Showing posts with label World Series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Series. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Liz is having an affair


The first of the World Series re-match just ended and Mike and I have turned on Psych. As an aside, Psych is on of the funniest shows on TV. It's about a private investigator who pretends to be psychic. I'm not selling it well, but it's hilarious. Here's the promo for the winter season.

Anyway, I've been looking forward to this series for about a week now. It's not just the World Series re-match thing. The Phillies are my National League team. I always had a soft spot for the Phills. The Phanatic is just so loveable.

And sense starting school in Philly, they've grown on me even more. Citizens Bank is a great ball field. And say what you will about Philadelphia fans, they're fun people to watch a ball game with. Unless the Phillies are losing. Or you run out onto the field.

But more than that, they're such a motley crew. Shane Victorino is one of less than ten Hawaiian players in the Majors. Cole Hamels married a reality TV star ( I hate using the word star for people who have been on Survivor.) Jayson Werth is the grandson and nephew of major leaguers. And Ryan Howard may just be the slowest runner in the Major Leagues.

I just adore them.

But there's never any question as to who I love more.

During the World Series, one of my friends asked me who I would be rooting for.

I responded, "Blood's thicker than water."

She gave me the strangest look. But to me it made total sense. The Yankees were/are an extension of the family. My allegiances are clear.

That being said I was not overjoyed when my dad and Mike spent the evening mercilessly mocking the Phillies. They're a fun team. Made of fun people. And they deserve our respect.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Let's go on a badenture through the Blogosphere


As I just said to my Yankee copanaera Liz, let's take a badenture through the world of Sports Blogging. As Ron Burgandy said, "I'm kind of a big deal". Well, not really. I just survived my Junior Year in high school. I'm still convinced that the only way I actually survived Spanish was because my teacher loves the Yankees. On November 5th, he and I had a "fiesta"in class.

I love the Yankees. I'm a man, so I try not to cry. But when we won in November, I cried. Broke down in tears while on the phone with my sister. I was 7 when we won in 2000. Not really a fan, I remember only this from the series. I never thought we would win again, but we did.

The Yankees are my first, my only and my true love. Sure, I like other sports. I'm a Knicks, Giants and Rangers fan. But there's always been something about the Yankees. Maybe it was the first major league home run I saw (John Van Der Wall, by the way) or maybe it was just the first view of the grass at the Stadium. Maybe it was the kid in the net against Chicago. Or maybe it's just hearing John and Suzyn or Michael, Kenny, Al and Flash calling the game. I love the game and I love this team.

I'm a Posada guy. He's a natural, among the best catchers ever. I like Jeter too. He's never said a mean thing about anyone, a real class act. I like Andy. Man, he can pitch. Robbie, Gardy, Swish, Tex, Mo; All great players, love 'em all.

Two players are clearly missing from that list. A-Rod and Joba. They're both completely overrated. I was at the Cleveland game a couple of weeks ago. We had a lead and Joba comes in. I look to my dad and say "10 bucks we're losing after he's done". Guess who walked out of the Stadium with 10 dollars more than he started with? A-Rod is completely annoying. He thinks he's hot stuff. But really, no. He's nothing more than a pretty boy with some decent strength and a weak groin.

I hate the Sox. Pedroia is terrible. He's a niche player who can only play in Fenway. Papelbon is a Mariano wannabe. He'd be lucky to be half the man that Mo is. Beckett requires a shave NOW. He looks like a complete scumbag. Playing for the Evil Empire doesn't help his image either. But the worst player on the Red Sux? David "Big Papi" Ortiz. He's a horrible, horrible player. He's fat, can't field, can't run and can't hit (ever since he quit the 'roids)

So, I look forward to writing sports for all of you. It's a hobby of mine. I hope all y'all enjoy this. I know I will!