[Former Livejournal Entry]
Well, thanks to Kickaha, I’ve joined the world of the bloggers. Yes, my life will be on display for all to see. For a while now, I’ve wanted a place where I could share my George Carlin and Dave Barry-influenced views on life, but didn’t want to keep updating my website every time I wanted to do it (which meant I was screwed at work unless I wrote my thoughts down, and you know how well that works 
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So, let’s be a little different from what usually may pour from my mouth, and talk about sports, football and baseball in particular. I didn’t always love sports – not until I attended Virginia Tech did I learn to love football (go Hokies!). Baseball was injected through IV into our family of 3 boys – I soon came to find my forte was in score keeping/announcing which I did for Great Bridge little league for many years in Junior High. My brothers actually played for more than a season, and one of them was fortunate enough to play with a current Major Leaguer, Michael Cuddyer (that’s Cuh-die-ur, not cud-yur), who plays for the Minnesota Twins.
Well, that is for at least the next 2 weeks. Is he being sent to the minors again? Nope – Mike’s a top rated rookie in the organization. Am I sensing an injury? Nope, he’s pretty fit. What I’m getting at is the players (I refuse to give them the honor of a capital “P”) have, in all their wisdom, decided to most likely strike on August 16 of this year. Oh, and by “most likely” I mean they will indeed strike on that date.
Are these guys nuts? Were any of them around the last time they did this crap? Attendance never recovered (in most venues), numerous mascots were sent to the unemployment line (not to mention the guys who drive the little carts around to smooth out the infield), and the fans were pissed. Add to this the whole “contraction” plan and I’m convinced Baseball (both players and management) is controlled by members of the Golf and Tennis world. Think about it, who else competes with baseball during its season?
So, as usual, coming to take its true place in the hearts of people worldwide once people have given up on the “American Pastime” is of course, football, of both the College and National League flavors. The highlights this year won’t be from the matchups themselves, but from the announcers. In the College realm, Keith Jackson will be enjoying his 52nd year of retirement (declared three years ago) announcing West coast games that no one on the East Coast sees, except for of course the “Rose Bowl” and the “AOL-TimeWarner-Compuserve-Nullsoft-NoWe’reNotBecomingAMonopoly-WeCan’tKeepOurBooksStraightWithAllOfTheseComputers .com/net Bowl”, which I’m sorry to say, really doesn’t exist. In the majors (no, not baseball, we’re talking football here) John Madden is recovering from his surgical separation from Pat Sommerall and will be joining (someone help him) Al Michaels in the booth on Monday Night Football, otherwise known as “The Ex-Dennis Miller Show”. Now, I’d say that Madden will be getting more people exposed to the “Man, I hope his head isn’t in that helmet” line, but I’m aware of MNF’s declining ratings too, so not too many more people will get exposed to that one (thankfully). What more people will get, however, is more sleep, since Madden’s endless banter will be sure to send them to sleepy land earlier on Monday nights this Fall and Winter.
So anyway, I’m thrilled that football season is upon us (Skins/49ers from Nippon (i.e. Japan) this Saturday at 10 PM, preseason of course), and the Hokies kickoff in about 3 weeks. More on that will be coming as we get closer, I’m sure.
Well, this was a fun little banter into sports. It’s time to go get dinner ready. This is sorta neat. Thanks Jason
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