But before it does, I need to maunder for a bit. About what? I don't know. But I'm the Sports Maunderer and it has been a while since I have done any maundering. So I will now. I will not cop out like Posthill and close for the summer season. I will ramble and I will do it without having a clue what I am going to ramble about. But this used to be what the Sports Maunderer was, and I need some old school reminiscience.
(BTW, as wimpy as Posthill's attempt at covering the naked posterior of zero posts was, his latest incarnation was still outrageously funny--and irreverant and insulting and probably amoral but still--outrageously funny. [however, the Federer/Nadal hell he speaks of was a little uncalled for. Just because H.R. Williams mistakes all foreigners for illegal aliens {a blight upon society that Williams thinks needs to be eradicated with chemical weapons} doesn't mean he needs to mercilessly libel them. Even though he mercilessly libels everyone not named Ronald Reagan])
The NBA is having a bad year. I mean, when you have a bad year, it is probably something like "dang, my Christmas bonus was a little smaller than I was hoping". The NBA's bad year has involved a retarded ball-switch (does no one remember that they began this year with different balls?), a reneging on said switch, a Carmelo suckerpunch, a dreadful regular season in which 1/3 of the teams thought losing was winning (and were actually right), a postseason in which the finals were played in the secound round (and won by the wrong team due to stupid suspensions, horrible officiating and things we will get to later), the finals were over before they began and drew about as many viewers as "That 70's Show" re-runs, the draft lottery ended up shipping the two jewels of the draft to places no one will ever watch them, and to top it all off, we learn that the NBA, often portrayed as league of thugs, is actually controlled by the mafia!
What a year. As Bill Simmon's points out, no one will ever watch an NBA game the same way again. Think about that. The mob determined the outcome of the 2007 postseason! Tim Donaghy might have (and the "might" can be forgotten as far as public perception goes) purposefully made incorrect calls in the pivotal third game of that series. Can you believe it?
Surely, none of the other leagues are having image problems like that, right?
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Baseball is watching this guy (yes, that is him, before and after the AEDs [acne enhancing drugs]) tear down a hallowed record while ESPN tries to decide whether to slurp him (Steve Philips) or kill him (uh... wait, no, can't think of any ESPN analyst who holds Barry in a low opinion). For that matter, this "Barry Bonds, the greatest player ever" stuff is nonsense. Completely regardless of steroids he isn't even in a sane person's top five. I understand baseball is a sport where one guy can't win a championship. But shouldn't the supposed greatest player of all time have won at least a single championship? Thought so. Ruth won. Dimaggio won. Mantle won. Of course, being a Yankee helps.
In the NFL, Michael Vick was indicted (just so you know, our beloved Chris Mortenson assured us Michael Vick would not be indicted) for trafficking in illegal dogfighting. Yikes. He could go to jail. I mean, think about that. We have had players who didn't live up to their ultra hyped potential because of injury (Ken Griffey Junior), players who didn't live up to their potential because their potential was simply never there (Ryan Leaf) and players who have not lived up to their potential because they didn't work hard enough (ironically, Vick). But have we ever had a player who didn't live up to his potential because he got thrown in jail? I am really not sure. I have never heard of anything like this before. Imagine him being thrown in jail and missing out on the prime of his playing years. Wow.
So just remember. Though life may seem dim without The Sports Maunderer pounding out articles every other day, life could be much much worse. You could be David Stern, Bud Selig, Michael Vick, or you could be mentioned in Posthill and have a last name other than Reagan.
Until I detail the greatness of Chess' Sandy Koufax, this has been
~The Sports Maunderer~
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Bring back McEnroe and/or Agassi and I will redact my tennis comments pertaining to the perpetual finals match that is Federer v. Nadal.
Amoral..eh? Still better than immoral. Or unmoral (as some say).
Also, does libel cover things not technically "printed?" I mean, you can call a blog "print," but there's no actual print involved.
Meh.
Oh, I actually read this whole post this time: it's a strange feeling.
Federer is better than McEnroe ever was.
Amoral is worse than immoral (the same way moral relativists are worse than those with incorrect morals).
I'm not sure. It isn't "printed" but it is closer than slander, which is spoken, so I stand by libel.
I always read all of your posts. Some friend you are.
heh
I'm still not sure, though it's safe to say that the choice between somebody who steps on kittens for fun and somebody who doesn't know/care if it's right or wrong is a lose-lose situation, and lose-lose is far away from the desired win-win-win that we shoot for.
Regardless of talent, until Federer starts screaming at people and freaking out, tennis just won't be nearly as interesting as it used to be back when, you know, I still didn't watch it.
See that's the thing. You wouldn't watch it ANYWAY...
Anyway I'm not talking about stepping on kittens for fun versus not being sure whether you should step on kittens. I'm saying that the guy who steps on kittens because he thinks it is the right thing to do (though he is incorrect) is less detestable than the guy who steps on kittens because he doesn't care whether or not it is right or wrong.
You can reason with the first guy. You can't reason with the second.
Indeed I am very unreasonable.
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