2008 Woodie Awards
The Sports Pile: I feel like I'm taking crazy pills
Ranting about the baseball playoffs
Will Brinson
Issue date: 10/16/07 Section: Sports
So, how 'bout them Braves? That's a line that some of our friends used to use in high school when something got awkward, and awkward is the only definition of what's gone down at the end of the 2007 Major League Baseball season. It's not even the fact that two expansion teams compromise the Championship Series of the National League or that the single most miserable city in recent sports winning history is suddenly up against the formerly most miserable city in the history of sports winning…well, actually, it is all of that, but it's also so much more. Basically nothing that we thought would happen actually came to fruition. In Dennis Green parlance, we crowned the wrong asses.
First of all, the bizarre business that we're going to see hasn't even come close to ending yet. But I've had a baseball rant brewing for some time now, and getting to watch Roger Clemens fake, er, limp his way off the mound a broken man as the Yankees fell to the Tribe just kind of got me fired up enough to write it.
But here's the thing. Look at all the losers that made the playoffs this year. The only crew of winners is the Boston F'ing Red Sox. Do you know how weird that sounds? This is the most tortured fan base in the history of sports (allegedly anyway) that we're talking about. Let's briefly touch on that pile of horse feces before we move on-does anyone in Boston realize they won eight (eight!) NBA titles in a row and have 16 of them overall? And that the Patriots are a freaking dynasty, or at least as close as you can come in today's world of free agency, parity, and salary caps? Yes, we get it. Bill Buckner let a ball slip through his legs and various other curses relating to a hot dog destroying Pinstriper that raked like no man in history. Seriously, we got it. You're all winners now. Congrats. George Dubya should just go ahead and make his final act as president to scuttlebutt all eleventy billion bandwagon Red Sox Nation fans into a pinstriped satellite and ship them … anyway you get it. The Red Sox have become the New Yankees; outspending everyone else en route to trying to purchase I mean win another World Series.
First of all, the bizarre business that we're going to see hasn't even come close to ending yet. But I've had a baseball rant brewing for some time now, and getting to watch Roger Clemens fake, er, limp his way off the mound a broken man as the Yankees fell to the Tribe just kind of got me fired up enough to write it.
But here's the thing. Look at all the losers that made the playoffs this year. The only crew of winners is the Boston F'ing Red Sox. Do you know how weird that sounds? This is the most tortured fan base in the history of sports (allegedly anyway) that we're talking about. Let's briefly touch on that pile of horse feces before we move on-does anyone in Boston realize they won eight (eight!) NBA titles in a row and have 16 of them overall? And that the Patriots are a freaking dynasty, or at least as close as you can come in today's world of free agency, parity, and salary caps? Yes, we get it. Bill Buckner let a ball slip through his legs and various other curses relating to a hot dog destroying Pinstriper that raked like no man in history. Seriously, we got it. You're all winners now. Congrats. George Dubya should just go ahead and make his final act as president to scuttlebutt all eleventy billion bandwagon Red Sox Nation fans into a pinstriped satellite and ship them … anyway you get it. The Red Sox have become the New Yankees; outspending everyone else en route to trying to purchase I mean win another World Series.
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