Monday, October 31, 2005

Is there anything left to say?

The Lions suck! They suck! They absolutely positively blow!!!!!!!!!That was the most pitiful performance I have ever seen--and that includes the 1980 Saints, the 2003 Tigers, the 1972-73 Sixers, the 1962 Mets. Horrible. Pathetic. Disgusting. Embarassing.

Now what, Mooooooooooooooch. Mr. Brilliant West Coast Guy. Mr. "All I need is to get someone to run the offense the way I want it run" Guy. Your offense blows. Your QB savior is a putz with a capital P. Not once, but twice does he do something absolutely moronic!!!!!!!!!

And don't give me the injury card. If he was too hurt to play, he shouldn't have been out there. If he was too groggy from getting knocked silly that he couldn't make good decisions, then Joey should've been brought in...

Pathetic. Disgusting. I'll be back next week.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

The Thrill is Gone

So I disappear to work for Uncle Sam and Big Brother, and I return to find that the blogger world has changed. Now, my comment space is being invaded by Blammer, that vile disgusting junk that is overtaking a forum for exchange of sports talk. Posts are cluttered with puny attempts by others to get my 2 loyal readers to click on their links to nowhere.

How will my faithful readers hear about how I accurately recalled the date of the replay of George Brett's famous pine tar game? Or about our fascination with hemorrhoids? We were engaged in a discussion about the 10 biggest blowups in sports, and George Brett's face when he came storming out of the dugout at Yankee Stadium. The gang debated the year of the episode. I initially stated August 18th, 1983, then modified that to be the date of the completion of the game. See this link for more:

Dates and times have meaning...they provide context for history. Every time I hear the radio replay of Jon Miller calling the Jeffrey Maier stolen HR, it brings tears to my eyes. After all, at that moment, while Tony Tarasco was arguing, and Richie Garcia was making "a terrible call," my wife was 7 cm dilated with what was soon to be our first child! Sports memories are intertwined with life events, as well as history. Who doesn't recall the O.J. chase during Game 3 of the 1994 NBA Finals? Or the 1981 NCAA Championship won by Isiah Thomas and the Indiana Hoosiers on the night President Reagan was shot?

Life goes on, and sports provide moments, much as a map provides rest areas, when we can catch our breath, look at our body of work, and remember who we are, and where we are going. It allows us to celebrate thos who protect us, and be grateful for the lives we lead.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Out from under the covers...

After starting a new job working for big brother, I have decided it is safe to resume my commentary on life, sports, and Detroit. I must let my 3 readers know that I will not be able to access or respond to comments on the blog in realtime. Unless it is a gov't holiday (like today, whopee!), I am first able to read and/or post in the late evening hours. This may take some of the fun (of the back and forth) out of our dialogue, and I understand if some of you choose to shmooze elswhere.

I'll still be here wondering if the Tigers will finally get that big bopper, if Jim Leyland will last a full season, if Mooch will be fired and resurface at MSU, if Stanton will graduate and become the Lions new QB, if the Pistons will make it past the 1st round, and if the Wings will do anything meaningful this year.

Oh, and don't forget: Super Bowl XL is here, and our 1st place Lions have no shot to be the first to host.