“Dear Roger Clemens: Let me offer my hearty congratulations on starting the All-Star Game. Wow, that is really terrific. I’d like to note, however, that I hate you. Also: You are fat. They say you’ve got this hard-core training regimen, with calisthenics and whatnot. I’m not seeing it. You’re wicked fat.” Slate‘s Seth Stevenson exercises (and exorcises) his contempt for the Rocket.
Tag: Red Sox
Chilling with Schilling.
My old friend Seth Stevenson discusses Curt Schilling and the Sons of Sam Horn. I’m not even much of a Sox fan, and I’ve been known to lurk on SOSH…It’s a funny place.
Season’s Change.
On the eve of the 2003-04 season, the NBA announces its upcoming realignment (the upshot is six divisions, with New Orleans relocated to the West to make room for the Charlotte Bobcats.) To my mind, the NBA can’t start soon enough…especially after Thursday’s baseball misery. Count me among the vast majority of Americans who (a) thinks Grady Little is an idiot (b) prefers this early Post editorial to all other ALCS post-mortems, and (c) will not be watching a Yankees-Marlins series.
A Plea for Beantown.
My friend (and inveterate Boston fan) Seth Stevenson makes the case for the Sox over the Cubs in the battle of underdogs.
October Surprise.
Congrats to the Red Sox on their comeback win over the Chokeland A’s last night (and to the Cubs for breaking their 95-year losing streak the night previously.) As y’all know, I don’t normally talk baseball in this space, but Sox-Yankees is one of the classic rivalries in sports. And just in case anyone got the wrong idea from my love for the Knicks, I think Yankee fans are Laker fans are 90’s Cowboys fans are Jordan-era Bulls fans are Man. U fans…i.e, some of the most aggravating, bandwagon-jumping, fair-weather-only hordes in all of sportsdom. Go BoSox all the way. Update: Speaking of the Lake Show, Phil Jackson hints at signing Jordan to replace Kobe for the duration of his trial. Ugh…how bad would that be?