So Jon Lester had a chance to be part of something, well, orange-y, and passed to be a Cub of all things, which is causing many Giant fans to do what they did when Pablo Sandoval signed with Boston – namely, say, “Gee, we’re lucky we didn’t get stuck with him.”
Yeah, that’s the spirit. It’s always good when you never get the guy you want. What is this, Christmas in the Bizarro World? Do you ask for a pony hoping you get a soiled Kleenex? Do you pay close attention to the Cold Stove League? Ick. You people are a disaster.
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So Cam Newton began the year with broken ribs and ends it with a broken back. After urging him to get better and not get hurt any longer, I would say that would make him the frontrunner for 2015 Comeback Player of the Year, though I continue to maintain that is the worst award in all of sports.
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The news that the Baseball Writers Association of America, of which against all sense I am a member in good standing, has recommended a change in the new restrictive voting rules (limit still 10, time limit 10 years, down from 15) to make the limit 12. There are other good ideas, like Derrick Goold’s (a binary ballot with a yes or no next to every name) and Buster Olney’s (a middle finger up to the ballot until the rules are changed), but my position is somewhat different.
Every time a Hall of Famer is voted in, one has to come out. I mean, if the Hall is becoming too crowded to accommodate the current flood of qualified candidates, let’s clear out some of that dead wood (or dead calcified remains, if you must). If Babe Ruth must make way for Edgar Martinez, well, screw Babe Ruth, I guess. I mean, what’s he going to do about it – haunt you?
This will create much bitching and yelling, of course, which is supposed to be its own virtue in these yell-until-the-other-guy-turns-blue world in which we live. But if you want to point out the inherent stupidity of something, the best way has always been to take it to its logical extreme, and I can think of fewer extremes more extreme than those.
Except maybe this:
How about we clean out all the dead guys so that we can make room for the shiny new living ones. That way, a crowded broom closet of 306 plaques can be reduced to a much more manageable and spacious 66. We could do that, too.
Or we could just admit that the Hall of Fame isn’t crowded except in the minds of those players already in and just declare an amnesty vote: “Okay, one time, and one time only, vote for as many as you want. No limit. Enjoy yourselves.” You get a true(r) count and there’s a lot less sniveling among adults who really ought to be able to know better.
But apparently don’t.
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Now that was a huge upset win for the San Jose Sharks Tuesday night, beating the dreadful Edmonton Oilers at home and temporarily delaying their relentless march to disprove the strength of schedule theory all by themselvesby losing only to crap teams while beating good ones.
Okay, maybe not all by themselves. There’s also Michigan basketball, which just doubled down on its loss to New Jersey Institute of Technology by losing 45-42 to eastern Michigan. Fans are already demanding that Brady Hoke be fired a second time.
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And finally, a soccer fan on Reddit named Shahyar has seized on an idea whose time may have come for all sports – the Fallon d’Floor.
It’s like the Ballon D’or, FIFA’s version of the MVP, only it salutes the player who took the most egregious dive of the year. The rules, which are still being worked out, are for important matches only (no friendlies), for dives that were not punished on the field at the time but have a clear enough video for verification.
So even if you hate soccer (Dan Shaughnessy), this is an idea that should be adapted – even more so than the paint officials use to mark off fouls. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’d be way down for Joey Crawford spray-painting Stan Van Gundy just on G.P.