Everyone who loves sports has undoubtedly seen moments that brought tears to their eyes - Lou Gehrig's farewell speech at Yankee Stadium, Mark McGwire breaking the long-standing home run record, the Red Sox and White Sox ending their painfully long curses are just a few that spring to mind. Given the end of the World Series on Wednesday, the Red Sox and White Sox are particularly on my mind, which is amazing considering I loathe both teams.
Baseball has always been the heart beat of both Boston and Chicago, and their fans are some of the most loyal in the world. How else could you explain 80+ years of rally caps, fiercely-crossed fingers, and overwhelming sadness when, season after season, the curses continued to break hearts? Imagine, if you will, Red Sox and White Sox fans who never got to see a World Series victory in their lifetimes. People who said, on their deathbeds, "I wish I could have seen at least one." Now THAT is tragic and beautiful. So when the unimaginable happened and both Boston and Chicago were able to break their respective curses (sorry Cubbies, maybe next year), of COURSE people cried. Who wouldn't cry when their lovable losers finally won? To me, it's a no-brainer. If you suffer through decades upon decades of disappointment, the tears will and should flow when a fan sees something that his grandfather never lived long enough to see.
Which brings me to Game 5 of the 2008 World Series, Wednesday night. I never thought 3 innings of baseball could drag on for so long, and yet the Phillies and Rays managed to make it happen. I was watching the game at a local restaurant and marvelling at how, over the course of the post-season, the number of Phillies fans had grown from one die-hard fan to a gang of new 21-year-olds sporting the freshest of shirts, jerseys, hats, etc. When the game ended, the crowd of Phillies fans understandably went berserk. Cheers, hugs, high-fives, celebratory shots, the works. And who could blame them? But then my attention was focused on a 21-year-old girl in a brand-spanking-new Phillies shirt, on the phone with someone to talk about the victory. I looked very closely at her and noticed that she had tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Tears? Really?" I thought. But then it occurred to me: like so many Red Sox and White Sox fans, she had never seen a Phillies victory in her lifetime. Even so, she only had 21 years on Earth to wait for a victory - not 80 or more like so many baseball fans.
Are tears appropriate for any victory, no matter how short the wait? I wish that my friends who are Red Sox fans would have been with me that night - I would have loved to get their opinion on the matter.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Aaron Rodgers, We Hardly Knew Ye
I saw on the news today that Brett Favre has officially been reinstated by the NFL, and is back with the Green Bay Packers. Even though I am a Minnesota Vikings fan, I really like Brett Favre, as I suspect many non-Packers fans do. He is a sort of everyman, and it is easy to respect and admire a man with such a storied career and seemingly big heart.
When I saw Brett Favre tear up when he initially announced his retirement, I was moved. When it became apparent that he regretted his decision to retire, I wanted to see him get back on the field and play. As the lengthy drama unfolded, with news of text messages to owners and GMs and secret meetings with my beloved Vikings, I found myself in a strange position - I was actually beginning to get annoyed by Brett Favre. How was this possible? How could a guy who loves football immensely and makes the game so much fun to watch actually get on my nerves? And thus, my interest level waned and I stopped caring if Favre's wish would be granted.
And so I find myself today presented with the news that "He's back!", underneath a CNN headline of "Drama King". As soon as I saw the story, one name flashed in my mind - Aaron Rodgers. Oh, Aaron. Will you ever get to wing the pig? Will you ever have a chance to step out from the shadows and lead the Packers anywhere? I imagine playing back-up for Brett Favre might be a bit like being Robert DeNiro's understudy - even if you get the chance to take the stage, can you possibly live up to your predecessor?
So congratulations, I guess, to Brett Favre for being reinstated and ending the biggest (and lamest) sports story line of the summer. I also congratulate you for so easily crushing the hopes and dreams of Aaron Rodgers in one fell swoop. Well played, sir.
When I saw Brett Favre tear up when he initially announced his retirement, I was moved. When it became apparent that he regretted his decision to retire, I wanted to see him get back on the field and play. As the lengthy drama unfolded, with news of text messages to owners and GMs and secret meetings with my beloved Vikings, I found myself in a strange position - I was actually beginning to get annoyed by Brett Favre. How was this possible? How could a guy who loves football immensely and makes the game so much fun to watch actually get on my nerves? And thus, my interest level waned and I stopped caring if Favre's wish would be granted.
And so I find myself today presented with the news that "He's back!", underneath a CNN headline of "Drama King". As soon as I saw the story, one name flashed in my mind - Aaron Rodgers. Oh, Aaron. Will you ever get to wing the pig? Will you ever have a chance to step out from the shadows and lead the Packers anywhere? I imagine playing back-up for Brett Favre might be a bit like being Robert DeNiro's understudy - even if you get the chance to take the stage, can you possibly live up to your predecessor?
So congratulations, I guess, to Brett Favre for being reinstated and ending the biggest (and lamest) sports story line of the summer. I also congratulate you for so easily crushing the hopes and dreams of Aaron Rodgers in one fell swoop. Well played, sir.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A Player to Celebrate
Wow, I take off a little time to write a book, and I missed so much! Things like: the Yankees fighting for last place in the AL East, the New Jersey Devils being eliminated pretty handily in the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Big Brown shattering millions of gamblers' dreams at Belmont, a handful of NFL players getting into more ridiculous legal trouble, and (on a lighter note) the NBA's dream of a rematch between the Lakers and Celtics (even if it is 20 years after the fact) finally coming true. It seems as though I missed a lot of news in the world of sports, both good and bad, but there is certainly one piece of great news that did not get by me: Ken Griffey, Jr., joining an exclusive club - the 600 homer club.
Ken Griffey, Jr., is a unique baseball player. Regardless if you like baseball or not, it's hard to find anyone to speak ill of one of the most celebrated players to ever pick up a bat and glove. Even when he played for the Mariners, and the combination of Griffey and A-Rod on the same team made this Yankee fan quite nervous, I still watched, in awe, as he gracefully and proudly played the game. In a sport where it is so easy to be disillusioned and disappointed by the star players (ahem...Bonds, Clemens, Pettitte, etc), Griffey has always been a beacon of hope that it is possible to play the game the way it should be played: cleanly, honestly, and with a joyful spirit.
I remember when Barry Bonds was closing in on Babe Ruth's and Hank Aaron's home run records. ESPN had their "Chasing Ruth" and "Chasing Aaron" ticker emblazoned on the bottom of their screens, and I always found that annoying and disappointing. Traditionally, the breaking of sacred baseball records has made me sad - I actually cried when Cal Ripken, Jr., broke Lou Gehrig's Iron Horse record, and I cried when Mark McGwire broke Roger Maris's single-season home run record. (Side note: my tears had nothing to do with the fact that both records were held by former Yankees.) As far as Bonds was considered, the media coverage of his at-bats served as a constant reminder for me that, had Griffey not had so many injury-laden seasons he, too, would have been right there with Bonds, chasing Ruth and Aaron, and I dare say he would have easily surpassed those records, and probably faster than Bonds did. Had that happened, I suspect I wouldn't have been sad to see the records broken, but rather thankful that an honest, hard-working, and endearing baseball player achieved such an amazing goal.
Ken Griffey, Jr., is the kind of baseball player that my grandfather would have adored - a man who, by the sweat of his brow and a strong arm, became one of the most celebrated and appreciated players of the otherwise muddied modern baseball era. For that, and for so many other reasons, a tip of the cap to Ken Griffey, Jr. Congratulations on your 600Th home run!
Ken Griffey, Jr., is a unique baseball player. Regardless if you like baseball or not, it's hard to find anyone to speak ill of one of the most celebrated players to ever pick up a bat and glove. Even when he played for the Mariners, and the combination of Griffey and A-Rod on the same team made this Yankee fan quite nervous, I still watched, in awe, as he gracefully and proudly played the game. In a sport where it is so easy to be disillusioned and disappointed by the star players (ahem...Bonds, Clemens, Pettitte, etc), Griffey has always been a beacon of hope that it is possible to play the game the way it should be played: cleanly, honestly, and with a joyful spirit.
I remember when Barry Bonds was closing in on Babe Ruth's and Hank Aaron's home run records. ESPN had their "Chasing Ruth" and "Chasing Aaron" ticker emblazoned on the bottom of their screens, and I always found that annoying and disappointing. Traditionally, the breaking of sacred baseball records has made me sad - I actually cried when Cal Ripken, Jr., broke Lou Gehrig's Iron Horse record, and I cried when Mark McGwire broke Roger Maris's single-season home run record. (Side note: my tears had nothing to do with the fact that both records were held by former Yankees.) As far as Bonds was considered, the media coverage of his at-bats served as a constant reminder for me that, had Griffey not had so many injury-laden seasons he, too, would have been right there with Bonds, chasing Ruth and Aaron, and I dare say he would have easily surpassed those records, and probably faster than Bonds did. Had that happened, I suspect I wouldn't have been sad to see the records broken, but rather thankful that an honest, hard-working, and endearing baseball player achieved such an amazing goal.
Ken Griffey, Jr., is the kind of baseball player that my grandfather would have adored - a man who, by the sweat of his brow and a strong arm, became one of the most celebrated and appreciated players of the otherwise muddied modern baseball era. For that, and for so many other reasons, a tip of the cap to Ken Griffey, Jr. Congratulations on your 600Th home run!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Does anyone really care about Jose Canseco anymore?
For the record, I have never been a fan of Jose Canseco. I never cared about the "Bash Brothers", I never marvelled at the ever-increasing size of his forearms, and as a child, I hated the fact that he was allegedly charging kids for his autograph. As an adult, I really hated the limited stint he had with the Yankees.
I remember my complete lack of surprise when it was revealed that he had been taking steroids for a long time, and in his first book, Juiced: Wild Times, Rampant 'Roids, Smash Hits & How Baseball Got Big (couldn't he come up with a longer title?), he detailed not only his use of performance enhancing substances, but that of other players, some of whom were his friends.
I seem to recall some people suggesting that he only named the players because he desperately wanted higher book sales. Other people praised him for finally pulling back the curtain on the steroid era. I can see both sides of that argument, and for what it's worth, Senator George Mitchell used Canseco's book as a crucial part of his investigation into steroid use. Had that been the end of the discussion, I doubt Canseco's name would be mentioned often. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the discussion.
Canseco's second book has been in the works for quite some time (entitled simply Vindicated - see how easy that was, Jose?), and for many months, all anyone knew about it was that he was going to name more steroid users. Nobody really cared, and no one seemed to give him much credence, so we all moved on - everyone but Canseco, that is. He kept promising that he had some dirt on Alex Rodriguez, and several people doubted his credibility, despite the fact that he was so honest in his first book.
Now, it seems that a copy of his book has been read, and reportedly Canseco details introducing Rodriguez to a steroid dealer. Is that possible? Maybe, but in my opinion, Canseco damages his own credibility when he reportedly discusses how Rodriguez was making advances on Canseco's wife. Is that possible, too? Sure, but its very mention implies that Canseco is out for revenge. He writes, "So A-Rod, if you're reading this book, and if I'm not getting through to you, let's get clear on one thing: I hate your (bleeping) guts." How charming!
So I ask again, does anyone really care about Canseco anymore? Any role he had in kick-starting the steroid crack down in baseball has been far overshadowed by his omnipresent greed and bitterness. I suppose I'd be bitter, too, if I'd gone from a baseball star to a cast member on VH1's The Surreal Life. I wish I could ignore Canseco, but he makes it so difficult! I have a plan, though - every time I hear a story about him or see him in an interview, I'll just picture the time the Indians' Carlos Martinez hit a fly ball that whacked Canseco on the top of his head, and bounced over the wall for a home run.
I remember my complete lack of surprise when it was revealed that he had been taking steroids for a long time, and in his first book, Juiced: Wild Times, Rampant 'Roids, Smash Hits & How Baseball Got Big (couldn't he come up with a longer title?), he detailed not only his use of performance enhancing substances, but that of other players, some of whom were his friends.
I seem to recall some people suggesting that he only named the players because he desperately wanted higher book sales. Other people praised him for finally pulling back the curtain on the steroid era. I can see both sides of that argument, and for what it's worth, Senator George Mitchell used Canseco's book as a crucial part of his investigation into steroid use. Had that been the end of the discussion, I doubt Canseco's name would be mentioned often. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the discussion.
Canseco's second book has been in the works for quite some time (entitled simply Vindicated - see how easy that was, Jose?), and for many months, all anyone knew about it was that he was going to name more steroid users. Nobody really cared, and no one seemed to give him much credence, so we all moved on - everyone but Canseco, that is. He kept promising that he had some dirt on Alex Rodriguez, and several people doubted his credibility, despite the fact that he was so honest in his first book.
Now, it seems that a copy of his book has been read, and reportedly Canseco details introducing Rodriguez to a steroid dealer. Is that possible? Maybe, but in my opinion, Canseco damages his own credibility when he reportedly discusses how Rodriguez was making advances on Canseco's wife. Is that possible, too? Sure, but its very mention implies that Canseco is out for revenge. He writes, "So A-Rod, if you're reading this book, and if I'm not getting through to you, let's get clear on one thing: I hate your (bleeping) guts." How charming!
So I ask again, does anyone really care about Canseco anymore? Any role he had in kick-starting the steroid crack down in baseball has been far overshadowed by his omnipresent greed and bitterness. I suppose I'd be bitter, too, if I'd gone from a baseball star to a cast member on VH1's The Surreal Life. I wish I could ignore Canseco, but he makes it so difficult! I have a plan, though - every time I hear a story about him or see him in an interview, I'll just picture the time the Indians' Carlos Martinez hit a fly ball that whacked Canseco on the top of his head, and bounced over the wall for a home run.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thank you, Yankees
Today I was closer to the Yankees than I've ever been before. How close? About a mile away. Sure, it's not exactly as neat as shaking hands or getting an autograph, but for a girl who has never had the chance to visit Yankee Stadium, it was a pretty big deal. It was an even bigger deal for Virginia Tech and Blacksburg, whose memories of the tragedy of April 16, 2007 are still very fresh and painful. The Yankees were in town today to make good on a promise made back in May of 2007 - after donating $1 million to the Hokie Spirit Memorial Fund, George Steinbrenner asked if they could visit Blacksburg and play an exhibition game against the Hokie Baseball Team.
In the weeks before the game, we all wondered who would come. The majority seemed to think that they Yankees would bring players from the farm league - guys hoping to play their way onto the major league roster. On Friday the roster was released and a lot of us were wrong. I was very surprised - and incredibly grateful - to see that the Yankees would be bring nearly every star on their team. For me, it meant that the organization took this day just as seriously as all of us in the Virginia Tech community did. In addition, because tickets were limited, the YES network allowed the local CBS affiliate to carry their broadcast of the game so that everyone in the area would have a chance to enjoy the day.
When the Yankees arrived at Virginia Tech, they visited the memorial to the victims of April 16th, which was quite a moving sight. Derek Jeter posed for a picture with a young lady whose fiance was among the victims - they were both Yankees fans, and the picture was taken next to the stone marker bearing his name.
As I watched the game (wearing my maroon and orange Yankees hat) I could not stop smiling. I knew the odds of the Hokies winning the game were slim, but it was a thrill to cheer on the Hokies as they threw strikes, caught pop-ups, robbed a home run, and turned a double play or two. The Yankees ultimately won 11-0, but the score didn't matter. Both teams received a standing ovation at the end of the game, and I dare say the Yankees may have earned a bit of respect from those who often refer to them as the "Evil Empire".
All in all, it was an amazing day for the Virginia Tech family and the Blacksburg community. I was surprised at how emotional it was for me; while I didn't personally know any of the victims from that terrible day, they were all part of a very large, very loving family, and it was amazing to see the New York Yankees honor our family by the simple act of playing a baseball game.
Cheers to you, Yankees, and a very big thank you!
In the weeks before the game, we all wondered who would come. The majority seemed to think that they Yankees would bring players from the farm league - guys hoping to play their way onto the major league roster. On Friday the roster was released and a lot of us were wrong. I was very surprised - and incredibly grateful - to see that the Yankees would be bring nearly every star on their team. For me, it meant that the organization took this day just as seriously as all of us in the Virginia Tech community did. In addition, because tickets were limited, the YES network allowed the local CBS affiliate to carry their broadcast of the game so that everyone in the area would have a chance to enjoy the day.
When the Yankees arrived at Virginia Tech, they visited the memorial to the victims of April 16th, which was quite a moving sight. Derek Jeter posed for a picture with a young lady whose fiance was among the victims - they were both Yankees fans, and the picture was taken next to the stone marker bearing his name.
As I watched the game (wearing my maroon and orange Yankees hat) I could not stop smiling. I knew the odds of the Hokies winning the game were slim, but it was a thrill to cheer on the Hokies as they threw strikes, caught pop-ups, robbed a home run, and turned a double play or two. The Yankees ultimately won 11-0, but the score didn't matter. Both teams received a standing ovation at the end of the game, and I dare say the Yankees may have earned a bit of respect from those who often refer to them as the "Evil Empire".
All in all, it was an amazing day for the Virginia Tech family and the Blacksburg community. I was surprised at how emotional it was for me; while I didn't personally know any of the victims from that terrible day, they were all part of a very large, very loving family, and it was amazing to see the New York Yankees honor our family by the simple act of playing a baseball game.
Cheers to you, Yankees, and a very big thank you!
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Give Favre a gold watch, not a hard time.
When it was officially announced that Brett Favre would be retiring from the NFL, my initial instinct was to write something about it - maybe a loving tribute, maybe an ode to his many accomplishments as a 17-season quarterback, maybe a discussion about his contributions as an "everyman" modern day hero. I held off, however, because within the matter of an hour, ESPN, CNN, FOX, and every other media outlet flooded the airwaves and the Internet with exactly such praise. Would I really be able to honor such an amazing athlete better than anyone else? Not likely.
The day after he retired, something strange happened. What had started as a great big love letter to Favre by the media morphed into a debate over his motives for retiring, particularly after such a stellar season. Was he upset that the Packers couldn't sign Randy Moss? Was he afraid that another season might result in a bad performance? Was he a quitter? Who cares?
So here's my take: people retire every day, including NFL players. Seventeen years is a long career, particularly when playing a position that requires you to get stomped on, run over, and pummeled on a weekly basis. Favre is 38 years old - realistically, how much longer should anyone have expected him to play? And can we please stop talking about how his last play was an interception? I say again, who cares? Can we overlook the Packers' improvement from 8-8 to 13-3 simply because their last play was an interception? And when we look back over Favre's impressive career, how many of us will say, "You know he was pretty good, but it's a shame he threw that last interception." (Please note: Favre threw a lot of interceptions in his career - 288 of them, in fact.)
But who even cares about his career interceptions? When we think about great athletes, do we pontificate about their negatives? I can't remember the last time anyone mentioned all the things Joe Montana did wrong in his amazing career, so why do it to Favre? I think the discussion would be a lot more interesting if we mention Favre's 442 career touchdowns, his 61,655 passing yards, and his 5,377 completed passes.
Instead of forming conspiracy theories about Favre's motives, perhaps we should all tip our caps to him and say thanks for playing. Think about it this way - had it been the Packers who were chasing an undefeated season rather than the Patriots, I have a hard time believing people would have rooted against them.
P.S. To all Packers fan (especially my dad): I hope for your sake that Aaron Rogers is ready next season. He has some awfully big shoes to fill. Cheers, Brett!
The day after he retired, something strange happened. What had started as a great big love letter to Favre by the media morphed into a debate over his motives for retiring, particularly after such a stellar season. Was he upset that the Packers couldn't sign Randy Moss? Was he afraid that another season might result in a bad performance? Was he a quitter? Who cares?
So here's my take: people retire every day, including NFL players. Seventeen years is a long career, particularly when playing a position that requires you to get stomped on, run over, and pummeled on a weekly basis. Favre is 38 years old - realistically, how much longer should anyone have expected him to play? And can we please stop talking about how his last play was an interception? I say again, who cares? Can we overlook the Packers' improvement from 8-8 to 13-3 simply because their last play was an interception? And when we look back over Favre's impressive career, how many of us will say, "You know he was pretty good, but it's a shame he threw that last interception." (Please note: Favre threw a lot of interceptions in his career - 288 of them, in fact.)
But who even cares about his career interceptions? When we think about great athletes, do we pontificate about their negatives? I can't remember the last time anyone mentioned all the things Joe Montana did wrong in his amazing career, so why do it to Favre? I think the discussion would be a lot more interesting if we mention Favre's 442 career touchdowns, his 61,655 passing yards, and his 5,377 completed passes.
Instead of forming conspiracy theories about Favre's motives, perhaps we should all tip our caps to him and say thanks for playing. Think about it this way - had it been the Packers who were chasing an undefeated season rather than the Patriots, I have a hard time believing people would have rooted against them.
P.S. To all Packers fan (especially my dad): I hope for your sake that Aaron Rogers is ready next season. He has some awfully big shoes to fill. Cheers, Brett!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
How to get from the Hall of Fame to Prison in 3 easy steps!
1. Be one of the greatest pitchers in the modern baseball era.
2. Use performance-enhancing substances.
3. Perjure yourself before Congress.
I had been holding off on writing a lot about Roger Clemens following the release of the Mitchell Report for two reasons: I wanted to see what further information would be released, and I really wanted to believe Clemens when he proclaimed his innocence. I did believe him - for a while, anyway. His heartfelt press conferences, super secret recorded conversations with Brian McNamee, his defiance - all of those things made me cling to the hope that he really was innocent and would ultimately be vindicated.
Then something hysterical happened during his Congressional testimony - everyone Clemens ever met had been overwhelmed, it would seem, by amnesia and "misremembered" every conversation they'd ever had with Clemens. I guess we can add "mind like a steel trap" to his list of accomplishments. If one person has misremembered something, it's probably believable. But everyone? Come on, Rocket.
Another great moment in the hearing came during a period of questions in which everyone kept mentioning a party at Jose Canseco's house. My first thought was, "Wow, so even hanging out with Canseco makes you guilty? Gee whiz!" While it may be a little funny to imagine that the act of simply being near Canseco allows you to absorb some level of steroids, that wasn't the point. It came down to a simple question: Were you there? And what seemed, at the time, to be the simplest of answers: No I wasn't. Sounded reasonable enough - that is, however, until some kid realized he had a picture of Clemens at the aforementioned Canseco party. Something smells fishy. Sounds like a job for the FBI!
I realize that the government has to take very careful steps in building a perjury case (didn't it take them like 3 years to indict Barry Bonds?) but in the court of public opinion, it's open and shut. Had Clemens just admitted what he had done immediately, like Andy Pettitte did, his life would probably be a lot easier now. Sure, people would hate him for cheating, but they would probably respect that he owned up to his actions. Instead, Clemens has evolved from a pariah to a possible inmate, and all to protect his ego and record. Well played, sir. Hope it was worth it.
2. Use performance-enhancing substances.
3. Perjure yourself before Congress.
I had been holding off on writing a lot about Roger Clemens following the release of the Mitchell Report for two reasons: I wanted to see what further information would be released, and I really wanted to believe Clemens when he proclaimed his innocence. I did believe him - for a while, anyway. His heartfelt press conferences, super secret recorded conversations with Brian McNamee, his defiance - all of those things made me cling to the hope that he really was innocent and would ultimately be vindicated.
Then something hysterical happened during his Congressional testimony - everyone Clemens ever met had been overwhelmed, it would seem, by amnesia and "misremembered" every conversation they'd ever had with Clemens. I guess we can add "mind like a steel trap" to his list of accomplishments. If one person has misremembered something, it's probably believable. But everyone? Come on, Rocket.
Another great moment in the hearing came during a period of questions in which everyone kept mentioning a party at Jose Canseco's house. My first thought was, "Wow, so even hanging out with Canseco makes you guilty? Gee whiz!" While it may be a little funny to imagine that the act of simply being near Canseco allows you to absorb some level of steroids, that wasn't the point. It came down to a simple question: Were you there? And what seemed, at the time, to be the simplest of answers: No I wasn't. Sounded reasonable enough - that is, however, until some kid realized he had a picture of Clemens at the aforementioned Canseco party. Something smells fishy. Sounds like a job for the FBI!
I realize that the government has to take very careful steps in building a perjury case (didn't it take them like 3 years to indict Barry Bonds?) but in the court of public opinion, it's open and shut. Had Clemens just admitted what he had done immediately, like Andy Pettitte did, his life would probably be a lot easier now. Sure, people would hate him for cheating, but they would probably respect that he owned up to his actions. Instead, Clemens has evolved from a pariah to a possible inmate, and all to protect his ego and record. Well played, sir. Hope it was worth it.
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