Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Saturday, April 04, 2009

It's that time again ...

... to dream the big dreams, and my big dreams I mean the dream that your team can actually win the World Series.

This is an especially important time when your particular team has choked the past two years.

That's whats so special about baseball ... for at least a month or so you can happily dream.

Monday, September 29, 2008

And today ...

... I'm not.

Though, to be honest ... this really isn't about Chicago. This is about the Metropolitans stinking again in September. Listen guys, with 17 games to go (with a three game lead in the division) all you can do is win 7 of them (and finish three games down)? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

If you guys trot out the same stinking starting rotation and bullpen you trotted out this year, I'll find another team to root for*.



*Yes, I'm bluffing, but damn ... two years in a row?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Today ...

... I am a Cubs fan.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

My Metropolitans ...

... suck. Which makes Mr. Met sad. I don't like it when Mr. Met is sad.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Another Metropolitan ...

... to eventually be enshrined in the Baseball Hall of Fame?

Former Mets catcher, Mike Piazza retired today.
But I have to say that my time with the Mets wouldn’t have been the same without the greatest fans in the world. One of the hardest moments of my career, was walking off the field at Shea Stadium and saying goodbye. My relationship with you made my time in New York the happiest of my career and for that, I will always be grateful.
Bold emphasis mine, which means hopefully he'll go into the HoF as a Metropolitan, which will double the total number of Metropolitan representatives in the HoF. Especially since the HoF screwed Mets fans when they slapped an Expos cap on Gary Carter's plaque.

At any rate, thanks for the memories Mike.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I'm a baseball fan ...

... but Todd Jones is a nincompoop. This is what sticks in my craw.
You’ve stuck around long enough to figure out that your career is not about you; it’s about your teammates and how you leave the game. If somehow you made it better for somebody, you’ve done your job.
I guess when one makes $7,000,000 for playing a game, one can afford to say that. Then again, maybe that "somebody" he's talking about is himself.