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Commiserating with the Commishes

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Editor’s Note: The following is a fictional account of events from earlier this week…

…Or is it?

LaGuardia Airport, New York

***NBA commissioner David Stern is seated at an empty shoeshine stand reading a newspaper when NFL commissioner Roger Goodell walks by.***

 

GOODELL: “David? David, is that you?”

 

STERN: “Hey Roger. Are you in-bound or out-bound?”

 

GOODELL: “Just in from Virginia. The dog-thing. How about you?”

 

STERN: “I had that press conference the other day. Been talking to lawyers since.”

 

GOODELL: “I know what you mean. I thought the shooting in Vegas was bad—“

 

STERN: “—At one of my events, no less.”

 

GOODELL: “Well, that was embarrassing for both of us, but this dog situation is an utter disaster. PETA is relentless. Shoot a guy and nobody bats an eye. Wager on some dogs in a pit fight and the soccer moms form a bloodthirsty mob.”

 

STERN: “Uh-oh. Guess who’s here…”

 

SELIG: “Gentlemen.” ***MLB acting-commissioner approaches and takes a seat next to Stern*** “Why the long faces?”

 

GOODELL: “Greetings, Allan. Aren’t you supposed to be in San Francisco for when Mr. Personality breaks your prestigious record?”

 

SELIG: “If the human bobblehead hits #756, my people have instructions to prop up a cardboard cutout of me in the owner’s suite.”

 

STERN: “It’s not as though anyone could tell the difference.”

 

SELIG: “Hey, it ain’t easy cultivating this image as a curmudgeon.”

 

GOODELL: “Regardless, you’re in an especially chipper mood. You finally get that salary cap of which you’ve been dreaming?”

 

SELIG: “Haha, guys. We’ll get that cap someday. We’ll probably go after it when Big George gives up the ghost. In the meantime, your leagues seem to be the hot topics on the airwaves and neither of you are even in-season. Between gunplay and dogs,” ***Goodell winces*** “…and suspect officials,” ***Stern groans*** “…well, you haven’t seen BALCO in the headlines for a few days.”

 

STERN: “That crooked ref could have happened to any of us. Honestly, I was sure Roger would be dealing with this first.”

 

GOODELL: “Pardon me?”

 

SELIG: “He’s right, Roger. We both were sure the NFL would be the first to be fixing games.”

 

GOODELL: “I rule with an iron first and our officials have integrity in spades.”

 

STERN: “I used to believe the same thing. Then…”

 

SELIG: “Don’t feel too bad there Dave. When the Feds get through with that bozo, all of our officials will feel their colons pucker when they get within a mile of sportsbook.”

 

GOODELL: “He’s right, David. When the Federals gets involved, it’s “game over” for those that have drawn their ire. I believe a certain quarterback has played his last game.”

 

SELIG: “I’m sure he’ll get to scramble around in a pickup game or two around the prison yard.”

 

GOODELL: “Doubtful. He’ll surely be attempting to avoid 300-pound behemoths, but it will be in snug confines of a cell. The place they’ll be sending him won’t be the country club they sent ol’ Martha Stewart. He’s going to one of the dreadful ones nobody talks about.”

 

SELIG: “What about Donkey Kong?”

 

STERN: “You mean ‘Pacman’.”

 

SELIG: “Whatever. Where’s he going?”

 

GOODELL: “Likely nowhere. To paraphrase those awful commercials, what happened in Vegas will probably stay in Vegas. Local prosecutors don’t swing quite the big stick mister ‘Ron Mexico’ is facing. I’ll wager the ‘Pacman’ is back in camp a year from now.”

 

STERN: “Once my mess is settled, I’ll bet we never hear from my little problem again.”

 

SELIG: “You think the mob will take care of him?”

 

STERN: “Naw. He’ll get witness protection. He’ll end up officiating high school games in Podunk nowhere and collecting a government stipend to stay ethereal.”

 

GOODELL: “It could be worse. You could be him.” ***Goodell nods his head toward NHL commissioner Gary Bettman heading their way with a cup of coffee.

 

BETTMAN: ***Handing the coffee to Stern*** “Here you go, David.”

 

SELIG: “I see you’re still fetching java for your former boss. Old habits die hard for you, Gary?”

 

BETTMAN: “Don’t you have a steroids scandal to ignore?”

 

GOODELL: “Don’t you have a fanbase to ignore?”

 

BETTMAN: “Ha. Good one, Roger. Pick on the guy in fourth place.”

 

STERN: “Fourth?”

 

BETTMAN: “Et tu, David?”

 

GOODELL: “Last I checked, you need to have a television contract to be considered a significant sport.”

 

BETTMAN: “We have a contract.” ***Goodell, Stern and Selig chuckle and guffaw***

 

SELIG: “He’s right, guys. They’ve got their ‘Game of the Week’ sandwiched between a fishing show and cycling.”

 

GOODELL: “If I recall, didn’t NBC cut away from one of your playoff games for a horseracing pre-show?”

 

BETTMAN: “They continued coverage in the two cities involved in the game.”

 

STERN: “So the audience dropped from zero to nothing.” ***More giggles from Stern, Selig and Goodell***

 

BETTMAN: ***Pleading*** “David, please.”

 

STERN: “I’m sorry, Gary. I just forgot how much I loved having you around to play the foil. I guess old habits really do die hard.”

 

***The conversation is interrupted when NASCAR CEO Brian France and MLS commissioner Don Garber walk by***

 

GARBER: “Hey, Dave, Bud, Roger, nice to see you guys.”

 

FRANCE: “The last time we saw you three together was at that ESPN soiree. That was one great party.”

 

BETTMAN: “ESPN?”

 

STERN: “The ‘worldwide leader’ had an event for all of the leagues it has contracts with.”

 

SELIG: “The NHL wasn’t on the guest list.”

 

BETTMAN: “Even NASCAR and soccer are on the big network?”

 

SELIG: “That drops your guys down to sixth.”

 

BETTMAN: “Sixth?”

 

FRANCE: “Hey, Dave, do the imitation of that annoying-whiney guy that used to work for you.”

 

BETTMAN: “David!”

 

FRANCE: “That’s it! You know him too?”

 

STERN: ***Changing the subject*** “Brian, Don, we’ll have to catch-up with you another time.”

 

SELIG: ***Looking around*** “Where is the shoeshine boy? I’ve got a plane to catch.”

 

GOODELL: ***Pointing to a scuff on his own shoe*** “Good idea, Allan. My wingtips could use a good shine.”

 

SELIG: ***Noticing Bettman rolling up his sleeves and starting to add polish to a brush before turning his attention to Stern’s shoes*** “Good grief, Gary. You don’t work for Dave anymore. You’re a commissioner of a major leag–, err, well, you’re a commissioner now. You can pay someone to shine your shoes–”

 

STERN: ***Interrupting*** “Bud, you don’t understand…”

 

SELIG: “I understand plenty. Niche sport or not, he doesn’t have to keep sucking up to you.”

 

GOODELL: “He’s right, David. The incessant tending to your every need is quite demeaning.”

 

STERN: “Gentlemen, you don’t understand. This…” ***Indicating the shoeshine stand*** “…Is Gary’s job in the off-season.”

 

GOODELL: “Oh dear.”

 

SELIG: “Ouch.”

 

STERN: “You know, I was feeling pretty down this week but after looking at how things could be,” ***Stern, Selig and Goodell stare at Bettman working diligently at shining his shoes*** “…we really don’t have it that bad.”

 

SELIG: “Steroids or not, baseball’s ratings are up.”

 

GOODELL: “We’re more popular than ever. Some even talk of the NFL as the ‘national pastime’.” ***Selig glares at Goodell***

 

BETTMAN: “I hate you guys.”

 

**************

 

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Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

Monday, July 16th, 2007

It’s Sunday afternoon and the family has already logged a busy morning at the zoo. We’re home. The kid is napping. The wife is too. Time for a little Tiger baseball as they play a late afternoon game against the Seattle Mariners. Yippee skippy!

3:58 – I’m fortunate enough to have dodged the dreaded pre-game show. Baseball is a slow enough sport to make pre-game shows superfluous. If the announcers can’t tell me whatever back story necessary in the three hours we’ll be sharing, well, then it probably wasn’t that important to begin with.

4:01 – The FSN Detroit feed of the game with Mario Impemba and Rod Allen bringing us the action. It’s the fourth game of the series with the Tigers needing a win to get the split.

Justin Verlander is on the mound for Detroit. Seattle counters with former-Tiger Jeff Weaver, the same Weaver that carved-up the Tigers in October during the World Series.

4:07 – I’m already feeling groggy. Maybe the zoo took a little more out of me than I had originally thought.

4:10 – First pitch from Weaver is a ball. The second pitch was popped into centerfield for a single by Granderson. There’s the type of pitching Seattle has come to expect from Weaver.

4:11 – Thames grounds into a double play.

4:13 – Gary “Mr. Controversy” Sheffield pops out. Bring on Verlander.

4:15 – Ichiro is 1-for-12 since landing his big $90 million contract. (As fast as I could type that, he slapped a single down the third base line. Looks like I’m not getting a no-hitter today.)

Ivan Rodriguez has the day off (and considering Pudge has a suspension looming, I’m surprised he’s not serving it today). With a rookie behind the plate and a double play magnet like Jose Vidro batting, I expect Ichiro to be on the move.

4:19 – One weakness of Tiger pitchers this year has been high pitch counts. Vidro battled and eventually punched a single between first and second. Men on the corners with no outs.

4:22 – If a laptop wasn’t resting on me, I would probably be unconscious already.

4:23 – 99-mph heat in the dirt… and through the catcher’s wickets. Ichiro scores from third and the batter advanced to first on ball four. First and second, no outs, 1-0 Seattle.

I watch a lot of games on the MLB Extra Innings package and I’ve come to notice the less talent on the field, the more likely the cameramen are to find “talent” in the stands. Got a couple of blonde bimbos sharing one of those giant frozen daiquiris? A Kansas City cameraman will eyeing them. Prefer your ladies a bit more on the mature side? Check out the Tampa Bay Rays feed. “What’s up, silver fox?”

4:27 – Verlander just topped 100-mph and got his second strikeout. Unfortunately, he’s flirting with a 30-pitch count. Three Ks on 30 pitches.

4:32 – Mario Impemba keeps mentioning the lousy numbers each Tiger has put up in this series. I’m convinced this is all an attempt to change the luck of the hitters much the way they might bring up a shutout or no-hitter repeatedly to jinx an opponent.

4:36 – If I put down the computer for just a little while and rested my eyes…
(I put down the laptop for no more than fifteen seconds when the phone rang. So much for catching a catnap.)

4:40 – One advantage to watching out-of-town feeds: better commercials. My favorites are the Jack in the Box commercials from the west coast games. Just fun stuff all around.

4:45 – Second and third with one out in the bottom of the second and Ichiro at the plate. Verlander is struggling mightly.
Groundout to the right side and an RBI for Ichiro. 2-0 Seattle.
The Japanese speed-eater is doing Coors Light commercials? Really? How many times did he have to practice saying “Coors Light” so his accent wouldn’t ruin the moment? (It came through anyway making it the best part of the whole commercial.)

4:53 – Sleepy again. A couple of cats are dozing at my feet. It’s like they suck the life directly from you.

4:54 – The train passes through the backside of Safeco Field. The whistle is loud. Jarring. It’s as if everyone is conspiring at once to make me tired and yet deny me rest.

4:56 – Grandy candy as Curtis Granderson laces a two-out single to centerfield. Fifty-four extra-base hits so far for the young centerfielder. And then he steals second and scores on a single to left. 2-1 Seattle. Credit Granderson for getting on base, into scoring position and hustling home on the hit. The Tigers can expect to pay dearly when it comes time to extend Grandy’s contract.

5:02 – Sheffield pokes a single and Marcus Thames scoots over to third.

5:04 – Jeff Weaver versus the MLB leader with runners in scoring position, Magglio Ordonez. Seattle fans can already taste the bile in their throats.

5:08 – A long at-bat ends in a walk. Bases loaded for former-Mariner Carlos Guillen.

5:11 – Flyout to Ichiro in center. Weaver wiggles off the hook and Seattle fans collectively exhale.

5:15 – Seattle goes down 1-2-3. Looks like Verly is back on track and Weaver is headed back to the mound after an all-too-brief rest. Bring on the antacids for those attending the game.

5:17 – Another train.

5:18 – A four-pitch walk to Sean Casey. Weaver is up to sixty-six pitches in the fourth.

I can’t believe I witnessed it. Maybe the only thing rarer than a no-hitter is the Sean Casey stolen base. The guy who runs like he’s carrying a piano on his back just swiped second. The Mariner catcher is in disbelief. Rod Allen is guffawing quite audibly.

5:21 – Weaver plunks the batter. Men on first and second with no outs. Rolaids and Tums are making their rounds in the stands.

5:27 – Living on borrowed time, Weaver fools Brandon Inge on a fastball and induces a flyout from Omar Infante.

5:28 – Granderson smokes a two-out double scoring peg-legged Casey. Game tied at two apiece.

5:30 – Marcus Thames hits a BOMB to left. 5-2 Detroit. On the replay, the catcher’s target was at least eight inches lower than where the ball ended up.

5:31 – Sheffield doubles to the left-center gap. Even with mouthfuls of antacids, Seattle fans are still managing to boo.

5:32 – A Magglio groundout ends the inning. I give Weaver a one-in-five chance of coming back out for the fifth. If Verlander works quickly, the Tigers could be a stranglehold on the game if the Mariners can’t warm-up a reliever in time.

5:36 – Another quick 1-2-3 inning for Verlander. There’s no way Weaver survives the next inning.

5:39 – By my rough calculations, Weaver has been pitching for roughly 40 of the last 50 minutes. With an 88-pitch count, Weaver is desperate for a quick inning. A single by Sean “The Gazelle” Casey spoils that.

5:43 – Action in the Mariner bullpen.

5:45 – Brandon Inge struckout again? No way. 5-2 Detroit heading into the bottom of the fifth. Weaver survives but he’s flirting with 100 pitches.

5:49 – Verlander just plunked Ichiro on the knee with a 96-mph pitch. Ichiro is a centerpiece on my league-leading fantasy baseball team. I just vomited all over myself.

5:58 – A wild pitch scores and Ichiro hobbles down to second then gets replaced by the Mariners manager. I’m woozy. Verlander gets a strikeout to escape the inning. 5-3 Detroit.

6:00 – Seattle must be desperate to rest their bullpen because they’re running Weaver back out to the mound. Leadoff single to Infante. 3-for-3 Granderson to the plate.

6:04 – Infante to third on a passed ball. Full count on Granderson. A walk and a call to the bullpen. Weaver is out of the game after 112 pitches, leaving men on the corners and no outs. Go ahead and pencil-in his name as the losing pitcher.

6:07 – Long day at the zoo or not, my little girl is still napping. I’m afraid to wake her (and effectively torpedo my writing efforts) but if I don’t, she’ll never get to sleep tonight.

6:14 – Two runs have scored – the second on an Ordonez sac fly – but I’ve got a nineteen-month old sidekick in need of a new diaper and my laptop is the most fascinating object in a room chock full of toys.

6:22 – 8-3 Detroit and I don’t know how. Mario said Sheffield stole home. (I’m glad I didn’t miss anything important as I was making dinner plans while my wife was watering the garden. It’s not as though I’ve spent the last two hours doing anything.)

Moral of the story: Don’t ever get married. Ever.

6:25 – Bottom of the sixth and Verlander just lobbed a vicious breaking ball for a strikeout. Considering how badly he struggled in the first inning, Verly looks like he might be able to go the distance. At the very least, it will be the slop relievers mopping up this mess before the Tigers head to the airport and the twin cities.

6:28 – Headed to the seventh. Now I’m not only trying to keep this article moving forward, I’m also going to attempt cooking dinner on the grill outside. (I’ll effectively do neither.)

6:35 – The grill is warming. Infante just popped a dinger. Granderson strikes out. 9-3 Detroit at the stretch.

6:43 – Here’s a little tidbit for those of you unaccustomed to cooking for a family. Need a sidedish in a hurry? Keep your pantry stocked with those 10-minute rice dishes, a couple cans of chicken broth and a freezer with a few bags of frozen vegetables. Tonight my family will be dining on grilled brats and chicken sesame rice with a bit of diced onion and okra. (That’s right, daddy rolls with okra and boxed foods. I’m the male version of Sandra Lee. My next article will include tips on how to improve all your window treatments around the house.) 9-4 heading into the eighth. Verlander’s probably not coming back for the bottom of the inning, a victim of too many pitches thrown early in the game.

6:53 – Magglio Ordonez clubs a two-run homer. 11-4 Detroit. I think the players on both the Tiger and Mariner rosters agree with me; let’s just go through the motions and get this one wrapped up.

7:00 – Five, maybe ten minutes until dinner. Verlander is out of the game. Bring on the bullpen fodder. I’m sure manager Jim Leyland instructed them to throw strikes and the Mariner manager has instructed his players to swing away. One way or another, this game is going to end.
And soon.

7:01 – 11-4 Tigers through eight.

7:09 – Even the home plate umpire wants to go home. He called a strike on a pitch above the letters on Granderson. Grandy ends his day 3-for-5 with a walk. Not bad.

7:18 – Two on, no out. C’mon, let’s call it a day already.

7:21 – Sac fly to make it 11-5 with two outs.

7:21:30 – Jose Guillen moonshot a ball to the upper deck in left. 11-7.

7:23 – Error by Infante at second. The game continues.

7:25 – Brandon Inge made what has to be his fifth or sixth great defensive play of the series to rob a Mariner of a basehit. Game over. Five steals and three homeruns for the visitors was the difference. Bring on the Twinkies.

Three hours and fifteen minutes for a game that felt a lot longer. My family has been eating without daddy and my lovely wife is beginning showing some frustration. Not everyone is a fan of Canon Fodder, even in my own house. For what began as a lazy afternoon has ended up being a test my prowess as a writer and a parent. And as a bonus, I get to head to my 9-to-5 tomorrow and plough through another monotonous week. Yippee.

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Yawning Through the Break

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

With the three most boring days of the year behind us, I’ll throw a few observations from the All-Star Break while I rub the sleep from my eyes.

Barry Bonds didn’t participate in the Home Run Derby.
The soon-to-be homerun king couldn’t bring himself to put on a power display for his hometown fans. There’s only one city in all of MLB that supports the human bobblehead and he turned his back on ‘em. Thanks for the last-minute surge of votes to get me into the game. I’ll be in the dugout. Though I would be tempted to skip the whole event if I were a player, to be in Bonds’ position and sit on the sidelines is just short of ‘flipping the bird’ to the fans. Don’t buy into any of the excuses (he played in the game on Tuesday), the only reason Bonds didn’t participate is because people wanted him to. And heaven forbid Mr. Bobblehead play any role other than the antagonist.

The Home Run Derby ran long on ESPN.
The event was scheduled for a two-hour window on the “worldwide leader”. I set my DVR to record it. When the time came to sit down and watch the derby for the purposes of a Canon Fodder article, I came to realize more than an hour was missing. I’ll join the chorus of boo birds calling for the derby to be reformatted into a less time-consuming ordeal. (Frankly, Selig and Co. can scrap the whole thing and I won’t miss a wink of sleep.)

But what really bothered me was the fact my DVR isn’t smart enough to realize the show wasn’t over when it stopped recording. I realized there are options to make it continue recording beyond the program’s scheduled time, but they keep telling me this is smart technology. We can put a man on the moon but we can’t get a DVR to realize a game is going past ten o’clock? Try recording a hockey game and realizing the DVR cutoff prior to overtime. Watch three hours of programming to have the last five minutes disappear and you’ll have a whole new type of “shootout” take place right in your own living room.

Ichiro hit an inside-the-park homerun en route to the All-Star MVP award.
That was quite a fortuitous bounce off the extra advertising MLB cluttered all over the outfield wall. I hope one of the MLB suits noticed the impact that banner had on the game. Were this to happen during a post-season instead of an exhibition game – and it proved to be the difference on the scoreboard – MLB might have a near riot on their hands.

On the bright side, Ichiro has been scorching hot through the first half of his contract walk year. Rumors have begun circulating of a $20 million per year deal on the table from the Mariners. The announcement is likely to come on Friday. Ichiro’s no longer playing for free-agent money? Time to trade him off my fantasy team.

St. Louis Cardinal Albert Pujols was upset at not being put into the game.
The best part of this debacle is how the guy calling the shots for the NL team was Tony LaRussa – Pujols’ own manager. Pujols complained saying, “…if I wasn’t expecting myself to play, I wouldn’t have come up here. I’d rather stay home with my family.” Considering the guy is getting paid $13 million this year, got a free trip to San Francisco and all the perks associated with playing – or in this case, not playing – in the All-Star game, and the only cost was three days away from his family, you can excuse me if I don’t breakout the weepy violins. And Pujols apparently feels three days away from the wife and kids to carouse with baseball’s elite was too much to pay… unless he got one at-bat in the game. It looks like Albert could use a little perspective. At least his family has learned exactly what they’re worth to him.

Just how awful was the Fox broadcast team?
I applaud Fox for their dedication to covering sports on the local level but their “A” baseball crew is horrible. Kevin Kennedy and Ken Rosenthal are great and too seldom used. Joe Buck is good, but he’s not Jack Buck. Then there’s the rest of the broadcast team. (And I use the term “team” very loosely.) Tim McCarver?! Worst. Color. Analyst. Ever. Ever. And everything centers around Jeanne Zelasko. Words just can’t appropriately describe her impact on sports broadcasting. She’s beyond brutal. I stab the clicker’s mute button as soon as her massive coiffure appears. Jeanne isn’t bad on the eyes but once the gums start flapping, well, you’ve been forewarned.

Short and sweet this evening. Baseball is back in action on Thursday. I still haven’t touched on whatever tennis tournament I was ignoring last weekend. The NBA free-agent signing period got rolling with a horrible contract being awarded in Orlando. NHL free-agency has been a disaster for a few teams, not that anyone watches the NHL so almost nobody has noticed. Lots of stuff to discuss so we’ll probably be all over the place on Friday. Or maybe I’ll crank out a diary of the Tigers-Mariners tilt tonight. (Luckily, the game doesn’t start until after my little girl’s bedtime so premature DVR cutoff won’t torpedo another article.)

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