About Me:
Whether it's here on the Fox Sports blog, or elsewhere in the world, every day someone does something so stupid, so bereft of even the most minute amount of intelligence, that it requires comment.
I give you "Sup Wi Dat?"
Comments are welcom
About Me:
Whether it's here on the Fox Sports blog, or elsewhere in the world, every day someone does something so stupid, so bereft of even the most minute amount of intelligence, that it requires comment.
I give you "Sup Wi Dat?"
Comments are welcom
About Me:
Whether it's here on the Fox Sports blog, or elsewhere in the world, every day someone does something so stupid, so bereft of even the most minute amount of intelligence, that it requires comment.
I give you "Sup Wi Dat?"
Comments are welcom
Just about everyone has heard the admonishment from his or
her parents at one time or another that "you should know right from wrong". The
terse tone normally accompanying the phrase frequently indicated that the
listener was about to be given an abject lesson on the difference. Things like
it's right to help the old lady across the street, but wrong to kick her walker
out from underneath her and take her purse.
Similarly it's right to wait for the verdict before we put you in the
electric chair and pull the switch.
Conversely it's wrong to put you in the chair and pull the switch before
the verdict, even though some would like that prescription sometimes.
How does this relate to sports? Simple. In the wonderful
world of sports debates it's becoming more and more the case where ardent
supporters of a player or team ignore the cold hard facts surrounding the topic
and instead cling feverishly to arguments that sound right, but are in reality
utterly and completely wrong. Those desperados of the cause, intentionally
blind to the light, will take pillory and post rather than accept facts
contrary to their "belief".
Take the Barry Bonds dramady for example. A significant
number of people are devout in their fanaticism that Bonds has not been proven
to take steroids. On the surface this sounds right, and in fact is right; Bonds
has not been proven or admitted "knowingly" taking steroids. But the fact is he
did take them. The whole sordid affair has been leaked from grand jury testimony
that he took the "cream" and the "clear", both being steroid products from the
BALCO labs. The leak was illegal, but that doesn't change the facts as admitted
to by Bonds himself. What is it that makes some people willfully ignore what is
right and proselytize what is wrong?
In conjunction with the Barry blemish is the incessant need
to tarnish others to lessen the impact of Bonds' maladroit behavior. Both Hank
Aaron and Babe Ruth have been subject to fanciful screeds that sound right, but
again, are staggering in their actual wrongness. We read how Ruth faced wimpy
arms that pitched full games, yet there is silence about the arms like Koufax,
Gibson, Mclain, Drysdale and others that 30 years ago were Hall of Fame bound
for pitching complete games. One Bonds acolyte has even gone so far as to claim
Ruth hit most of his home runs over a short fence at Yankee stadium,
confidently ignoring reams of firsthand newspaper and eyewitness accounts of
each and every home run ever hit by Ruth, stating the exact opposite.
Hank Aaron has now been branded a drug user for his offhand
remark that he took a "greenie" once. Once. It is perfectly right to say that
Aaron took amphetamines. Once.
Foolishly wrong to infer he took them any length of time. And yet that unpretentious
comment has now evolved into the clarion call to smear Aaron for all his work
ethic and professional accomplishments throughout his career.
Quite simply put, some people never learn how to tell right
from wrong.
You can go ahead and stick a fork in them they're done: But for entirely
different reasons.
Phil Mickelson and Seve Ballesteros both bid farewell to the game this
weekend. One, a valiant fighter who wrested 5 major championships from a group
of competitors the likes of which the world will not soon see again, and the
other a complex amalgam of hits and misses resulting in a slap-stick joyride of
an up and down career.
Seve quit the game due to persistent back pain, preventing him from joining
the seniors tour, where he surely would have continued to thrill with his
amazing assortment of scrambling shot making. No one who follows the sport didn't
marvel at least once with Seve's ability to get up and down from practically
anywhere, including from the kitchen sink if necessary.
Phil on the other hand may as well concede his game to his psyche, which
gets the best of him at every turn.
As is becoming commonplace, Phil breaks to the lead in a tournament, the
Scottish Open this past weekend, only to throw a shoe down the home stretch.
One can barely imagine the tone and tenor of the cacophony ringing inside his
head as he approaches another 18th tee on Sunday with the lead. I wonder if the voices are in English?
Time and again we are witness to a man's inability to execute the simple
need of a straight drive when necessary.
We read about the poor sot Van de Veld and how he once lost a seemingly
insurmountable lead on the 18th of the British Open. How about Philly "Cheese steak" repeating
the feat ad nausem? It's not unrealistic to think Phil's best days are behind
him. Doubtless he will win more regular
tour events before joining the seniors. That much can be expected from this
talented but inconsistent lot on the tour now.
But as for competing to victory in majors, Mickelson won't see another until
the golf gods allow him to skip the 18th tee and drop somewhere in
the middle.
With all the fuss going on about this and that, and that and this, why not take a needed break from the action to look at what some girl at Cal is doing to the sports world, and by association, the image painted in the male psychy by the title of this post.
Allison Stokke, pole vaulter from Cal, and the freshman record holder in the event, demonstrates for all of us again that just because you're super-natural hot and near close to nuclear fission, doesn't mean you can't be good at sports!
Augusta, GA - With grim, ashen faces the group of men is
gathered at the edge of the 17th green in the predawn hours. It had been several days since the debacle,
and answers were in demand. "How could this happen?" was chief among them.
"What are we going to do to make sure it doesn't happen again?" they grieve.
Bulldozers grumble in the dark, tearing at the ground to undo the done.
Their aggravation concerns the disastrous performance of the
world's de facto greatest golfer at the 2007 Masters. Just how did some pumpkin
farmer from Iowa end up in the coveted green jacket? Did anyone have a
plausible reason as to why a Tiger Woods wedge went so far astray on the 17th,
on championship Sunday? Surely it was
the course they surmise. Anyone with discernable brain activity knows it wasn't
Tigers fault he chunked such a short iron at such a critical moment. "The
course" they mumble as they look to each other and nod in agreement, "The
course". Just kidding about the dozers though!
Had they gone too far in "Tiger Proofing" the course? Had he
in fact been "proofed" out of winning? Stubby, money-counting hands rubbed at
furrowed brows as they contemplated the unexpected results. But was it really the course? Doubtful.
Maybe, as has been the case with just about
every major Tiger hasn't won recently, that it was a relative unknown, with no
real experience in major pressure, shooting a nominal final round score as the others
imploded.
Augusta was set up to play hard, as always. But this year the rough was left longer and
due to a dry spell, the greens more firm (if that's even possible). The
complaint from the players, "It was like a U.S. Open out there". Well how about
that, Professional golfers required to hit the fairway. What a novel idea. And as usual with the caliber of golfer on the tour today, when Woods
plays poorly, it's up to a first timer to step up.
Ogilvey backed in, Zach
hacked in, and at the Open, if Tiger doesn't win, look for ANOTHER first
time major champion.
Below is the house of a Hollywood insider John Travolta. A few jumbo jets and about 50,000 square feet. Along with Al Gore, they sure do love to practice what they preach. Or is it, do as I say, not as I do?
Also, an update for the remaining brain-dead dolts that insist that Iraq is just a ploy by the Bush Administration to steal the oil for themselves; this just in from CNN, not an administration ally:
By Steve Hargreaves, CNNMoney.com staff writerApril 5 2007: 1:42 PM EDT
NEW
YORK (CNNMoney.com) -- Despite claims by some critics that the Bush
administration invaded Iraq to take control of its oil, the first
contracts with major oil firms from Iraq's new government are likely to
go not to U.S. companies, but rather to companies from China, India,
Vietnam, and Indonesia.
While Iraqi lawmakers struggle to pass an
agreement on exactly who will award the contracts and how the revenue
will be shared, experts say a draft version that passed the cabinet
earlier this year will likely uphold agreements previously signed by
those countries under Saddam Hussein's government.