A clever and appropriate misspelling of Pedroia’s last name.
[Via the fine folks at OTM]
A clever and appropriate misspelling of Pedroia’s last name.
[Via the fine folks at OTM]
This time from his former college coach at ASU. It's a great read. You really get a glimpse of why he has been so successful.
It's pretty friggin' cool to see a ball player from Woodland get written up in the New York Times:
“I love him,” pitcher Tim Wakefield said. “He gets it. He plays the game hard.”
Yankees General Manager Brian Cashman said that Pedroia, who was only 130 pounds as a freshman at Arizona State, had impressed him, too.
“All he’s done is what they’ve asked of him,” Cashman said. “He’s never failed anywhere.”
While Pedroia was growing up in Woodland, Calif. [w00t!], he said his older brother and his parents constantly reminded him that, “You’ve got to play hard every day because you don’t know how long you’re going to play.”
Go Little Pedro!
Look how firmly my feet are planted on the ground as I attempt to run down the birdie. I'm like a gazelle mired in a tar pit.
As in Mathematics, I am better at theory than application.
Stolen shamelessly from Becky's MySpace page. Thanks, Becky!
My BIL, Chuck, and his girlfriend, Becky, were among the lucky few who witnessed Barry's record-setting 756th home run in person.
Says Chuck:
Easily one of the Top 3 Moments of my life.
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck… So young, so naive. Just wait until you get a dog, and he's sound asleep on the floor in front of you, and he farts really loudly, and it jolts him awake, and it scares him so badly that he runs out of the room and hides under the office desk. That will easily occupy Moments 1-7.
Auntie Darci recently gave Troy his First Giants Tee as a gift. Here is the ensuing conversation regarding team choice, in its entirety:
Me: What if he's an A's fan?
AD: He's a Giants fan.
Me: Oh.
First, there’s this:
FORT COLLINS, Colo. – Colorado State forward Xavier Kilby was arrested after he was accused of pointing a gun at teammate Ronnie Aguilar’s head, police said Monday.
And now, there’s this*:
FORT COLLINS, Colo. – A 4-year-old boy who was […] blitzed by a college football player during a game has 30 stitches in his head[…]
Best Place to Live in the U.S. my left butt cheek. Your college athletes are a bunch of gun-toting, child-beating thugs! Mr. Greenwood, you’ve got some splainin’ to do.
* Excerpt intentionally and misleadingly edited to make my faux outrage seem real.
Edit: Of course it was only a matter of time until someone YouTube’d it:
Damn.
Edit 2: YouTube video dead. Double damn.
Heh. That was fast.
Eric Musselman was fired as Kings coach after one season on the job, Kings basketball president Geoff Petrie announced Friday.
“I want to thank Eric for his engery [sic] and effort,” Petrie in a statement. “I wish him the best of luck in the future. There is no particular joy in making this decision. However, I feel it is in the best interest of everyone going forward.”
I think it was the right decision. Once Musselman got that DUI at the beginning of the season, I had a hunch that the players would lose respect for him, and, by all appearances, they did. Of course, only the players and Muss himself know what really happened during the 2006-2007 implosion.
Ah, well. Let’s hope that Petrie can find us a good coach, and fast.
Wonder what Rick Adelman is up to these days?
Sacramento Kings star Ron Artest was suspended indefinitely following his Monday morning arrest on domestic violence charges at his Loomis home.
The Kings announced Monday afternoon that the star forward has been excused from play indefinitely, though the team said it would continue to monitor any updates in the case. […]
Deputies who responded to Artest’s home found a woman who had called 911 and, after interviewing her and Artest separately, arrested the Kings player.
Artest was arrested on a charge of domestic violence and of using force or violence to prevent his victim from reporting a crime, officials said.
I don’t even know what to say about this, except, ship him the hell out of here. NOW.
That is all. Carry on.
Edit: Given how poorly the Kings played in the second half last night, and disregarding LeBron’s basketudinal prowess, I suppose the highlight of the night was the fight in the stands about 3 rows in front of us.
Some young guys who, I’m guessing, came down from the nose bleeds and sat in these empty seats, were pounding beers the entire game. In the fourth quarter, LeBron made a particularly good play, prompting one of the guys to jump up and down, spilling beer all over the guy in front of him. I guess this had happened a couple times throughout the evening. Anyway, the spillee just popped. He was a big dude, too — probably 6’4″, and well over 200 lbs.
The drunk guy never had a chance. He either sat down or was pushed down into his chair, and the big guy stood over him, just wailing away on the drunk guy’s face. He probably got in 5 or 6 uncontested shots before he stopped. I didn’t get a look at the damage to the drunk guy, but I’m sure he’s got a shiner or two this morning.
As for the big dude, well, I’m sure he’s still in the pokey right now. All he had to do was get the usher to kick these guys out, but instead, he decided to be Sheriff Vigilante T. Justice, and now he’s going to have a criminal record. Dumbass.