Friday, November 30, 2007
Friday Afternoon Three Dot Lounge
Posted by Dave Harrington at 1:07 PM 3 comments
Labels: Aaron Rodgers, Lee Hamilton, Padres
Thursday, November 29, 2007
DUDE, where's my links?
-Oregon takes on Oregon State this weekend in the traditional Civil War game. One man's cry: Bring back the Platypus Trophy! Sign the petition here.[The Oregonian]
-In light of the Patriots near loss last weekend, ESPN "anal cyst" Emmit Smith thinks he know how to beat them. The secret is a good running game and the ability "masturbate the ball down the feel." It's almost sad that this is funny. [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
-Adam Rank is THE Big West hoops blogger, and he recaps UCSB's upset of UNLV on Tuesday. That's right, Ole bitches, let the tortilla tossing and couch burning commence! [AOL FanHouse]
-Sean Taylor memorial t-shirts for sale, all proceeds donated to charity as specified by the Taylor family [Bucktown Tees]
-Both the Royals and Blue Jays will bring powder blue back to the diamond in the form of updated alternate uni's. I'm guessing this will eventually turn into a "Kurk Gems" topic. [Home Run Derby]
Thursday should be the new Friday.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 12:54 PM 0 comments
Labels: Gauchos, Sean Taylor
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Mommy, does Santa ever Ghost Ride?
George Steinbrenner, aka "The King of Del Boca Vista"
Closely Resembles: That rich uncle who drives an expensive douchbag sports car at the age of 50 and is on his 3rd hot wife. Yet every Christmas you get a card from Save-On with a $25 gift certificate to the Coffee Bean. And you TOLD him Starbucks was right next to your work. He is Scrooge meets Pacman Jones.
What to get: Anything you already have of value that is in it's orginal packaging. Take it to Barnes and Nobles and make the vounteer PTA mom wrap it for free. Fuck this guy.
Ted Turner aka "The ATL-ien"
Asking Santa for: Knowledge of the vast outer reaches of the universe and new life forms. These could be untapped markets for World Championship Wrestling and re-runs of The Nanny.
Owns: San Diego Padres, shady computer companies, hotels/developments that attract douchebags and Texans, Dave Winfield.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:06 AM 4 comments
Labels: Baseball
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
RIP Sean Taylor
Friends and family place flowers on the doorstep of the Taylor home in Palmetto Bay, Florida.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:03 AM 0 comments
Labels: Sean Taylor
Friday, November 23, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by Liz at 10:32 AM 0 comments
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Asterisk Era
The B man will probably never see the inside of a gray bar hotel, and honestly I don’t think he should. I am a baseball purist; if I didn’t root for an American League team and worship at the altar of David Ortiz, I would hate the designated hitter rule. I wish more pitchers went the full 9 innings and it bothers me when guys don’t run out ground balls. So naturally I can’t stand that so many guys did/do steroids, and used their help to break some of the most hallowed records in the game. But the thing is, more and more evidence is coming out that everyone was doing it. Juiced up hitters were being celebrated for slamming homeruns off juiced up pitchers who were being celebrated for somehow getting better after their 37th birthdays. In real life “everyone was doing it” isn’t an excuse, but in sports it almost is. If 80 percent of your opponents are using something to get an edge and you’re not …well, there’s a fine line between being noble and being a chump is all I'm saying.
Posted by Liz at 9:31 AM 2 comments
Labels: Baseball
Thursday, November 15, 2007
At Least Jake Can Win Something Post Season
Jake Peavy has officially unanimously won the CY Young award. This should really come as no surprise as he lead the NL in wins, ERA and strikeouts. Now, maybe next year, he can win a playoff game. That would be a pleasant surprise.
Posted by Red at 12:59 PM 3 comments
Labels: Padres
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Kakkoii!* But maybe not.
It was announced today that the 2008 MLB season will begin in Japan with a game between the Boston Red Sox and the Oakland A's at the Tokyo Dome. The part of me that loves the Olympics and went to all three San Diego games of the World Baseball Classic thinks this is a really cool idea. The part of me that doesn't want my team to start the season with two 13-hour flights kind of hates it. I've heard the players aren't too jazzed, but ballplayers whine about everything. I guess we'll just have to see.
*According to about.com, kakkoii means "cool" in Japanese. Apologies to any Japanese speakers if I'm wrong.
Posted by Liz at 1:05 PM 3 comments
Labels: Baseball
Monday, November 12, 2007
Boltin' the Colt .... in's
The other two citizens of Pink Hat Nation got the day off for Veteran’s Day (just another reason you should get a government or quasi-government job, kids) so I’ll take it upon my hard-laboring self to say, “YAY CHARGERS! TAKE THAT PEYTON MANNING!!”
Though the Patriots are my one true love when it comes to the NFL, I like to flirt with the Chargers since I’m living in their city, and yesterday they pulled off a much needed win against the “mighty” Colts. Actually, the Chargers defense pulled off a much needed win; their offense did everything they could to cough up the game. After going up 23-0 in the first half, the Colts put up 21 in the second and despite 6(!) Manning interceptions, the Chargers couldn’t get anything else done. Luckily, Adam Vinatieri shanked a field goal late in the 4th quarter and the Colts couldn’t catch up.
So now the Chargers are 5-4. Best in the West! Erik Weddle had a decent game, so expect more (and better) analysis from Dave later this week.
Posted by Liz at 10:07 AM 2 comments
Labels: fantasy football, NFL
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Chinga Te, El Maddon!
With this year's cover boy, Vince Young, clearly immune to any kind of bad fortune (I mean, the guy wins basically every game while throwing for 60 yards and two interceptions), the curse had to befall another unfortunate individual.
And this past week the Madden Gods struck down Chargers defensive end Luis Castillo, who glossed this year's first edition of "Madden Espanol," where everything from game menus to announcing is in Spanish. Last week against the Vikings, Castillo tore tendons in his right ankle, and is expected to miss six weeks, if not more. The struggling Chargers need all the help they can get, and now who knows if they have the manpower to even make the playoffs. At least Chiefs running back Larry Johnson looks like he'll be hanging out with Jay-Z for the rest of the year instead of playing NFL Football due to injury, so the Bolts (believe it or not), are still in the driver's seat when it comes to the AFC West.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:10 AM 4 comments
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Instant hit
It’ll only be used to address so-called “boundary calls:” when there is a dispute over a ball being fair or foul, if its hard to tell if it got out for a home run or just bounced off the top of the wall, if a fan interfered, etc. It won’t be used for balls and strikes, even though the only good thing (if you can call it that) to come out of FOX’ playoff coverage was the “Fox Trax” feature showing us just how often home plate umps are off.
One of my favorite things about baseball is the inherent unfairness of it all: the blown calls, the total reliance on flawed human beings. But I’m still in favor of this. The biggest argument against instant replay in baseball has always been that the games are long enough as it is, and it would be ridiculous to use IP for every pitch. But using it for foul balls and homeruns shouldn’t take any more time than it already does for the manager to run on the field and kick up dust in protest, and you’ll get the right call more often. I say let’s got to tape!
Posted by Liz at 12:20 PM 1 comments
Labels: Baseball
Friday, November 2, 2007
It finally happened
Posted by Dave Harrington at 4:55 PM 6 comments
Labels: Pink Hatters
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Where is the love?
When Michael Jordan’s Bulls were dominating the NBA in the mid-90s, we were told we were witnessing the greatest basketball player in the history of the game. And we probably were.
Posted by Liz at 2:44 PM 7 comments
Labels: Football
Marshawn's Greatest Hits (Vol. 1)
The city of Buffalo has been dumped on over the years for their bad/choking sports teams, and the verdict over at Rumors & Rants is is that Buffalo reigns supreme as "America's Biggest Sports Loser." Even off the field, ex-Bills running back(and former University of Miami star) Willis McGahee slammed the Buffalo scene, implying that places like Applebee's and Dave & Busters are not suitable establishments for an athlete of his caliber.
While South Beach it's not, NEW Bills running back Marshawn Lynch proves that there are few places in America more happening than Buffalo in this ESPN "Mayne Event" segment that a Rochester fan put up on youtube. Usually, I think these segments are contrived and boring, but this is one of the few that's entertaining, largely because Marshawn gets to be Marshawn.
There is no better ambassador of Hyphy to upstate New York, and without further or due, we present both his latest, and greatest:
The Mayne Event. This guy must have an S load of tickets.
Gettin his swerve on in celebration of a big win over Washington. Homeboy tried to Ghost Ride the Whip, but it's hard to put maintanance carts in neutral, apparently.
Ladies of Buffalo, cop that rookie card!
Hope you enjoy, and happy Thursday everyone.
Posted by Dave Harrington at 9:28 AM 2 comments
Labels: Buffalo Bills, Marshawn Lynch