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When you tip a waitress, you’re not forever known as The Waitress Tipper. When you ride the bus, people don’t deride you as The Bus Rider. So why should Randy Myers suffer a scarlet letter just because he got caught once punching a woman half his size? Trust your friendly neighborhood sportswriter (and GM) to sympathize.
Peter Gammons suffered a cerebral aneurysm on Tuesday. Here’s the bad, the good, and the slam at a peer.
Grimsley tried to lam, but they cheesed him, and now he’s fingering…half of MLB. We have an exclusive artist’s rendering of the primary suspect.
In which a basically anonymous sportswriter demonstrates that no, he has not read “Tuesdays With Morrie.”
I’m surprised it took this long to post a video of Rick Sutcliffe’s legally-impaired visit to the Padres’ broadcast booth, but here it is. The oddest part is, he doesn’t sound nearly as insane as he was portrayed in the media. (Maybe that’s a statement about some of the people I attend games with.) Kinda [...]
Baseball math: Beer-league umps + professional players + radio broadcaster already frustrated by team’s futility + dizzy bat race = good listening.
In which one of our favorite (rolling eyes) sportswriters expects to find sympathetic laughter at the expense of his favorite foil, but instead finds out only that he should keep his day job.
You learned how crazy opinion polls were when they all showed John Kerry winning the last election. Well, they’re just as wacky where the national pastime is concerned, as AOL took time away from sending out incredible offers for 15,956 hours of free internet to ask whether you think Barry Bonds is an upright citizen. Hey, maybe there’s money in that. Er, be right back…
Remember the heady days of Jimmy Carter, Chrysler K-cars and “who shot J.R.”? At least one sportswriter doesn’t, but hey, bands that sound like The Cure are in again, so why not?
With the season into its second week, we at Strikethree.com have noticed exactly zero incidents of players entering the stands in response to merciless taunting. This would indicate that you aren’t doing it right. In 1999, Hayes Bowman scribbled this classic Strikethree.com primer on the backs of various beer labels, and it holds true today.
Instead of playing “guess the meds” with Peter Gammons, you could be reading Michael Cox’s innermost thoughts. (We edited out the one about Kevin Federline and the Bad Music SWAT Team.)
They’re gonna stay on this story until…well, they’re gonna stay on this story. Here’s the good, the bad and the WTF.
In the same international spirit with which he nicks a title from Men Without Hats, Michael Cox picks a few nits with the WBC and wishes for the day when he never has to see Bud Selig present another trophy.
Remember 2003, when you were young, Clay Aiken was burning up the charts, and Roger Clemens was on the verge of retiring as a Yankee? Relive with us those halcyon days, when corking a bat was our greatest baseball scandal and we had just celebrated winning the Iraq War. (sigh) Good times.
Read Skip Bayless’ scathing indictment of Barry Bonds — but first, read fans’ scathing indictment of Skip Bayless (especially the comments) for a quick fix of pot. kettle. black.
The sports “journalism” world has its annual case of ‘roid rage, thanks to an impeccably-timed new book, and Michael Cox is getting kinda tired of this particular stuck 78 on the ol’ Victrola. It’s not the facts, it’s the fallout, which as usual hurts the fans more than it hurts anyone else.
Wherein you will find contrition, mea culpas like crazy, and then a treatise on how we’re so gonna rock. Michael Cox just wants to be loved…is that so wrong?
We saved the “Bad” part of “The Good, The Bad, and The Analysis” for last, because not only do his actions look even more idiotic now than they did back in 2003, but this guy is still running the show at the Hall of Fame. Michael Cox won’t forget, and neither should you.
People (and especially congressional subcommittees) often forget how good we’ve had it recently, baseball-wise. In 1998, Michael Cox penned this ode to recognizing what’s there, lest you decide to swear at it instead. The first in our flashback series, “The Good, The Bad, and The Prospect Analysis.”
Just when you thought it had all died down, The Controversy rears its mustachioed head, and the bubbleheads are again out in droves to tell you that they can tell a steroid user by the little muscular bump on the right side of the neck. Michael Cox is here to call a goiter a goiter, and to again suggest that Mr. Bean could do a better job as commissioner than Bud Selig.