Author: David Medsker (Page 12 of 20)

WBC Update: Two marquee matchups on March 7

Okay, so the World Baseball Classic officially reached ‘joke’ status when Al Leiter, Al Leiter, was brought in as a replacement for the United States’ roster instead of the, oh, 300-some pitchers out there that are far, far better than he is. But just try not to watch when this schedule pops up on ESPN and ESPN2 March 7:

1:00 p.m.– Dominican Republic vs. Venezuela
4:00 p.m. – Mexico vs. U.S.A.

Granted, the Dominican lineup lost two thirds of their outfield (Manny Ramirez, Vladimir Guerrero) in the last week, but they still have Pujols, Big Papi, Soriano, Reyes, Beltre, Tejada, and enough pitching (Fatty Colon, Coco Cordero) to keep them in any game. Venezuela, meanwhile, has a 1-2 knockout punch at the top of their rotation in the form of Johan Santana and Carlos Zambrano, and their hitters (Bobby Abreu, Miguel Cabrera, Magglio Ordonez, Victor Martinez) ain’t so bad, either. That is appointment viewing Chez Gigi, let me tell ya.

The Mexico/USA game, meanwhile, looks like a letdown on paper, but that’s only because most of Mexico’s roster plays, well, in Mexico. Still, Oliver Perez is there, as is Jorge Cantu (dude knocked in 117 runs last year) and Adrian Gonzalez, who’s supposed to be a monster. Still, they will be no match for the Americans who, despite their many losses, still have a murderer’s row of hitters: A-Rod, D. Jitty, D. Lee, Utley, Damon, Griffey, Teixeira, Chipper, and Michael Young. Then there are the pitchers: Clemens, Dontrelle, Lidge, Peavy, Chad Cordero, Joe Nathan, Scot Shields… yowza.

So get ready, baseball fans. It may not be the dream lineups we hoped for – if they want more players to participate, they should move the series until after the playoffs – but it’s still going to be better than meaningless spring training games. Play ball.

Sammy Sosa needs to stop drinking his own Kool-Aid

After deeming a one-year, non-guaranteed, $500,000 contract from the Washington Nationals a “humiliation,” Sammy Sosa is contemplating retirement, rather than reach the 600-home run plateau – he’s currently sitting at 588 – that would certainly make him a Hall of Famer (he has HOF numbers already, but one more good year would put a lot of whispers to rest). The funny thing is, I agree with him; that contract is humiliating, since he made just under $18 million last season. But what Sosa clearly doesn’t realize is that he is in dire need of a little humility.

Yep, the Orioles and Cubs paid him just under $18 million – enough money to make four “Saw” movies – to hit .221-14-45. He had as many strikeouts as he had hits. And yet he claims that he shouldn’t have to beg for a spot on a roster? Yeah, Sammy, you kinda do at this point. Any other player that put up that stat line would be in AAA, if they were lucky. The Nationals’ contract offer is the only one out there, which means that the league is in near-unanimous agreement that you, Samuel Peralta Sosa, are finished. If you choose to retire instead of busting your ass in spring training and shooting for 600, you are only proving them right.

The Chicago press was fond of saying that Sosa didn’t bask in his adulation so much as he demanded it, and this serves as the ultimate example of that. Sosa has always had a higher opinion of himself and his abilities than anyone else alive. This, despite the fact that, as Mike Greenberg astutely pointed out this morning, he never, ever hit a cutoff man – something that directly contributed to the Cubs’ eighth inning meltdown in Game 6 of the 2003 NLCS – he was a terrible base runner, and never once took one for the team. Barry Bonds may be the bigger jackass of the two, but you’ll be hard pressed to find a more selfish player than Sosa.

Fred McGriff wasn’t too proud to sign a minor league contract. Neither was Andres “The Big Cat” Galarraga or Ricky Henderson. Hell, Ricky and Jose Canseco played for the Newark Bears in order to work their way back into the big leagues, they loved the game so much. What Sosa is showing us is that it was never about the game; it was only about him. What Sosa needs to realize is that the clubs aren’t trying to humiliate him; they are offering him exactly what he’s worth. He would also be wise to remember that he’s made well over $120 million during the course of his major league career, and everyone knows it, so the money should not even matter at this point. He should take the deal because he loves to play baseball so much that he’d do it for free.

But to do that, he would have to admit that the game is more important than he is. And we all know that’s never going to happen.

Meet the new “MNF” crew

Caught the last 10 minutes of Mike & Mike this morning, and heard just enough to want to do a jig. Well, okay, two of the decisions have me dancing, and the others, if nothing else, didn’t make me want to throw a brick at my TV. With ESPN taking over Monday Night Football, the booth and sidelines have been stacked with Bristol’s finest.

First, the booth:
Play by play: Mike Tirico. I would have been happier with Mike Patrick – no one sells a game better than Patrick does – but Tirico is no slouch, either. More importantly, football nation breathes a collective sigh of relief that they didn’t go with founding father Chris Berman.

Commentary: Joe Theissman. If there’s a weakness here, it’s Joe. He doesn’t bother me as much as he bothers friends of mine, but he does have a tendency to state the obvious. But he’s also brutally honest about coaching decisions, officiating, and every other aspect of the game that offends his senses, and I like that in a color guy.

Now for the masterstroke:
Commentary: Tony Kornheiser. Hell, yes. As an avid “PTI” fan, this just makes me giddy. I think of this move akin to the hiring of Dennis Miller, only this time Dennis has an actual knowledge of football. Kornheiser is whip smart and easily the funniest guy on ESPN’s payroll. Brilliant move, though how are they going to get him to leave Washington DC?

Sidelines: Suzy Kolber and Michelle Tafoya. Can’t say I’m terribly enamored of Tafoya for whatever reason, but I loves my Suzy.

The poll that ESPN posted with the story showed that 53.1% of the readers actually do not like the new crew. Let’s hear it, sports fans. What do and don’t you like about the new crew?

Interview with a Handicapper

Talking with Brandon Lang is similar to talking with Troy McClure, in a ‘Ha ha, that’s the funniest story I’ve ever heard! Okay, now you tell one’ way. Still, you have to have a certain kind of swagger to be a professional handicapper, never mind one that’s played by Matthew McConaughey in a major motion picture.

Come for the tidbits about who he likes in this weekend’s NFL playoff round, stay for the juicy stories about Bill Clinton, Wayne Greztky, and Sugar Ray Leonard. You definitely don’t want to miss the part about Sugar Ray Leonard.

Take the Glory Road

Surprise, surprise. Despite its awful title (porno slang, anyone?), “Glory Road” is a hell of a movie. I’m not terribly well versed on basketball movies (I’m ashamed to say, I still haven’t seen “Hoosiers”), but I do know that they’re woefully underrepresented in the overall Sports Movie lexicon, or represented poorly (“Blue Chips”).

Disney’s been putting one of these “true sports” movies out every six months, or so it seems, but with the exception of “The Greatest Game Ever Played,” they’ve all been pretty damn good. But where do they rank with the all time great sports movies? Let us know what you think.

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