Friday, May 20, 2011

Trust Me, It Always Turns Out For The Worst

Interleague's back, and sure enough here are plenty of whiners - players, managers, fans who say it stinks. Who wants to see the Tigers play the Pirates? What's better, that or the watching the Pirates play the Nationals? Or the Pirates play anyone for that matter? I think it's cool. Yankees/Mets.  Red Sox vs. Cubs for the first time since 1918, the year of the Great Influenza that wiped out 50 million worldwide.

We even have the Rangers facing the Phillies where Cliff Lee gets to pitch against the team he never wanted to be with to begin with. And a classic Florida match up between the Rays and Marlins, guaranteed to draw absolutely no one.

But with so many Stone Agers still roaming our streets, the baseball gods will eventually kill off inter league play just like they'll kill off the dh and revert back to having pitchers bat. Just what the game needs - pitchers who don't know which end of the bat to use taking three quick strikes (sorry CC Sabathia, you're the exception not the rule). Sure, we'd rather see that than Vlad have a 3-2 bases loaded showdown against Beckett.

Things seem to have calmed down a bit in Yankee-land. Jorge Posada started at first and walked twice and doubled. But you know that's a fluke. You don't regain bat speed when you're 39 and he's not going to be teaching Mark Teixeria any fancy footwork moves at first.

So where do you put Jorge? In the YES Network broadcasting booth of course. But he's apparently delusional to the point of no return. Which means that unless Ponce de Leon comes back to life and throws Jorge head first into the fountain of youth, Posada's exit from The House That Jeter Built will be as ugly as the day the Yankees ended Phil Rizzuto's playing career midway through the 1957 season.

I'll admit the most I know about the sports of cycling is the 1,300 miles I rode around my block in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn one summer when I was a kid (three tenths of a mile for each trip). 

That being said, I never believed any man could win seven Tour de France titles like Lance Armstrong without taking something he shouldn't have. And I'm not a doctor either. But when Armstrong developed testicular cancer, a bell went off in my head. Let's see, bike rider, lots of pressure on the you-know-whats on the bicycle seat, testicular cancer, accusations from several people who say they saw him do what they did themselves - inject himself with performance enhancing drugs. Duh!

But leave it to human brain to see and believe what it wants. So of course, Armstrong will never get nailed while others, like Tyler Hamilton have to give back their gold medal.

So much bad stuff for one day. Time for a coffee. They say it prevents diabetes. The again, they also say it elevates bad cholesterol. And raises blood pressure and quickens calcium loss.

Make it a double!

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