Last Friday was a bleak day for the Baseball Hall of Fame. Earl Weaver and Stan Musial both died last Friday. One did not have to be an Orioles’ fan to realize that Weaver was an outstanding baseball manager. Stan Musial may just be the most underrated player in the Hall of Fame.
Rest in peace, Earl Weaver.
Rest in peace, Stan Musial.
Congratulations to the Baltimore Ravens and to the San Francisco 49ers. I look forward to watching you play in the Super Bowl in two weeks. Please excuse the fact that I will do my best to ignore any and all of the tedious and repetitious “stuff” that will be written about your upcoming game over the next two weeks. And for the record, I do not care even a little bit what Mom and Pop Harbaugh will be doing before, during and/or after the game.
I did not watch the Lance Armstrong/Oprah Winfrey confessional last week; I have only seen snippets of the interview and read all that I really want to read about it. In the instant that Armstrong admitted that he had been “doping” during his days as a champion cyclist, he rendered the rest of the conversation moot. Anyone who had followed the story for the last 15 years or so knew at that point that he had lied, violated the rules of the sport he participated in, threatened others who might reveal his perfidy and put forth a false image to the public. So, once you knew that instantly, why was the rest of the interview even interesting? Here are a couple of takeaways from this whole situation:
Lance Armstrong should be the President of one of the world’s Anti-Doping Agencies. None of them has ever had a testing regimen that caught him so he just might teach them a thing or three about how to run a testing program that actually works. Imagine having a set of drug-sleuths who actually were effective at catching drug cheats…
Who might be the best person to conduct the interview/confession for Oprah Winfrey wherein she reveals that she is a narcissist? Paging Barbara Walters…
Here is a comment from Scott Ostler in the SF Chronicle regarding this hopefully concluded matter:
“So glad I watched the Oprah interview. Next time I’m feeling like a low-life creepy guy, I will cue up that interview and feel a bit better about myself.
“On the liar scale, Armstrong makes Barry Bonds look like a guy who answers ‘Heck, no!’ when his wife asks, ‘Does this dress make me look fat?’ “
Meanwhile, the Manti Te’o saga marches on treating sports fans to the “news” equivalent of the Chinese water torture. Here is the way to end that bit of nonsense:
The “girlfriend” did not really die. Te’o made that up because he was too embarrassed to admit that she dropped him and then she eloped with DB Cooper to a remote part of the mountains in the Great Northwest where she and Cooper were married by Judge Crater in a simple ceremony with Bigfoot and Jimmy Hoffa as the witnesses.
Mike Bianchi of the Orlando Sentinel had an interesting way of looking at the imaginary girlfriend story:
“Now we know who was sitting in Clint Eastwood’s empty chair: It was Manti Te’o's girlfriend.”
I would have guessed that the St. Paul Saints of the American Association with Mike Veeck on board as part of the management team would be the team to capitalize on a Manti Te’o promotion for a game. However, the Florence (KY) Freedom of the Frontier League seems to have beaten the Saints to the punch. On 23 May, the Freedom will hold “Manti Te’o Girlfriend Bobblehead Night”:
The first 1000 fans will receive an empty box.
A section of the stadium will be set aside for people to sit with their imaginary girlfriends/boyfriends/spouses.
[Aside: I have no idea what the team might do with their “Kiss Cam” on that night, but if I were the camera operator(s), I would be very careful …]
Staying with the absurdity theme that seems to dominate much of today’s rant, Scott Ostler had these notes in the SF Chronicle recently about the IOC consideration of a new sport for the 2020 Olympic Games. Seriously, if the thread that ties many of these items together is absurdity, how long could I possibly hold out without including something about the Olympics?
“The IOC will hear presentations from seven sports and choose one for inclusion in the 2020 Olympics. Baseball/softball, karate, roller sports, squash, sport climbing, wakeboard and wushu.
“Why not just combine ‘em all into one sport?
“Wushu? That’s a martial art. Serious suggestion to IOC: Combine all martial arts (judo, karate, etc.) into one event. Let the competitors bring whatever kicks and holds and tricks they have, may the baddest man or woman win.”
Finally, here is a comment from Jay Leno regarding the moment when he realized that Lance Armstrong had to be using PEDs in the Tour de France:
“The year he won the race on the stationary bike.”
But don’t get me wrong, I love sports………