Sports by guys who like sports

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Mark Mulder Fall From Major League Pitcher

Mark Mulder has in a matter of about 3 weeks gone from one of the most dominant pitchers in the game of baseball to "Borderline Helpless". He is now 6-5 with a 6.09 ERA for the season and 1-3 with a 13.50 ERA over his last 6 starts. He has looked helpless on the mound, no control, no movement on his pitches and he has never been a power pitcher. His pitching coach has all but given up saying he has tried everything he can think about and at this point is at a loss for what to do with Mulder.

So what do you do, if his name was not Mark Mulder and he didn't make $5 Million a year, then I can tell you what would happen. He would be a new starting pitcher for the Memphis Redbirds. Or he would be slotted into their bullpen as a situational lefty and they would promote Adam Wainright to a starting pitcher role. At the beginning of the season if the Cardinals would have offered Mark Mulder for Bobby Abreau the Phillies would have most likely jumped on it. However now, I doubt they could get an outfielder from KC for him.

The Cardinals may win the NL Central on the strength of their lineup and other starting pitchers and bullpen, however they have now gauranteed themselves that they will once again spend the fall wondering what it would be like to win a Championship, because with Mulder they don't have a chance.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Poor Cubbies

I honestly for once do feel bad for the Cubs. How does a sports franchise with such a loyal fan base in one of the largest cities of the country never compete for a championship? You could say bad luck, losing stars to injuries, Bartman grabbing the ball. However at what point does the organization take the blame? First, when are they going to step up and spend money to get the stars the fans in the city deserve? St. Louis is not near the market that Chicago is and their payrolls are relatively close. Second, it is like the organization has been content with losing, as long as they fill the stands, which they know they will each year, who cares about winning, not the management at least from an outsiders perspective. Finally, talent scouts, I have heard from my Cubs friends for a long time about the talent in their minor league system, and how they have the next Randy Johnson, Steve Carlton, Tom Seaver, Lou Brock (Had to throw that in for the Cards fans) however they still don't ever seem to be able to put it together. So either one of two things is happening, they are overhyping their players- Yankees or they need better managers at the minor league level to prepare them for the majors? Again not being a fan, I don't have the answer to this question. So I ask Cub fans, when do you finally demand that your organization actually steps up to the plate and produces something other than a division championship once every 15 years or so?

Friday, June 16, 2006

Oh Jeez, here goes David Duke again….

So, the gist of the story is Geno’s, a famous Philadelphia Cheesesteak Eatery, posted a sign “This is AMERICA: WHEN ORDERING PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH.” Some protestors want Joey Vento, The owner of Geno’s, to take the sign down. After approaching the Pennsylvania government, the protestors were told that the sign is an example of free speech.,2933,198757,00.html

So, now I will get into my rant. Are you freakin’ kidding me? Isn’t this sign just stating the obvious? If you walk up to the counter at Geno’s and I order “banh mi thit voi pho mat wiz va hanh” what do you expect the man at the counter to do? By the way, that is my phonetical version of “steak sandwich with cheese wiz and onion” in Vietnamese.

It really disappoints me that in this FOXNEWS article, that the word racism is used to define this situation. Race has nothing to do with language. Nothing. However, it does not surprise me that the director of Juntos, a Hispanic neighborhood organization, tries to make this into a racist statement. The sign might be rude and th4e owner might be

I personally believe that the store owner should be able to post this sign. If he wants the line to do the wave before every order, then he should be post a sign saying this also. It might be bad for business, but it is his freakin’ business.

Anybody else want to chime in?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Finally a book that deals with the Oklahoma State plane crash

"Hancock's 'aw shucks' persona jumps off the pages.""For those who didn't know Will Hancock, this book will touch your heart. For those who did know Will Hancock, this book will caress your soul."
-- The Daily Oklahoman

After the death of his son, Will, in the 2001 airplane crash that took the lives of nine additional members of the Oklahoma State basketball team and support staff, survival became a common word in Bill Hancock's vocabulary. Bicycling was simply the method by which he chose to distract himself from his grief. But for Hancock, the 2,747-mile journey from the Pacific Coast to the Atlantic Coast became more than just a distraction. It became a pilgrimage, even if Hancock didn't realize it upon dipping his rear tire in the Pacific Ocean near Huntington Beach, California in the wee hours of a July morning.

On his two-wheel trip, Hancock battled searing heat and humidity, curious dogs, unforgiving motorists and the occasional speed bump—usually a dead armadillo. Hancock's thoughts returned to common themes: memories of his son Will, the prospect of life without Will for him and his wife, and the blue moth of grief and depression. That pesky moth fluttered around Hancock as if he was a beaming lamp pole in an empty parking lot. Some suggested Hancock cope with medication; others suggested he get back to his job as director of the NCAA men's basketball tournament as soon as possible. But, Hancock found himself a glutton for his own punishment, unable to shake that blue moth from shadowing him on each step of his everyday routine.

So, Hancock chose to battle the beast one-on-one, taking the moth on the ride of its life across America in the hopes of shaking free of its constraints. Possibly, he could lose it around a corner in one of the small towns he would traverse through: Hope, Arizona; Chickasha, Oklahoma; Onward, Mississippi; Pleasant Hill, Georgia. On a muggy August morn, Hancock dipped his front wheel into the Atlantic Ocean along the Georgia coastline of Tybee Island. The bothersome blue moth was still loitering nearby. But, by completion of the trek, the pest had taken on a new role for Hancock. The blue moth wouldn't be drowned in either ocean, or in the buckets of perspiration that Hancock shed along the highways of this country. He was with Hancock for the longer haul, and for once Hancock was okay with that.

About the AuthorBill Hancock is a grandfather, musician, writer, outdoorsman, marathon runner and former director of musical-theater productions. A graduate of the University of Oklahoma, Hancock works as an administrator of the NCAA men's basketball tournament. He also served in various administrative roles at the University of Oklahoma and the old Big Eight Conference, and so his ties throughout college sports are extensive. He has volunteered for the USOC at six summer Olympics games. This is his first book. Bill lives in Prairie Village, Kansas, with his high school sweetheart, Nicki, an award-winning high school English teacher.