletes.
As Hubbach points out, the list of those who’ve had this procedure includes some high profile recoveries (Amare Stoudemire, Jason Kidd) and a number of other basketball starlets whose careers are synonymous with frustration and/or early retirement (Allan Houston, Tracy McGrady, Jamal Mashburn). Along with losing two-fifths of their starting rotation and off-season acquisition J.J. Putz, in short succession the Mets have contemplated the possible end of Carlos Delgado’s career, can’t say with any certainty when Jose Reyes will return, and could now be denied their franchise centerfielder for well, forever. How’s that for breaking up the core, Mike Francesca?
(UPDATE : The New York Daily News’ Adam Rubin reports Dr. Steadman “agreed with the team medical staff’s assessment that the center fielder is suffering from a bone bruise….Steadman is expected to recommend Beltran remain inactive slightly longer than Mets doctor David Altchek initially suggested - until after the All-Star break.”)
[Ozzie's moonwalk tribute to Michael Jackson, who is reportedly gravely ill as we go to press, at Saturday's game. If Bill Veeck isn't around to hire midget players, Sox fans at least get this.]
In a story that appeared here Sunday, I mistakenly paraphrased White Sox mgr Ozzie Guillien on the subject of Cubs mgr Lou Piniella, whom he sided with, when Piniella publicly disciplined OF Milton Bradley during Saturday’s game. Ozzie noted that players should police their own dugout, not the managers and coaches, which I took to mean that he thought not just Bradley, but all modern players, are shit. Then Lou noted that it takes a Cubs appearance at Sox Park to sell the park out, and Ozzie, the South Side’s ambassador to the United States, was asked why:
After Cubs manager Lou Piniella pointed out the spike in attendance from 22,000 when the Dodgers faced the White Sox last week to a full house when the Cubs visited U.S. Cellular Field this weekend, Sox manager Ozzie Guillen was asked why attendance was so low for the Dodgers series.
“Because our fans are not stupid like Cubs fans,” Guillen said. “They know we’re [expletive].”
Guillen said Cubs fans will watch any game at Wrigley Field because “Wrigley Field is just a bar.”
A Carl Crawford two-run HR off Roy Halliday has Toronto trailing the Rays, 2-0, tonight at the Rogers Centre, days after the Jays’ Kevin Millar opined to ESPN’s Jerry Crasnick that he and his mates are “definitely fortunate that you’re in another country and you’re playing for the Blue Jays and you’ve got three beat writers instead of 40.” The Globe & Mail’s Jeff Blair might lack for company, but not for effort when it comes to pointing out the depths to which Alex Rios and Vernon Wells have sunk.
Everybody’s pointed out how poorly Rios and Wells have played and how often they slump. It’s not like it’s just happened this season, you know? But this isn’t a baseball city: it’s a hockey city. It’s also a city without much success in any sport in recent years so, you know, there’s an element of ‘Yeah, whatever,’ at work here. We don’t have a gold standard for sports in Toronto; we have a bronze standard.
So, here you go Millar: Rios and Wells frequently suck – although it was everybody’s favourite Gritty Guy, John McDonald, who was caught off second base before Wells bounced out for the final out of yesterday’s 5-4 loss to the Philadelphia Phillies and there was nary a boo for Johnny Mac.
Anyhow, my sense is general manager J.P. Ricciardi’s all but at the bag of balls stage; that he’s decided any money saved in off-loading Rios or Wells is more important than what’s brought back in return, and that it would have been done by now had Travis Snider not been hurt. The Blue Jays are in danger of a serious revenue crunch that will impact their ability to do on-field business next year. Money’s not coming in, and Roy Halladay needs to be paid.
While it may be true Toronto’s not a baseball town, how often do we hear an MLB vet praise the competitive atmosphere in a bush league setting? Pirates starter Ian Snell K’d 17 Toledo Mud Hens yesterday and told Indianapolis play-by-play announcer Scott McCauley, “the fans are electric here. You can tell, even though they don’t say much or cheer much they pay attention to the game. It was just fun pitching in front of them again.”
A breathless McCauley wonders, “I wonder if the Pirates phones will be ringing tonight? Is anyone interested in a 27 year who sat at 94 miles per hour and hit 96 at least a dozen times this afternoon?” Where Have You Gone Andy Van Slyke’s Pat Lackey takes all this in and seems equally eager for another GM to take Snell off the Bucs’ hands (link courtesy Baseball Musings).
Snell tosses his teammates in Pittsburgh under the bus, completely slays Pirate fans, and then pushes his catchers under the same bus he already threw them under once, gets in the proverbial bus, backs over them several times, parks the bus on top of them, douses it with gasoline, and lights it on fire. Oh, but nothing against the guys up there. Talk about passive aggressive.
After all, that’s Sasha Vujacic’s job. LA Wave’s Betty Pleasant claims last week’s victory parade for the newly crowned NBA Champion Los Angeles Lakers was marred by something even more distasteful than Pau Gasol’s dancing.
The City Council members were told to arrive at the parade staging area at 10 a.m. last Wednesday so they could get on the bus and ride in the parade. They boarded the bus at 10:30 a.m. and were still waiting to roll at 11 a.m. The council members, as well as the general public, became antsy and demanded to know what was the hold up and why was it taking so long to get the parade under way. (Some of the more fair-skinned council members were particularly annoyed, sitting in the sun, as they were.)
The cause of the hold-up was occurring adjacent to the locker room, where Kobe was refusing to ride on the City Council bus because the mayor was to ride on it. At the same time, Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa (above) , the consummate spotlight thief, was refusing to get on the City Council bus unless he got on with Kobe. Kobe loudly denounced the mayor in phrases that started with “I don’t like the …” and ended with “I’m not going to let him pimp my popularity!”
People in the Coliseum who knew nothing about the outside bus dust-up had their own tale to tell: They say the mayor introduced the members of the team and after he introduced Kobe, he extended his hand for the customary shake and Kobe strode right past him ignoring the outstretched hand. One elected official said the snub was clearly visible to everybody. “I didn’t understand it when I saw it, but after hearing about what happened with the bus, I understand it now,” the official said. So, is it sports or is it politics? In this city, it’s obviously one and the same.
Seriously, I cannot tell. If it’s the latter, leave it to Cowherd to prove he’s fully capable of supervising a website just as unreadable as those from Jim Rome and Scott Ferrall. If, however, someone is having a laugh at Cowherd’s expense, we might be about to witness a legal first ; Disney suing a blogger for anti-intellectual copyright violation.
Brian Roark, Kindle’s lawyer, said the wreck happened at 1:50 a.m. Wednesday. He said Kindle likely was text messaging and lost control of his car. He said the wreck caused about $8,700 of damage to the exterior wall of the building, according to the damage estimate provided by the apartment’s management company.
No one other than Kindle was hurt.
Kindle pushed his car onto the street, then went home, Roark said.
“He knew he was hurt at the time and that he needed to go home and go to bed,” Roark said.
Roark said Kindle contacted the apartment management as soon as he woke up Wednesday morning. He also was treated for the concussion later that day.
Kindle’s not merely an All-Big 12 linebacker, he’s pretty good at avoiding a breathalyzer. I’m no Dr. Conrad Murray, but it should be pointed out on Kindle’s behalf there’s no reason to avoid a good night’s sleep, even if you’ve been concussed.
At the time Minaya essentially said he was willing to overpay for Pedro, in the form of $52 million over four years, because of the dividends it would provide, because every kid in the Dominican Republic would want to sign with the Mets.
Since then, however, the only such signings of significance appear to be Fernando Martinez, 19-year-old shortstop Ruben Tejada and 17-year-old shortstop Wilmer Flores. That’s not exactly a pipeline of talent.
Scouts and executives in other organizations aren’t sure if the blame lies in a lack of scouting acumen or the Mets’ reluctance to spend on international signings, but they too expected the Pedro Martinez signing to have more of a ripple effect.
“By now I thought their system would be loaded with good (Latin) players,” one major league scouting director said recently. “But for whatever reason, it hasn’t happened.”
The same baseball people say the Mets do have attractive prospects at the lower levels of their minor-league system, Flores especially, and righthander Brad Holt, their first-round supplemental pick a year ago who was recently promoted to Double-A.
Either one would get the attention of a team looking to make a trade, but considering how few such prospects the Mets have, it hardly seems worth it to include them in quick-fix deals for someone like Adam Dunn, Nick Johnson or Aubrey Huff - or even Mark DeRosa, who was traded from the Indians to the Cardinals on Saturday.
Aside from the specifics of last night’s debacle, Faith & Fear In Flushing’s Jason Fry notes an abundance of weird Mets jerseys and tees in the Citi Field stands. with one sartorial choice in particular making a deep impression :
BURGOS 40? Really? With all the others, you can at least think of a point in time during which someone might have gotten a little too excited and headed to Modell’s. McReynolds was a capable player until he got done eating half of Arkansas, Miller was feisty and gritty if not particularly talented, and Roger Cedeno was decent everywhere except the outfield for a couple of months. Heck, even Jae Seo had a good game or two. But Ambiorix Burgos, owner of one win as a New York Met? Ambiorix Burgos who got hurt and then made news during his rehab from Tommy John surgery first by assaulting his girlfriend and then by being charged with hit-and-run in a case in which two women died? (And who then turned himself in to Dominican Republic officials wearing White Sox gear?) You’re a Mets fan, and this is a shirt you a) actually bought; b) kept through all that; and c) decided to wear to show your bona fides against the Yankees?
There’s only one explanation for the wearers of SEO and CEDENO and BURGOS shirts: These people are plants, Yankee fans sent to Citi Field in disguise to make us look bad. Which is unsportsmanlike and not terribly necessary: This weekend, the people down there on the field wearing Mets uniforms with their actual names on them had that covered.
(one of the least coveted giveaway items of recent memory ; May 5, 2006, Fred Meyer Mariners Collectible Train Night, The A-Train Car)
Or perhaps both? Seattle 3B Adrian Beltre is having surgery to remove bone chips in his left shoulder, a procedure that should keep him out of the M’s lineup for a lengthy stretch and possibly the rest of the season. “Nobody is going to deal for an aching, out-of-the-lineup third baseman before July 31″ warns the Seattle TImes’ Steve Kelley, who despite admitting Beltre’s offensive production for the Mariners pales in comparison to his 2004 career year in Los Angeles, insists, “he has played the game hard, and it wasn’t a lack of work that lowered his production.”
As an example of his approach to the game, Beltre played the last two games of this weekend’s series against the Dodgers, knowing that at least a dozen times a game the pain in his shoulder was going to feel like he had been stabbed.
He never was the Adrian Beltre the Mariners expected he’d be when they handed him $64 million, but he still is one of the best third basemen in the game. His plusses greatly outweigh his minuses.
So manager Don Wakamatsu now must seek a short-term solution at third, while general manager Jack Zduriencik looks long-term at the position.
(Memo to the manager: Don’t move first baseman Russell Branyan to third. He is settled where he is. Don’t mess with that. Move Chris Woodward there, and know at least you have a savvy professional replacing Beltre.)
The long-term solution at third base is more problematic, but time is Zduriencik’s ally. Before Beltre’s return, the direction of the season will be set.
The Mariners either will be in the race or out of it, and Zduriencik will have to decide if signing a healthy Beltre to a three- or four-year deal at a reasonable price is doable.
Is that better than a mid-August waiver deal that will leave the Mariners looking for the next third-base solution?
Thanks to Dave Gionfrido for unearthing the above YouToob clip, otherwise Shultz’ legacy might be limited to deafening John Stossel. As is, this piece of cinema vérité is remarkable on multiple levels. Given the old WWF’s penchant for employing wife beaters and tolerating the abuse of children, there’s something especially creepy about Shultz’ threats of domestic violence being played for laughs. The most disturbing part of this, however, is that despite being unable to afford proper trousers, Shultz lives in a house larger than mine.
[Milton Bradley's slow burn, just before his Gatorade machine smackdown.]
When I got e-mail yesterday asking if I knew about the Lou v Mitlon dispute, I hoped it was a ribald steam room story about Lou Costello and Milton Berle with the punchline, “Come on Milton, just take out enough to win.” Nope, Boo Bradley, for whom I should be on retainer at this point, spent part of the Cubs 8-7 loss yesterday to the hated pale hose arguing with umpires. Bradley’s right, he does get handed a different set of rules from umpires. Lou’s also right, Bradley’s wasting his time and hurting his team by engaging in fights he’ll never win. Lou, who spent the off-season reading “psychology” books he bought off Amazon, laid into Bradley and called him a “piece of shit” in the dugout and sent him to the showers – but not before Bradley went after the Cubs’ beleagured Gatorade machine. Well, the Sox’ s machine, as the Cubs’ Gatorade machine was removed for its own safety. Bradley sought solace in the local Chicago media, and Paul Sulliivan was only too happy to climb up on a chair to give Milton a shoulder to cry on, here. “If it’s a motivating tactic and he’s taking a different switch since people are saying he didn’t have fire, then I understand. I take a lot of heed in what he has to say. It matters. I take it to heart, and I’m better for it.” Glad to hear it. The Cubs then lost today, 6-0. Watching Lou lose his temper brought out some sympathy from the one man in Sox Park who knows a player beat down well, Ozzie Guillien. As Ozzie said:
“You know what’s funny, because players now, they’re scared to take charge because they might lose the relationship of his teammate,” Guillen said. They might lose a friendship. I remember when something was not right in the clubhouse or the dugout, players took care of that.
“Now, the manager and the coaches have got to be the guys to do it. I don’t think players now in baseball, they don’t have the guts to get on his teammates for something they do wrong. We’re missing that. I think that’s the reason Lou has to be the guy taking charge or me taking charge. I remember when players don’t like something about your teammate, they jump on your (rear) and get on it. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t, that’s the way we’re going to do stuff here. Now, the players are scared. I don’t say it’s respect. I think most of the time they’re scared about losing a relationship. I think the players don’t take charge anymore.
In other Cubs news, I’m officially voting for Geo Soto on my all-star ballot since Soto tested positive for a PID, performance inhibiting drug. ESPN reported Thursday that Soto tested + for marijuana during the World Baseball Classic (”claaaaaaaasic, dude!” he called it, while laughing stupidly), and has not served a day in jail. This news got tsunamied by another drug addict having a bad Thursday, so you may not have heard. Is there an asterisk for players who make their job harder? It should note that Soto’s BA .228 for the year, had he not been stoned, would be somehwere in the .260s right now. I hope the HOF judges keep that in mind while voting, is all I’m saying. Fans worried about his future can chill, as Soto says the dope has NOT killed his love of the game. “I am fully dedicated to the game of baseball and my teammates, and I apologize for any distraction and embarrassment this may cause them,” he said three times in a row.
Finally, as posited here for some time, the Ricketts’ family exclusive-not-exclusive-window-not-a-window-top-bid-not-a-bid saga is going nowhere fast. It finally brought about a leak from the non-Ricketts interests in the Cubs sale last week. Apparently, no Obama Sox-friendly stimulus money has trickled down to Mr. Ricketts, whose family day trading empire Ameritrade isn’t able to secure him the $500 mil he’s been short to buy the team. Hm, day trading cash looks pretty slim these days, if I can go by Lenny Dykstra’s reported money troubles. While reports claim Ricketts and Zell differ only on a mere $50 mil, Zell has opened up talks with New York based investment group lead by Marc Utay, who Sox fans will be happy to know is a graduate of the Harvard of the Northen suburbs, New Trier High School. Utay’s original bid was supposed to have been $900 mil or so, which Mark Cuban still felt was overpriced last January.