One of two things has to be true. Either the Red Raiders of Texas Tech were underrated all year -- or the Michigan Wolverines were vastly overrated -- again.
Because the latter got taken to the proverbial woodshed by the former in a Sweet Sixteen game.
Michigan could only manage a paltry 16 points in the entire first half? And 44 total? That's more like a high school score, not a so-called "elite" program.
This was men against boys from the opening tip-off. Straight to the woodshed went the "proud" -- and they're always chock full of pride -- Wolverines.
Yeah, I know. Michigan made it all the way to the championship game last before getting drubbed by a vastly superior Villanova squad.
And many moons ago, the "Fab Five" was supposed to be all that. But they never won squat, always choking on the big stage. A bunch of hype and precious few results. All talk and no walk.
Just this year, Michigan was blistered by their in-state rival Michigan State, not once, not twice, but three times. Ouch. And the Spartans of MSU just kicked LSU to the curb in convincing fashion.
And now along come Texas Tech, a lower seed, and trashes them by 20 points or so.
Did I mention woodshed?
On related notes, a #1 seed finally went down. Few would have foreseen Auburn clobbering mighty North Carolna -- but they did.
Yours truly is surprised Virginia's still around. The Cavaliers have a long history of being great regular season teams but chokers once the tournament starts, dating all the way back to the Ralph Sampson days.
Who's going to win it all?
Not a clue, but I've been a closet Gonzaga fan for as long as I can remember. How can you root against a tiny private school tucked away in the far northwest corner of the country, when they have to go up against so many behemoths at this time every year?
Go Zags.
Yep, it's going to be a long flight back to Ann Arbor for Michigan.
And a while before they heal up from the thrashing they got in the woodshed. Hope they've got extra-soft pillows on the plane for them to sit on.
Man, that's gotta smart.
Friday, March 29, 2019
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
The Robert Kraft "gift"
Well OK, we've all heard about New England Patriots' owner Robert Kraft getting caught up in a prostitution, human trafficking, night out on the town -- take your pick -- sting in Florida.
And of course he's pleaded not-guilty. Maybe he is. Maybe he isn't. But one thing he most DEFINITELY is -- is a billionaire.
Typically, "justice" works a little, make that a lot, different for folks like that as compared to the commoners. As in they'll get off with the proverbial slap on the wrist when John or Jane school teacher/plumber/truck driver -- take your pick again -- would get hammered for the same alleged offense.
But here's the thing. Whatever break the prosecuting people give Kraft -- and you just know there will be one -- they'll have to extend to the other poor every day saps caught up in the same mess. Anything less would reek of a double standard, and defense attorneys would be screaming in outrage, now to mention how the press would lambaste any prosecutors and judges that were a part of it.
So the moral of the story is ---
If you're gonna rock and roll with the "ladies of the evening" for a fair market price, it's a really good idea to do it when a really rich guy is in the house doing the same thing.
Consider it his "gift" to you.
And of course he's pleaded not-guilty. Maybe he is. Maybe he isn't. But one thing he most DEFINITELY is -- is a billionaire.
Typically, "justice" works a little, make that a lot, different for folks like that as compared to the commoners. As in they'll get off with the proverbial slap on the wrist when John or Jane school teacher/plumber/truck driver -- take your pick again -- would get hammered for the same alleged offense.
But here's the thing. Whatever break the prosecuting people give Kraft -- and you just know there will be one -- they'll have to extend to the other poor every day saps caught up in the same mess. Anything less would reek of a double standard, and defense attorneys would be screaming in outrage, now to mention how the press would lambaste any prosecutors and judges that were a part of it.
So the moral of the story is ---
If you're gonna rock and roll with the "ladies of the evening" for a fair market price, it's a really good idea to do it when a really rich guy is in the house doing the same thing.
Consider it his "gift" to you.
Monday, March 25, 2019
The utter stupidity of Le'Veon Bell
I want to see athletes from whatever team succeed as much as the next guy/gal. And if they can get mega-bucks, by all means go for it. Though often times, players in many sports are dumber than bricks in real life, and would be lucky to get a menial job at minimum wage anywhere else in the marketplace.
Which brings me to one Le'Veon Bell, former running back of the Pittsburgh Steelers. He just got a full-spread story in Sports Illustrated penned by one Jenny Vrentas, who appears to be an idol worshiper of the highest order. But SI scribes are like that. Everybody's the greatest at something, and no criticism allowed. They live in their own politically correct cocoon.
No such limitations here. It is what it is, and sometimes it's just stupidity rearing it's moronic head.
Which brings me back to Le'Veon Bell. Football fans know he sat out the entire 2018 season because he refused to accept the "franchise tag" the Steelers were going to put on him. Thing is, the very definition of the franchise tag dictates a player will be paid the average of the top five other players around the league at the same position. Which is exactly what Bell was. A top-fiver. Good, even really good, but NOT eye-popping great. Nobody's going to mention Bell in the same sentence with folks like Jim Brown, OJ Simpson, Walter Payton, Barry Sanders, and those of that class. It should also be noted that when Bell sat out, his replacement, one James Conner, stepped in and the Steelers never lost a beat in their running game. Conner was every bit as good as Bell. When THAT happens, the O-line is definitely worthy of praise for their blocking and opening holes, but they never get any.
But let's just look at the simple numbers of it all.
By turning down the franchise tag, Bell lost $14.5 million bucks. Flush. Gone. I'll get back to that.
Back in the summer of 2017, the Steelers also offered him a five year deal worth $12 million a year. I'm pretty sure that comes out to $60 million total. He also turned that down. Bear that in mind as well.
Just recently, he signed a four year deal with the NY Jets worth roughly $52 million, or about $13 million a year.
Even assuming he stays healthy, ya never know, he will have made far less money at the conclusion of the current contract than he would have under the one Pittsburgh offered him a while back.
How dumb is that?
And now he'll be playing for the woeful Jets. At least in Pittsburgh the Steelers were always contenders. Playoffs every year, and a proud and fabled history over the years to boot.
The Jets haven't been any good since the days of Joe Willy Namath, back when the Viet Nam war was raging. How long ago was that? And they're going to stink it up for next few years as well.
So Bell went from a winning franchise to a sad-sack outfit, for less money in the long run. It's reminisce of Golden Tate leaving a Super Bowl winning team in the beautiful city of Seattle -- to come to an historic bottom-feeding team like the Lions in the crime-ridden dregs of Detroit.
How colossally stupid is that?
And the Jets get a prima donna player who has a history of drug related offenses. If he's not smoking weed, he's skipping drug tests. Both will get a guy in trouble with the league.
Evidently, the stupid thing is contagious.
Or put another way -- monkey see, monkey do.
Yep, Bell and gullible scribes like Vrentas can claim a "win", but a hard objective look at the reality of it all suggests quite the opposite.
Which brings me to one Le'Veon Bell, former running back of the Pittsburgh Steelers. He just got a full-spread story in Sports Illustrated penned by one Jenny Vrentas, who appears to be an idol worshiper of the highest order. But SI scribes are like that. Everybody's the greatest at something, and no criticism allowed. They live in their own politically correct cocoon.
No such limitations here. It is what it is, and sometimes it's just stupidity rearing it's moronic head.
Which brings me back to Le'Veon Bell. Football fans know he sat out the entire 2018 season because he refused to accept the "franchise tag" the Steelers were going to put on him. Thing is, the very definition of the franchise tag dictates a player will be paid the average of the top five other players around the league at the same position. Which is exactly what Bell was. A top-fiver. Good, even really good, but NOT eye-popping great. Nobody's going to mention Bell in the same sentence with folks like Jim Brown, OJ Simpson, Walter Payton, Barry Sanders, and those of that class. It should also be noted that when Bell sat out, his replacement, one James Conner, stepped in and the Steelers never lost a beat in their running game. Conner was every bit as good as Bell. When THAT happens, the O-line is definitely worthy of praise for their blocking and opening holes, but they never get any.
But let's just look at the simple numbers of it all.
By turning down the franchise tag, Bell lost $14.5 million bucks. Flush. Gone. I'll get back to that.
Back in the summer of 2017, the Steelers also offered him a five year deal worth $12 million a year. I'm pretty sure that comes out to $60 million total. He also turned that down. Bear that in mind as well.
Just recently, he signed a four year deal with the NY Jets worth roughly $52 million, or about $13 million a year.
Even assuming he stays healthy, ya never know, he will have made far less money at the conclusion of the current contract than he would have under the one Pittsburgh offered him a while back.
How dumb is that?
And now he'll be playing for the woeful Jets. At least in Pittsburgh the Steelers were always contenders. Playoffs every year, and a proud and fabled history over the years to boot.
The Jets haven't been any good since the days of Joe Willy Namath, back when the Viet Nam war was raging. How long ago was that? And they're going to stink it up for next few years as well.
So Bell went from a winning franchise to a sad-sack outfit, for less money in the long run. It's reminisce of Golden Tate leaving a Super Bowl winning team in the beautiful city of Seattle -- to come to an historic bottom-feeding team like the Lions in the crime-ridden dregs of Detroit.
How colossally stupid is that?
And the Jets get a prima donna player who has a history of drug related offenses. If he's not smoking weed, he's skipping drug tests. Both will get a guy in trouble with the league.
Evidently, the stupid thing is contagious.
Or put another way -- monkey see, monkey do.
Yep, Bell and gullible scribes like Vrentas can claim a "win", but a hard objective look at the reality of it all suggests quite the opposite.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
A pissed off sports fan
So there I was. Sitting in my favorite old chair. Nuked leftover pizza? Check. Six-pack on ice? Check. My two little yorkie boys giving me looks of love? Well, kinda, though I suspect they had an ulterior motive (see pizza above).
And flipping back and forth between the PGA Valspar tourney and NCAA hoops. What could go wrong?
While watching golf on NBC, they broke into it with a "red alert" newscast. Holy cow. Were nukes incoming?
Nope, nothing near as exciting as that. Just an update on that pesky Mueller report that's been going on for so long.
Turns out, after almost two years, Mr. Mueller and his investigative crew drew "no conclusions" over whether Donald Trump and his family committed various crimes. Not enough evidence to charge them, but explicitly not a total vindication either. OK, got it. Now can we get back to golf?
Oh no. The same guy, reading from the same papers, had to say it all over again, and then again a third time.
To REALLY insult our intelligence, some female talking head that worked for the network asked him to clarify what had already been clearly stated three times. So on he went again.
Click. A commercial during the basketball game. Out of curiosity, I checked out the other major networks. Sure enough, they were all blathering on about the same "non-news". Over and over again, the very same stuff.
Hey, it's bad enough one network feels the need to keep repeating itself, but all of them? What is it with the herd mentality of these folks anyway?
Put it on CNN, a news network, and leave the sports alone, you idiots.
Finally, back to CBS, which was showing hoops. Ah man, a little behind the others, here's comes their "newsbreak" too. Yep, the same old tripe, only-- OMG -- it only lasted a couple minutes, which was all that was needed in the first place on all the other channels, then they returned to basketball.
And the moral of the story?
President here. Collusion there. Russians, witch hunts, slimy politicians, nefarious underlings everywhere. At the highest level of American politics.
But despite all that, not even those folks can, pardon the pun, trump March Madness.
Which is as it should be.
Golf maybe, but not the "tournament".
Best game of the Sweet Sixteen?
Gonzaga versus Florida State.
And flipping back and forth between the PGA Valspar tourney and NCAA hoops. What could go wrong?
While watching golf on NBC, they broke into it with a "red alert" newscast. Holy cow. Were nukes incoming?
Nope, nothing near as exciting as that. Just an update on that pesky Mueller report that's been going on for so long.
Turns out, after almost two years, Mr. Mueller and his investigative crew drew "no conclusions" over whether Donald Trump and his family committed various crimes. Not enough evidence to charge them, but explicitly not a total vindication either. OK, got it. Now can we get back to golf?
Oh no. The same guy, reading from the same papers, had to say it all over again, and then again a third time.
To REALLY insult our intelligence, some female talking head that worked for the network asked him to clarify what had already been clearly stated three times. So on he went again.
Click. A commercial during the basketball game. Out of curiosity, I checked out the other major networks. Sure enough, they were all blathering on about the same "non-news". Over and over again, the very same stuff.
Hey, it's bad enough one network feels the need to keep repeating itself, but all of them? What is it with the herd mentality of these folks anyway?
Put it on CNN, a news network, and leave the sports alone, you idiots.
Finally, back to CBS, which was showing hoops. Ah man, a little behind the others, here's comes their "newsbreak" too. Yep, the same old tripe, only-- OMG -- it only lasted a couple minutes, which was all that was needed in the first place on all the other channels, then they returned to basketball.
And the moral of the story?
President here. Collusion there. Russians, witch hunts, slimy politicians, nefarious underlings everywhere. At the highest level of American politics.
But despite all that, not even those folks can, pardon the pun, trump March Madness.
Which is as it should be.
Golf maybe, but not the "tournament".
Best game of the Sweet Sixteen?
Gonzaga versus Florida State.
Saturday, March 16, 2019
The Players Championship
Pity that pesky Spaniard, one Jon Rahm, shot a lights-out 64 on Saturday to take a one stroke lead in the PGA Players Championship.
For a while Brit Tommy Fleetwood and Irish lad Rory McIlroy were duking it out atop the leaderboard.
Yep, Fleetwood Mac was headlining the show again, some 40 years later. They should have played disco music in the background and threw in a few strobe lights.
Hard to say who will eventually win. Fleetwood's been lurking around the top in many tourneys of late but, alas, his collar seems to get a wee bit tight on Sundays. He's still looking for his first win.
Rory's been there, done that, and after a brief period where his game appeared to desert him, seems to be back in the groove again.
Young Rahm, if not already, will certainly be a force to contend with for the next couple decades.
Aussie Jason Day was out of synch for a while, but seems to have righted his golf ship and is in contention. Can't count him out.
Likewise Dustin Johnson, arguably the #1 player in the world. He's only a handful of strokes back. If he gets hot on Sunday......
The good thing about PGA tournaments these days? How the TV coverage gets its sanity back on the weekends, and that's likely not by choice.
Typically on Thursday and Friday, the TV folks turn the tourney into basically the Tiger Woods show. It's unbelievable how often they'll feature him on the air. Every shot. Then replays of same. They'll even throw in a few "highlights" from when Eldrick was playing in tournaments past. This, despite him usually being 5, 7, 10 strokes behind. More out of contention the longer the play goes on.
What's good about the weekend? If Eldrick does make the cut, it's usually barely. Which means he'll have early tee times on Saturday and Sunday. In other words, he'll just about have finished play before the contenders even start.
Even the obviously biased TV folks find it difficult to throw in a bunch of Tiger clips when he's not even playing any more. Hence, the coverage is more fairly spread around, as it should be.
True, they WILL find a way to interview him. That's seems to be mandatory, even if he's 10,12, 15 shots behind. Tiger this, Tiger that. If this was a white guy in the NBA, the networks would be blasted for blatant racism. But they keep jamming Eldrick down everybody's throat, even though he's won only one tournament in the last five years, and that not a major.
No offense to Jon Rahm. He seems like quite the gentleman, and this author wishes him well.
But I kinda liked the Fleetwood Mac angle.
For a while Brit Tommy Fleetwood and Irish lad Rory McIlroy were duking it out atop the leaderboard.
Yep, Fleetwood Mac was headlining the show again, some 40 years later. They should have played disco music in the background and threw in a few strobe lights.
Hard to say who will eventually win. Fleetwood's been lurking around the top in many tourneys of late but, alas, his collar seems to get a wee bit tight on Sundays. He's still looking for his first win.
Rory's been there, done that, and after a brief period where his game appeared to desert him, seems to be back in the groove again.
Young Rahm, if not already, will certainly be a force to contend with for the next couple decades.
Aussie Jason Day was out of synch for a while, but seems to have righted his golf ship and is in contention. Can't count him out.
Likewise Dustin Johnson, arguably the #1 player in the world. He's only a handful of strokes back. If he gets hot on Sunday......
The good thing about PGA tournaments these days? How the TV coverage gets its sanity back on the weekends, and that's likely not by choice.
Typically on Thursday and Friday, the TV folks turn the tourney into basically the Tiger Woods show. It's unbelievable how often they'll feature him on the air. Every shot. Then replays of same. They'll even throw in a few "highlights" from when Eldrick was playing in tournaments past. This, despite him usually being 5, 7, 10 strokes behind. More out of contention the longer the play goes on.
What's good about the weekend? If Eldrick does make the cut, it's usually barely. Which means he'll have early tee times on Saturday and Sunday. In other words, he'll just about have finished play before the contenders even start.
Even the obviously biased TV folks find it difficult to throw in a bunch of Tiger clips when he's not even playing any more. Hence, the coverage is more fairly spread around, as it should be.
True, they WILL find a way to interview him. That's seems to be mandatory, even if he's 10,12, 15 shots behind. Tiger this, Tiger that. If this was a white guy in the NBA, the networks would be blasted for blatant racism. But they keep jamming Eldrick down everybody's throat, even though he's won only one tournament in the last five years, and that not a major.
No offense to Jon Rahm. He seems like quite the gentleman, and this author wishes him well.
But I kinda liked the Fleetwood Mac angle.
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Detroit Lions and laughable free agent signings
Well, the always sorry NFL Puddy-Tats of Motown are at it again. No doubt, they and their ever-faithful media and koolaided fans will claim the Lions made a big splash in free agency. Nothing could be further from the truth. All they've accomplished is getting a few has-beens at ridiculous prices.
Trey Flowers.
For all the hype, he's basically an average defensive lineman. Twenty one sacks in four years is hardly Hall of Fame material. But wait -- he came from the Patriots? Correct. They know when to let a player go, especially one that starts mouthing off about being worth a bazillion bucks, and will reload with a younger one. Can anybody doubt their ways of late?
Danny Amendola.
Also a former Patriot. The receiver got cut in New England, signed on with the woeful Miami Dolphins, and got cut there. Plus he's 34 years old. Not good enough for Miami, and Detroit thinks he's a big catch? Please.
Jesse James.
True, the Lions haven't had a decent tight end in forever, but THIS guy? I mean, who's next? Wild Bill Hickok? Annie Oakley?
Justin Coleman.
Supposedly the "answer" to complement Darius Slay at cornerback. You know, the self-proclaimed "Big Play" Slay. That he is. In any typical name, he'll get torched a couple times by opposing wide receivers on deep routes. And while Coleman was OK in Seattle, do you think the Seahawks would have let him go if they thought he had a major up-side? Likely not. It's also telling that Coleman would opt out of a beautiful city like Seattle, which is a Super Bowl contender every year, to come to the crime-ridden dregs of Detroit, which hasn't sniffed one since Super Bowls started over a half century ago. Kinda like Golden Tate did a few years back. Not exactly mental heavyweights, those two.
The "Patriot connection" in Detroit has become yuk-worthy. General Manager Bob Quinn, who was only a mere scout for the Patriots, hence not nearly qualified to be a GM, has pretty much botched the drafts since he's been in charge of player procurement for the Lions.
Head coach Matt Patricia, formerly defensive coordinator under Bill Belichick, appeared clueless in his rookie season as the field general in Detroit.
And now the Lions have been busy signing a few former Patriot players to eye-popping contracts, and will no doubt claim they "made a killing"
That they did. They've killed themselves salary cap wise in the near future by signing a bunch of retreads to exorbitant contracts.
Just wait for the draft. It won't matter who the Lions take -- they'll proclaim from on high they made yet another "killing".
And yep, you can be sure the above mentioned media and eternal sappies will jump on the bandwagon once again. They always do. By God, this just might be the year, they'll scream
Um, no. It won't.
They keep forgetting the obvious.
It's still the same old Detroit Lions. Everybody is great, until they prove themselves to be busts.
And if there's a way to screw something up, rest assured they'll find it.
For whatever reason, it's just in their DNA.
Trey Flowers.
For all the hype, he's basically an average defensive lineman. Twenty one sacks in four years is hardly Hall of Fame material. But wait -- he came from the Patriots? Correct. They know when to let a player go, especially one that starts mouthing off about being worth a bazillion bucks, and will reload with a younger one. Can anybody doubt their ways of late?
Danny Amendola.
Also a former Patriot. The receiver got cut in New England, signed on with the woeful Miami Dolphins, and got cut there. Plus he's 34 years old. Not good enough for Miami, and Detroit thinks he's a big catch? Please.
Jesse James.
True, the Lions haven't had a decent tight end in forever, but THIS guy? I mean, who's next? Wild Bill Hickok? Annie Oakley?
Justin Coleman.
Supposedly the "answer" to complement Darius Slay at cornerback. You know, the self-proclaimed "Big Play" Slay. That he is. In any typical name, he'll get torched a couple times by opposing wide receivers on deep routes. And while Coleman was OK in Seattle, do you think the Seahawks would have let him go if they thought he had a major up-side? Likely not. It's also telling that Coleman would opt out of a beautiful city like Seattle, which is a Super Bowl contender every year, to come to the crime-ridden dregs of Detroit, which hasn't sniffed one since Super Bowls started over a half century ago. Kinda like Golden Tate did a few years back. Not exactly mental heavyweights, those two.
The "Patriot connection" in Detroit has become yuk-worthy. General Manager Bob Quinn, who was only a mere scout for the Patriots, hence not nearly qualified to be a GM, has pretty much botched the drafts since he's been in charge of player procurement for the Lions.
Head coach Matt Patricia, formerly defensive coordinator under Bill Belichick, appeared clueless in his rookie season as the field general in Detroit.
And now the Lions have been busy signing a few former Patriot players to eye-popping contracts, and will no doubt claim they "made a killing"
That they did. They've killed themselves salary cap wise in the near future by signing a bunch of retreads to exorbitant contracts.
Just wait for the draft. It won't matter who the Lions take -- they'll proclaim from on high they made yet another "killing".
And yep, you can be sure the above mentioned media and eternal sappies will jump on the bandwagon once again. They always do. By God, this just might be the year, they'll scream
Um, no. It won't.
They keep forgetting the obvious.
It's still the same old Detroit Lions. Everybody is great, until they prove themselves to be busts.
And if there's a way to screw something up, rest assured they'll find it.
For whatever reason, it's just in their DNA.
Saturday, March 9, 2019
The ridiculous Antonio Brown
What is it with these idiots? You know, the ones that think soon-to-be former Pittsburgh Steeler receiver Antonio Brown is all THAT?
Sure, he's been a great player for several years. Tons of receptions and touchdowns scored. A leader in many categories.
But he's also 31 years old. Which means his best years are behind him.
On top of that, he's a show-off, prima donna, look-at me me me type guy, not to mention a locker room cancer.
If, as rumored, the Oakland Raiders want to take a flyer on this guy, one has to (further) question the sanity of Jon Gruden -- the $100 million man that has so far butchered the team in every conceivable way.
Antonio Brown is only going to be happy if the majority of passes come in his direction, and he doesn't have to do mundane chores such as -- gasp -- blocking on outside running plays, which he appears to have been incapable of doing anyway.
This dude and his 'tude can disrupt an entire team, so why, pray tell, would he be in hot demand?
Turns out, he isn't. Most teams know better than to take on an over-the-hill player that will want far more money than he's worth, with such a downside to boot.
Though he'd never say so, one can certainly speculate that Steelers' head coach Mike Tomlin and the front office is glad to be rid of him. His liabilities are growing, while the asset side is rapidly shrinking.
Give him a couple years in Oakland -- a bad team from top to bottom -- getting blistered on the field most games, and the dear Mr. Brown may wish he hadn't burned that bridge back in Pittsburgh.
At least there he had a shot at the playoffs and, once in, who knows how far a team might go?
Ain't gonna happen in Oakland.
See ya, AB. You asked for it, and it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Sure, he's been a great player for several years. Tons of receptions and touchdowns scored. A leader in many categories.
But he's also 31 years old. Which means his best years are behind him.
On top of that, he's a show-off, prima donna, look-at me me me type guy, not to mention a locker room cancer.
If, as rumored, the Oakland Raiders want to take a flyer on this guy, one has to (further) question the sanity of Jon Gruden -- the $100 million man that has so far butchered the team in every conceivable way.
Antonio Brown is only going to be happy if the majority of passes come in his direction, and he doesn't have to do mundane chores such as -- gasp -- blocking on outside running plays, which he appears to have been incapable of doing anyway.
This dude and his 'tude can disrupt an entire team, so why, pray tell, would he be in hot demand?
Turns out, he isn't. Most teams know better than to take on an over-the-hill player that will want far more money than he's worth, with such a downside to boot.
Though he'd never say so, one can certainly speculate that Steelers' head coach Mike Tomlin and the front office is glad to be rid of him. His liabilities are growing, while the asset side is rapidly shrinking.
Give him a couple years in Oakland -- a bad team from top to bottom -- getting blistered on the field most games, and the dear Mr. Brown may wish he hadn't burned that bridge back in Pittsburgh.
At least there he had a shot at the playoffs and, once in, who knows how far a team might go?
Ain't gonna happen in Oakland.
See ya, AB. You asked for it, and it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Monday, March 4, 2019
Somebody's crazy
So the Philadelphia Phillies gave Bryce Harper a thirteen year contract worth $330 million bucks.
They're crazy.
Harper, now 26 years old, will obviously be the very ripe old baseball age of 39 by the time the Phillies are off the hook for this ludicrous contract.
When's the last time you heard of an everyday position player being any good past the age of 35?
Oh, but it gets even more ludicrous. Harper was a sub .250 hitter last year, is most definitely a sub-par defensive outfielder, strikes out a lot, and is an injury waiting to happen. And let's not forget he's not the easiest guy for teammates to get along with in the clubhouse. Can you say hot-head/prima donna?
Just when you think people can't get any stupider ---
Along comes a couple golf club commercials.
One says buy this driver and every tee shot is guaranteed to land in the fairway. Well then. How come the hot-shots on the PGA Tour aren't using it? Lord knows, they sure miss enough fairways trying to bomb the ball well over 300 yards.
And if you're crazy enough to be interested in that driver, you'll just love....
The guaranteed sand iron. Buy this little gem and your sand trap worries are over. No more flailing away in the ditch. Every shot guaranteed to land on the green.
Right.
And if you're stupid enough to plunk down money for either of these clubs, why not buy six or seven of each? One for every day of the week. Call now while supplies last -- you moron.
I saw where some Detroit area columnist said the best thing the Detroit Tigers could hope for was to play well enough in the early part of the year, so some of the "veterans" would have enough "value" to get rid of for future "prospects", thereby torpedoing the team even further for the next several years.
And that's just nuts.
They're crazy.
Harper, now 26 years old, will obviously be the very ripe old baseball age of 39 by the time the Phillies are off the hook for this ludicrous contract.
When's the last time you heard of an everyday position player being any good past the age of 35?
Oh, but it gets even more ludicrous. Harper was a sub .250 hitter last year, is most definitely a sub-par defensive outfielder, strikes out a lot, and is an injury waiting to happen. And let's not forget he's not the easiest guy for teammates to get along with in the clubhouse. Can you say hot-head/prima donna?
Just when you think people can't get any stupider ---
Along comes a couple golf club commercials.
One says buy this driver and every tee shot is guaranteed to land in the fairway. Well then. How come the hot-shots on the PGA Tour aren't using it? Lord knows, they sure miss enough fairways trying to bomb the ball well over 300 yards.
And if you're crazy enough to be interested in that driver, you'll just love....
The guaranteed sand iron. Buy this little gem and your sand trap worries are over. No more flailing away in the ditch. Every shot guaranteed to land on the green.
Right.
And if you're stupid enough to plunk down money for either of these clubs, why not buy six or seven of each? One for every day of the week. Call now while supplies last -- you moron.
I saw where some Detroit area columnist said the best thing the Detroit Tigers could hope for was to play well enough in the early part of the year, so some of the "veterans" would have enough "value" to get rid of for future "prospects", thereby torpedoing the team even further for the next several years.
And that's just nuts.
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