What a wasted weekend...
The latest local weather reports for most of Massachusetts have us getting up to a foot of rain from the beginning of the day last Friday through the end of the day tomorrow, with the distinct possibility of rain continuing on through the end of the week. To put that in perspective, the average conversion of rain to snow is 1 inch of rain = 1 foot of snow, so had this storm hit three months ago, I would probably be under 10-12 feet of snow right now.
I suppose it’s better to be rain. It just makes the whole weekend a complete waste. The Red Sox haven’t played a game since the 6th inning of a 6-inning wash-out loss to the Rangers on Friday night, and with a short road trip to
Unfortunately nothing else of note is happening in the sports scene. I lost interest in the Stanley Cup playoffs, though I would love to see the Sharks win it all behind League & Playoff MVP – and former Bruins captain – Joe Thornton, just to prove that it was a bad trade. And the NBA playoffs… well, I’ve made my feelings known on that subject in this space many, many times. Wake me up when the Pistons win it all... So that leaves me with only one thing to really write about…
Quick Thoughts while sitting through yet another day of rain in
n I came to really scary realization this past Friday while driving around to find my new doctor’s office for an MRI on my knee… I actually know my way around downtown
n Alright, I’m ready to admit it… this just might be the year that the Detroit Tigers prove me wrong. And in a nice bit of Revisionist History, let me just say, for the record, that I began my AL Central Preview with the Tigers finishing the year in second place, one game ahead of the Indians, five ahead of the Twins, and ten games behind Chicago. File this one under “things I thought but never actually wrote down...”
n Of course, I’m also the same guy who said that the best-case scenario for the
n So far this season, this has been, by far, my best showing ever in Fantasy Baseball. I am in three leagues, and am no worse than second in any of them. I credit solid drafting, good scouting, and a little waiver wire magic (Dave Roberts… thank God for his legs and ability to swipe like three bases ever game). Not to mention that in two of my leagues, everyone else apparently forgot that Curt Schilling was returning to the top of the Red Sox’ rotation, letting me draft him in the fourth and seventh rounds, in the same class of players as people like Travis Hafner and Paul Konerko (4th round) or Mark Buehrle and Julio Lugo (7th round)… Now, does anybody have a piece of plywood the size of
n Since this is my first post since the NFL Draft (I know I said I’d try to post either just before or during the draft itself, but I got slightly sidetracked that day) let me just say this – it is a pleasure, really an absolute joy, to have 80-year old Marv Levy at the helm of one of the Patriots’ AFC East divisional opponents. I don’t think that as a football fan I could really ask for anything more than that. When your favorite team only has three opponents in the division, and one of those three is led by a completely incompetent man who has seen the game pass him by, I mean, is there anything better?
n Plus, the Patriots share a division with the Jets! I mean, it’s like they’re guaranteed four wins a year… Now if only someone could find a way to let Ricky Williams back into the league with
n Actually, in all seriousness, I was able to watch the first and most of the second round of the draft. This is a quick recap of what I saw:
o The Jets had a decent showing, though I still don’t know how they didn’t move up through
o I just glad that Charlie Casserly apparently is a fan of my page here and listened to what I’ve been saying all along – Houston didn’t need a running-back, they didn’t need a quarterback, they needed help on the lines. Although they probably didn’t need to take a D-Lineman #1 overall, they got better in a hurry. Their best bet would have been a move down the draft board, maybe with
o The Dallas Cowboys are going to be the biggest soap opera in the NFL since, well, The Dallas Cowboys. Between Parcells’ press conferences, Vanderjagt’s complaints, T.O.’s sit-ups, and Drew Bledsoe’s blank stares after yet another horrific interception, they might be the most entertaining team in the NFL this season. In fact, I am hugely disappointed that the Cowboys won’t be playing the Patriots this season, if only to watch T.O. go over the middle and get lit-up by Rodney Harrison. Something tells me I’ll see enough of that on October 8th, when the Cowboys are in Philly.
o Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t address the Patriots’ draft. They did what they always do in the first round – shocked just about everyone who follows the team by drafting someone that no one expected. Laurence Maroney, while an absolutely great college runningback, was projected by some analysts as a late second-rounder, at best, while Chad Jackson was expected to be the first wide receiver chosen, and certainly was supposed to be off the board before the end of the first round. Naturally, the pats grabbed Maroney at #21 overall, then traded up to get
n People wonder why I hate the NBA. Let me give you a quick story that should sum up my feelings effectively. Last Friday, May 5th, I turned on game six between the Cavs and Wizards. Helluva game, from everything I’ve heard/read. I turned it on at 10:36PM, with 23.3 seconds left in regulation, a 102-101 score, and each team holding a full and a :20 timeout. After a ridiculous 30-foot 3-pointer from Gilbert Arenas tied the game and sent it to overtime, I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. 10:56 PM. A full twenty minutes to play out twenty-three and a half seconds of basketball. There was no shot clock for the entire time I watched the game. I’m sorry – don’t care how captivating the game is, how many unbelievable shots might be made (and the Arenas 3 was pretty sick), or what superstar players might be involved – I’m not sitting through a five minute overtime period that probably took two hours to complete. I just don’t care enough.
n Of course, somehow I can make it through a 4+ hour Red Sox / Yankees game this past weekend. Now that’s captivating…
Finally, it’s Mother’s Day today. After putting up with me and forty of my closest friends at last week’s DBQ ’06 (no pictures guys… I’m very disappointed…) I’ve decided to thank my mother by buying her a card, giving her a couple gifts, and just letting her relax for the entire day. No grilling, no potato salad, no piles and piles of garbage to look at afterwards, just a nice relaxing day to herself.
At least it’s a beautiful, sunny day out…
Start gathering animals in pairs people!
Lata.
posted by Big D @ 11:24 AM
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