Yeah, it’s that time of the week again folks… time for another visit from you old pal IHM here at the Gab! We’ve finally hit Friday… and none too soon, because this was a crazy freaking week. I’m ready for a weekend full of drinking, forgetting, and relaxing; hopefully I can accomplish all three of those things!
The big story of the weekend, of course, is father’s day. It’s coming this Sunday, and will feature a parade of good eating, well wishes from all around, and likely some pretty cool gifts. I got mine from the boy a little earlier… a jar of home made BBQ Sauce with a sweet picture of the boy in a chef’s hat. I’ll have to go out and grab something to toss that sauce on and hit the grill this weekend!
Before I move on to this week’s rants, ravings, and grumblings I just want to say happy father’s day to all the proud papas out there. I know for a fact that if it weren’t for my dad, I would certainly not have the love of sports I do today. He was always a Cleveland fan tried and true… being young in the mid to late 80’s, I can remember the heartbreak of the Browns, my father cursing the name of Earnest Byner for that damn fumble… watching Edgar Renteria crush his hopes in the 1997 World Series, and hearing him curse the name of Jose Mesa… it’s really been a rough go for him aside from a couple of Buckeye titles in college football… but he stays true to his teams, no matter how terrible they are. I think that’s why I’m such a huge Lions fan… watching him pay his dues over the years I’ve developed a taste for disappointment! But I’d just like to thank my dad here for everything he’s done. He worked his ass off for years at a steel plant while the three of us went through school… he gave us everything we needed, food, shelter, clothing, and a little bit of luxury as well with a few vacations here and there, toys, etc. He was exactly what you envision out of the head of a middle class household; a provider. I learned a lot from him over the years, and I wouldn’t be nearly the man I am today without his guidance. Thanks pop, and thanks to all the other dads who do what we do every single day with little to no recognition… because it is exactly what you are supposed to do.
This week saw the crowning of two new champions… the Chicago Blackhawks in the NHL and the Golden State Warriors in the NBA. Honestly, I loved every minute of the Stanley Cup Finals, a great, back and forth series between two highly talented teams… and then there were the NBA Finals. Competitive, yes… probably a LOT more competitive than it should have been given the supporting cast around LeBron James, but not on the same level as the Cup Finals. Congratulations all the same to the Warriors, but you don’t hear any members of the Tampa Bay Lightning squad bemoaning about how they’d “rather just not even make the playoffs” as opposed to losing in the Finals. This is why hockey is still a legit sport, and basketball and the NBA specifically have become an absolute joke… it is all about image and individuals in the latter, while the NHL is still about the team. Of course, the Warriors beating the “superstar” and the collection of role players around him shows us the NBA is at least trending in the right direction, but hockey is still just a superior product to anything the NBA has to offer.
Another thing I’ll NEVER get tired of from the world of hockey… the post-series handshakes at center ice. Incredible display of sportsmanship from a group of guys who just spent the past 4-7 games beating the holy hell out of each other! Regardless of how personal the rivalry, how deep it runs, they line up, look each other in the eyes, and shake hands like men once it is all said and done. You really don’t see that much in this world any more… anything manly is written off as misogynistic and masochistic and denounced by those who control the media now, but it is just good to see a group of men acting like fucking men every once in a while. Kudos to the NHL for continuing this tradition… may it never die!
Over in the world of baseball, we’ve got this St.Louis garbage going on. I don’t know whether or not everyone from the top to the bottom knew what was going on, but we all know that they benefited from the information that was stolen, so I say punish the entire organization. As much as I dig Beezer’s idea about a year long suspension for the entire franchise, I highly doubt that will happen… but something massive needs to happen here to send a message, because this sort of cowardice has no place in the world of sports.
I’ve seen a lot of arguments on either side of the All-Star voting issue, and I’ve had a thing or two to say here and there as well this week… but I haven’t thrown my full take out there just yet. Honestly, having eight Royals start the All-Star game is just plain ridiculous, and borderline insane… but how much different is this from what Yankee fan and Red Sox fan did just a few years before? Plenty of .2o0 hitters have started this game, Omar Infante sure as hell won’t be the first since the onset of fan voting; so why now that it is middle America is the media freaking the fuck out about it? My suggestion, if you don’t like it go vote… and vote and vote and vote until you’ve exhausted your voting rights as a MLB fan! Personally, I vote one time and I wait til the last moment to have the most updated stats… but that’s just me. And I’m sure as hell not going to complain about it… I think it’s great for the fans of Kansas City to be able to flex their muscles a bit. Of course it puts Ned Yost in a tough spot as he picks the rest of the team, because with 8 starters it is going to be tough to justify selecting any of the deserving members of KC’s pitching staff to the team! I’ll put my All-Star team up in a couple of weeks here… and the number of Royals will be far lower than what it will actually be… but rest assured they will be represented, as they deserve to be.
As I write this, yet another of baseball’s hallowed milestones is under assault by the douchebag formerly known as “The Natural”… you know, the piece of trash that is as far from natural as you can get… the performance enhanced pussbag himself, Alex Rodriguez… as he picked up his 2,997th career hit Wednesday, drawing himself to within 3 of doing what just 28 others in the history of the sport have done… get their 3,000th career hit. Some people say this legitimizes Rodriguez’s career stats despite the rampant steroid use… but if you ask me I still don’t believe this guy is anything more than a cheat and a no talent hack. The story on this cat is that he’s been juicing since high school (if the SI report is correct, and everything else on it has been so far)… so nothing this guy has ever done has been legit. Getting 3,000 hits does nothing for him, for his legacy, or for MLB history… it only cheapens the milestone. Once again, this fool is about to take another piece of prestige out of baseball history… and I’m just over here hoping the next 100 MPH fastball that comes his way gets him square between the fucking eyes.
Before I call it a week, I’ll just leave this here for ya… been stuck in my head since I heard it on the way to work this morning;
That’s all I’ve got for this week folks. Thanks, as always, for reading and for any comments you leave on the way out. Make sure you stop on in and shout at old man Harvey next door (really, you have to shout so he’ll hear you!)… who most likely will put what you just read here to shame! Have a great weekend Gabbers.