What a finish to the 2005 Alamo Bowl. This is prime example of why you never leave a game early. Unfortunately it was one of those coulda', if only, kind of endings.
After what was apparently a poorly officated bowl game, Michigan almost won on a hook and ladder play, that half the players in the stadium thought was dead. The officials did not even bother to throw a flag on the play, for the extra men on the field either because they didn't see the 75 extra red jerseys on the field, or because they saw the 20 extra blue ones and decided "Who cares, it's just the Alamo Bowl." I really thought it was going to turn into one of those "I actually saw it" type of moments I could brag to my friends about. Instead it was just another meaningless bowl game.
I need some playoffs!
Good Times and Crazy Times
For me the evening of December 21, 2005 will not be remembered so much for the most lopsided victory in the annual Bragging Rights game as much as for the wild evening that I experienced. Normally I don't miss the big game, but tonight we had some good times planned. Calc2 wanted to get the hook up going on with Jim Mahfood. The 40 oz. Comics creator was performing live art at the Red Sea on the loop, and Calculus wanted to do some networking.
The plan seemed to run into some hick-ups along the way, though, as family business often trumps other business. We did have Matisyahu and RJD2 to supply ample soundtrack needs for the evening. They helped smooth out and sweeten the otherwise rough spots in the evening. We found out that Eyecon was a new daddy. Rob G was in town and playing downtown. J-Toth managed to shoot a nail through his foot. Calc2's family was thinking about getting another dog. His daughter seemed destined to never go to sleep. Crazy times.
Taco Bell even wanted to make a brief cameo in the evening as a super villain of mythic proportions. How is it possible that they forget something every time you go through the drive thru. Luckily we checked the bag before we left the window. They forgot my Meximelt again. That's twice in a row they forgot a Meximelt that I had ordered, and at least the sixth time in a row that they forgot something in my order. When all was remedied, we went home. I may just give up on Taco Bell altogether. Is it really worth it?
We finally got going. We headed straight for the Red Sea. Jim Mahfood and Jose were putting up some mad artwork. DJ Pickle was working the turntables. We came around to say hi to DJ Mahf. Then the music stopped. Who kicked the plug out of the socket? Whoops. Boy I hope that wasn't me.
I tried to find a good spot to see the art as DJ Mahf took over behind the turntables. He started us off with his Jurassic 5 mix. Always good times. I found a comfortable spot to watch Mahfood do his thing. Unfortunately there was a couple of 30 year old women who blocked my view of Jose's work, but there was a cutie who was all smiles sitting off behind me. Nice. The 30 year old Buffarillas in front of me did supply some minor comedy as Mahf started digging into his less hip-hop oriented records. They absolutely LOVED! when he started to drop things like the Temptations and Boys II Men. "Finally some music I know! That incessant hip-hop was getting so tiresome. I mean it all sounds the same, right?" Whatever.
It looks like Rob G finally finished up downtown. He and Tucker arrive with the Frozen Foods crew. A series of greetings and sometimes awkward hip-hop chest hugs ensue. Apparently while at Rob G's show some tool decided to buy Tucker's CD just so he could break it in half in Tucker's face. Who does that? Someone who goes that far out of their way to symbolically declare their utter hatred for someone's art needs to realize that no one cares about their opinions. As Rob G mentioned, "These things only happen to Tucker."
The guys from Perfect Strangers hand me a newsletter and a CD. Vol. 1 Iss. 1 of On Air Magazine. This is definitely a service that St. Louis hip hop needs. Much love to the Perfect Strangers for showing much love to a hip hop scene that deserves much love. Of course, the most exciting discovery is that I finally have a copy of Serengeti's "Dennehey." Hopefully now more people can hear this masterpiece of rap love for Chicago.
Well the art continues and the turntables don't stop. Some other artists including Calc2 get to put up some art. The Doom piece that Mahfood did was probably the highlight of the artwork performed that evening. Things start to wrap up, and people disperse.
Calc2 and I head with Ben Sheppard to his place to watch the new 4 Star video. The Gonz is crazy and amazing. Eric Koston is unbelievably smooth. Japan looks like a lot of fun. How do they make it look so smooth and so easy?
We then head back to the Delmar Lounge at 2:30 where the crew is hanging out. As we come in Jim Mahfood and Danielle run off somewhere in an excited hurry. Whatever. We say high to DJ Mahf again. Then the fun really gets started. Danielle was caught allegedly tagging the vintage cigarette advertisement they had airbrushed on a back wall in the bar. Who cares? Cigarettes suck anyway. Cover it up. Use a less dangerous product to advertise and add some supposed "atmosphere" to the walls. You can call a bar anything you want, but in the end it's still a bar.
Then a team of bouncers storm the men's room:
Bouncer: What are you doing?
DJ Pickle: I'm taking a piss.
Bouncer: And what are you doing?
Sheppard: Taking pictures of my friend taking a piss.
And allegedly DJ Mahf is still performing art. "Oh wait, he's a real graffiti artist," someone chimes. Should someone get a free pass because of their apparent reputation? The bouncers apparently decide that it should not. They clear the bar for closing time leaving Danielle and Mahfood inside. Some of us hang out front waiting to see what unfolds. Calc2 thinks he has some Magic Erasers and offers to be a Good Samaritan and clear everything up for the artists. But, alas he left the Magic Erasers at home.
Then three cops show up with a paddy wagon and head inside. Then a few minutes later a fourth member of the St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department comes by and joins the fun inside. Then over the course of the next half hour we see as many as three more police cars stopped by the bar. Do they really need seven cops to take care of two alleged graffiti artists? In the entire city of St. Louis, there's really nothing better to do? There aren't any more serious crimes being committed? Shouldn't they be more concerned about suspects armed with real weapons instead of markers?
Finally at 3:30 they bring Jim and Danielle out in handcuffs. Ben Shepp snaps a few photos. The cops yell at him to stop, "You think this is funny?" Then they yell at us to clear the sidewalk because the bar is closed. Of course, since we are just inside the borders of the city, Pickle and Jose have to drive all the way downtown to try to bail out their friend. If we had been on the other side of the block, this could have been a much easier trip. In bed by 4:00 a.m. Crazy times. Am I getting too old for nights like these, or are these nights getting too old for me. At least I've got "Dennehey."
The plan seemed to run into some hick-ups along the way, though, as family business often trumps other business. We did have Matisyahu and RJD2 to supply ample soundtrack needs for the evening. They helped smooth out and sweeten the otherwise rough spots in the evening. We found out that Eyecon was a new daddy. Rob G was in town and playing downtown. J-Toth managed to shoot a nail through his foot. Calc2's family was thinking about getting another dog. His daughter seemed destined to never go to sleep. Crazy times.
Taco Bell even wanted to make a brief cameo in the evening as a super villain of mythic proportions. How is it possible that they forget something every time you go through the drive thru. Luckily we checked the bag before we left the window. They forgot my Meximelt again. That's twice in a row they forgot a Meximelt that I had ordered, and at least the sixth time in a row that they forgot something in my order. When all was remedied, we went home. I may just give up on Taco Bell altogether. Is it really worth it?
We finally got going. We headed straight for the Red Sea. Jim Mahfood and Jose were putting up some mad artwork. DJ Pickle was working the turntables. We came around to say hi to DJ Mahf. Then the music stopped. Who kicked the plug out of the socket? Whoops. Boy I hope that wasn't me.
I tried to find a good spot to see the art as DJ Mahf took over behind the turntables. He started us off with his Jurassic 5 mix. Always good times. I found a comfortable spot to watch Mahfood do his thing. Unfortunately there was a couple of 30 year old women who blocked my view of Jose's work, but there was a cutie who was all smiles sitting off behind me. Nice. The 30 year old Buffarillas in front of me did supply some minor comedy as Mahf started digging into his less hip-hop oriented records. They absolutely LOVED! when he started to drop things like the Temptations and Boys II Men. "Finally some music I know! That incessant hip-hop was getting so tiresome. I mean it all sounds the same, right?" Whatever.
It looks like Rob G finally finished up downtown. He and Tucker arrive with the Frozen Foods crew. A series of greetings and sometimes awkward hip-hop chest hugs ensue. Apparently while at Rob G's show some tool decided to buy Tucker's CD just so he could break it in half in Tucker's face. Who does that? Someone who goes that far out of their way to symbolically declare their utter hatred for someone's art needs to realize that no one cares about their opinions. As Rob G mentioned, "These things only happen to Tucker."
The guys from Perfect Strangers hand me a newsletter and a CD. Vol. 1 Iss. 1 of On Air Magazine. This is definitely a service that St. Louis hip hop needs. Much love to the Perfect Strangers for showing much love to a hip hop scene that deserves much love. Of course, the most exciting discovery is that I finally have a copy of Serengeti's "Dennehey." Hopefully now more people can hear this masterpiece of rap love for Chicago.
Well the art continues and the turntables don't stop. Some other artists including Calc2 get to put up some art. The Doom piece that Mahfood did was probably the highlight of the artwork performed that evening. Things start to wrap up, and people disperse.
Calc2 and I head with Ben Sheppard to his place to watch the new 4 Star video. The Gonz is crazy and amazing. Eric Koston is unbelievably smooth. Japan looks like a lot of fun. How do they make it look so smooth and so easy?
We then head back to the Delmar Lounge at 2:30 where the crew is hanging out. As we come in Jim Mahfood and Danielle run off somewhere in an excited hurry. Whatever. We say high to DJ Mahf again. Then the fun really gets started. Danielle was caught allegedly tagging the vintage cigarette advertisement they had airbrushed on a back wall in the bar. Who cares? Cigarettes suck anyway. Cover it up. Use a less dangerous product to advertise and add some supposed "atmosphere" to the walls. You can call a bar anything you want, but in the end it's still a bar.
Then a team of bouncers storm the men's room:
Bouncer: What are you doing?
DJ Pickle: I'm taking a piss.
Bouncer: And what are you doing?
Sheppard: Taking pictures of my friend taking a piss.
And allegedly DJ Mahf is still performing art. "Oh wait, he's a real graffiti artist," someone chimes. Should someone get a free pass because of their apparent reputation? The bouncers apparently decide that it should not. They clear the bar for closing time leaving Danielle and Mahfood inside. Some of us hang out front waiting to see what unfolds. Calc2 thinks he has some Magic Erasers and offers to be a Good Samaritan and clear everything up for the artists. But, alas he left the Magic Erasers at home.
Then three cops show up with a paddy wagon and head inside. Then a few minutes later a fourth member of the St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department comes by and joins the fun inside. Then over the course of the next half hour we see as many as three more police cars stopped by the bar. Do they really need seven cops to take care of two alleged graffiti artists? In the entire city of St. Louis, there's really nothing better to do? There aren't any more serious crimes being committed? Shouldn't they be more concerned about suspects armed with real weapons instead of markers?
Finally at 3:30 they bring Jim and Danielle out in handcuffs. Ben Shepp snaps a few photos. The cops yell at him to stop, "You think this is funny?" Then they yell at us to clear the sidewalk because the bar is closed. Of course, since we are just inside the borders of the city, Pickle and Jose have to drive all the way downtown to try to bail out their friend. If we had been on the other side of the block, this could have been a much easier trip. In bed by 4:00 a.m. Crazy times. Am I getting too old for nights like these, or are these nights getting too old for me. At least I've got "Dennehey."
Comedy on Ice
Apparently after waiving free agent bust Patrick Lalime and losing Curtis Sanford to a hip-flexor injury, the St. Louis Blues were left with goalie Jason Bacashihua to man the nets for the Blues Saturday against the Flyers. Bacashihua made his first ever start in goal in the NHL. It did not go well. His backup, Chris Beckford-Tseu, had to fly in from Alaska of the ECHL. He arrived an hour before the game. If he had not arrived on time, the Blues were ready to dress St. Charles County police officer Bill Muller to be their back up net minder.
I wonder if Officer Muller is one of the members of the St. Charles Police force who gets to hang out in Olde Saint Charles on a horse. Maybe if the Blues want to pull in some more business, they can put Officer Muller in full goalie gear on the horse and bring them out to watch the goal for a night. For good measure that would certainly piss PETA off, which is always good. We can always dream.
I wonder if Officer Muller is one of the members of the St. Charles Police force who gets to hang out in Olde Saint Charles on a horse. Maybe if the Blues want to pull in some more business, they can put Officer Muller in full goalie gear on the horse and bring them out to watch the goal for a night. For good measure that would certainly piss PETA off, which is always good. We can always dream.
40 Card Shuffle
I am watching the 2004 World Series Cardinals disappear. Apparently we don't have enough money. Our 40 man roster is getting a shake up. My playoff hopes seem to be getting the shake down. I don't know what the Cardinals' plans are for the coming season, but hopefully it will lead to more wins. It just seems like we can't ever get the players we want. Yes we have a lot of money tied up in players like Albert Pujols, Jim Edmonds, and Scott Rolen, and I'm not complaining about that. When their healthy, they simply murder. We saw that in 2003 when they all finished in the top 5 in the MVP race. They need help though.
What doesn't make a lot of sense to me, though is how we're handling the pitching staff. We obviously need bullpen help, and we let Julian Tavarez go. As crazy as he may be, he still pitched. I won't forget the 2004 playoffs when he broke his hand hitting the phone, but I also won't forget how he came back a few days later and pitched. It was a valiant performance. I will agree that Al Reyes won the setup man position from him last year, but we don't have Al Reyes this year. Injuries stink, but Julian Tavarez doesn't.
I want to see Anthony Reyes in the starting rotation next season. I like Jason Marquis. He has shown that he is good enough. Yes he griped a little about going to the bullpen, but he's good. How soon we forget that the only two pitchers that pitched well against the Red Sox in the World Series were Marquis and Danny Haren. He's young and cocky, and he can throw it 96 mph. Put him in there.
For the outfield, give me So, Jim, and what about Juan Encarnacion. He's good. He'd be great. I don't understand why there hasn't been more talk about him. Get him in St. Louis. I want to win the World Series. The Curse of Keith Hernandez must be erased.
What doesn't make a lot of sense to me, though is how we're handling the pitching staff. We obviously need bullpen help, and we let Julian Tavarez go. As crazy as he may be, he still pitched. I won't forget the 2004 playoffs when he broke his hand hitting the phone, but I also won't forget how he came back a few days later and pitched. It was a valiant performance. I will agree that Al Reyes won the setup man position from him last year, but we don't have Al Reyes this year. Injuries stink, but Julian Tavarez doesn't.
I want to see Anthony Reyes in the starting rotation next season. I like Jason Marquis. He has shown that he is good enough. Yes he griped a little about going to the bullpen, but he's good. How soon we forget that the only two pitchers that pitched well against the Red Sox in the World Series were Marquis and Danny Haren. He's young and cocky, and he can throw it 96 mph. Put him in there.
For the outfield, give me So, Jim, and what about Juan Encarnacion. He's good. He'd be great. I don't understand why there hasn't been more talk about him. Get him in St. Louis. I want to win the World Series. The Curse of Keith Hernandez must be erased.
QB of the Future?
I work at a summer camp with Ryan Fitzpatrick. Not the Harvard graduate who led the Rams to victory on Sunday, just a guy. He's a nice guy, and I can only assume that this new rookie quarterback is a nice guy too. Wouldn't it be nice if the world worked this way sometimes. I guess everything can't be perfect. That would be like saying that people who were born while the sun rose under a certain constellation were all alike. Crazy.
But the world is interesting and different and, at times, a little crazy and coincidental.
But this isn't about my friend Ryan Fitzpatrick, this is about football. The Ram's rookie looked good. That isn't easy to do in the Ram's offense. It's complicated. Just ask Scott Covington. Mr. Fitzpatrick just came in and did the job. Of course, we were playing the Texans, but somehow we were down 20 points to the Texans. Then Fitz saved the day. I love bandwagons just as much as the next guy, but Marc Bulger is still our quarterback until further notice. A dependable backup can be a commodity, though. Welcome to the Rams, Fitz. I hope you have fun.
But the world is interesting and different and, at times, a little crazy and coincidental.
But this isn't about my friend Ryan Fitzpatrick, this is about football. The Ram's rookie looked good. That isn't easy to do in the Ram's offense. It's complicated. Just ask Scott Covington. Mr. Fitzpatrick just came in and did the job. Of course, we were playing the Texans, but somehow we were down 20 points to the Texans. Then Fitz saved the day. I love bandwagons just as much as the next guy, but Marc Bulger is still our quarterback until further notice. A dependable backup can be a commodity, though. Welcome to the Rams, Fitz. I hope you have fun.
What Happened?
It was not long ago that everything was right in St. Louis. We have seen so many flashes of brilliance and so much promise, yet it all seems to be going away.
Yes the Cardinals are winning, but as any Red Sox fan will tell you it can hurt just as much when you seem to get so close without going all the way. Although it would be wrong to compare the death of Busch Stadium to other more painful tragedies in recent memory (Darryl Kile and Jack Buck), it was supposed to be a farewell party with fireworks and rings and trophies. Instead we said goodbye wondering where the pop went and why Tony Larussa can't win in the playoffs.
Now the wrecking ball seems to be crushing more than steel and concrete of Busch Stadium. The Greatest Show on Turf left town, with the ring leader, Mike Martz, worn down and exiled. I guess it takes a lot out of you to save a dying franchise. When the Rams came to town they were worse than mediocre. At least Martz kept things exciting. Even if the circus was more exciting off the field, at least it was exciting and people were talking about it.
The Blues used to be good. 25 straight years. Sure we never won it all, but we played good hockey. Now no one wants to by a dying franchise that is not only losing money, but now losing games too.
Mizzou was supposed to be on the way up with Quin "Call me Coach" Snyder. Rickey Paulding and Arthur Johnson were supposed to carry us to the Final Four. Instead the Ricky Clemens drama and Quin Snyder's inability to find and develop a good point guard cost them their chances of making the tournament, and Paulding's chances of being a lottery pick.
And will SLU ever be able to recruit another Larry Hughes, or a Justin Love, or a Marquee Perry, or even another Donnie Dobbs? And who could possibly be interested in those great new conference rivalries with Fordham and La Salle?
At least Larry Hughes is having a good year in Cleveland, but that's only consolation for me. Everyone else in this town seems to hate the NBA. I say fine. Don't watch the most talented athletes in the world. All the more for me.
So here's what we need to do. No one wants to buy the Blues and Savvis center? Well, I do. St. Louis needs to buy back it's hockey team. We should be proud to bleed blue. St. Louis should want to care about their hockey team again. It should not be the league door stop.
No I don't have $100 million, but if we all pitched in, we could find it. There are over 2.5 million people in the St. Louis metropolitan area, and between all of us, I think we can come up with that kind of cash. I'm sure that there are probably enough die hard hockey fans in St. Louis, that we could all buy the team. With a few heavy investments from some rich folk, and enough people to get a start, we could buy the team. If Green Bay can do it, certainly we can. And if we own the team, we'll fill the seats, because we own it.
And what's $100 million to 2.5 million people. Obviously not everyone here is a hockey fan, but if even one fifth of the people here put up $200 each, we would have enough. Let's buy the Blues because once we have the Blues, we can might be able to figure out how to stop singing the blues.
Yes the Cardinals are winning, but as any Red Sox fan will tell you it can hurt just as much when you seem to get so close without going all the way. Although it would be wrong to compare the death of Busch Stadium to other more painful tragedies in recent memory (Darryl Kile and Jack Buck), it was supposed to be a farewell party with fireworks and rings and trophies. Instead we said goodbye wondering where the pop went and why Tony Larussa can't win in the playoffs.
Now the wrecking ball seems to be crushing more than steel and concrete of Busch Stadium. The Greatest Show on Turf left town, with the ring leader, Mike Martz, worn down and exiled. I guess it takes a lot out of you to save a dying franchise. When the Rams came to town they were worse than mediocre. At least Martz kept things exciting. Even if the circus was more exciting off the field, at least it was exciting and people were talking about it.
The Blues used to be good. 25 straight years. Sure we never won it all, but we played good hockey. Now no one wants to by a dying franchise that is not only losing money, but now losing games too.
Mizzou was supposed to be on the way up with Quin "Call me Coach" Snyder. Rickey Paulding and Arthur Johnson were supposed to carry us to the Final Four. Instead the Ricky Clemens drama and Quin Snyder's inability to find and develop a good point guard cost them their chances of making the tournament, and Paulding's chances of being a lottery pick.
And will SLU ever be able to recruit another Larry Hughes, or a Justin Love, or a Marquee Perry, or even another Donnie Dobbs? And who could possibly be interested in those great new conference rivalries with Fordham and La Salle?
At least Larry Hughes is having a good year in Cleveland, but that's only consolation for me. Everyone else in this town seems to hate the NBA. I say fine. Don't watch the most talented athletes in the world. All the more for me.
So here's what we need to do. No one wants to buy the Blues and Savvis center? Well, I do. St. Louis needs to buy back it's hockey team. We should be proud to bleed blue. St. Louis should want to care about their hockey team again. It should not be the league door stop.
No I don't have $100 million, but if we all pitched in, we could find it. There are over 2.5 million people in the St. Louis metropolitan area, and between all of us, I think we can come up with that kind of cash. I'm sure that there are probably enough die hard hockey fans in St. Louis, that we could all buy the team. With a few heavy investments from some rich folk, and enough people to get a start, we could buy the team. If Green Bay can do it, certainly we can. And if we own the team, we'll fill the seats, because we own it.
And what's $100 million to 2.5 million people. Obviously not everyone here is a hockey fan, but if even one fifth of the people here put up $200 each, we would have enough. Let's buy the Blues because once we have the Blues, we can might be able to figure out how to stop singing the blues.
Curtis Sanford, You're My Hero!
What more can I say? Mr. Sanford is giving spreading hope and joy to the St. Louis area. Maybe we can salvage this season.
"Drugs are bad, mmmkay."
I am trying to recover after reading ESPN the Magazine's article on steroids in baseball. It's all there. Steroids getting cast aside as a non-issue when other things were taking up media space. MLB turning a blind eye when anyone and everyone was hitting homeruns in bunches and then having their oversized muscles fall off of their bones or their overworked tendons snap like Mike Tyson at a press conference. Why did they turn a blind eye? Because fans were coming back to the game after they lost interest because of the strike. Or because they did not want to tarnish the image of McGwire and Sosa. Well both of them survived quite well didn't they?
Whether it's Andro or cork or stealing signs or gambling, baseball players cheat. Obviously there are still honest people in baseball, but we live in a culture that encourages people to get ahead at all costs. Kids today go to school seeing cheating and plagiarizing as the norm. I had a friend in college who could barely read because he had friends who would do his homework and write his papers for him all through high school. They all figure that as long as they don't get caught, it's a victimless crime.
Except everyone becomes a victim eventually. The people who don't cheat don't get the credit they deserve for their talents. The cheaters don't learn, or get hurt, or get caught, depending upon the arena or the situation. The world has to waste money in ways to train people to catch cheaters, test people for drugs, and hope that they don't except a bribe or something to look the other way because once again our culture is embedded with a cheater's mentality. It sucks.
Major League Baseball dug their own grave on this one. McGwire, Bonds, Giambi, Sosa, Palmeiro, all of them are going to get into the hall of fame. Why? Because they cheated. Everyone knows it, but it is too late to prove it. And baseball can't do anything about it. Roger Maris is still the record holder for most home runs in a season. Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth are still the only player who have hit 700 or more home runs in their careers.
Mark McGwire was my hero. I still remember where I was when I saw number 62. We were playing Tekken 3 in Chris and Jared's room across the hall, and either Justin and I would be checking the TV in our room for when McGwire was coming up to bat. Then it happened. It barely made it. It was his shortest homer of the year. And now it is just another symbol of all that is wrong with sports. I'm almost glad that the 62 in left field won't be there anymore with the new stadium being built. And Jim Edmonds did the right thing by getting it down and taking it to Big Mac. Now he can be reminded everyday of how he broke America's heart. I still love baseball, and I still love the Cardinals, but there is a black spot hanging over the past two decades that will never be clear.
Of course after reading what Victor Conte thinks about the new steroid policy in baseball, that dark spot may still be hovering over the sport today.
Whether it's Andro or cork or stealing signs or gambling, baseball players cheat. Obviously there are still honest people in baseball, but we live in a culture that encourages people to get ahead at all costs. Kids today go to school seeing cheating and plagiarizing as the norm. I had a friend in college who could barely read because he had friends who would do his homework and write his papers for him all through high school. They all figure that as long as they don't get caught, it's a victimless crime.
Except everyone becomes a victim eventually. The people who don't cheat don't get the credit they deserve for their talents. The cheaters don't learn, or get hurt, or get caught, depending upon the arena or the situation. The world has to waste money in ways to train people to catch cheaters, test people for drugs, and hope that they don't except a bribe or something to look the other way because once again our culture is embedded with a cheater's mentality. It sucks.
Major League Baseball dug their own grave on this one. McGwire, Bonds, Giambi, Sosa, Palmeiro, all of them are going to get into the hall of fame. Why? Because they cheated. Everyone knows it, but it is too late to prove it. And baseball can't do anything about it. Roger Maris is still the record holder for most home runs in a season. Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth are still the only player who have hit 700 or more home runs in their careers.
Mark McGwire was my hero. I still remember where I was when I saw number 62. We were playing Tekken 3 in Chris and Jared's room across the hall, and either Justin and I would be checking the TV in our room for when McGwire was coming up to bat. Then it happened. It barely made it. It was his shortest homer of the year. And now it is just another symbol of all that is wrong with sports. I'm almost glad that the 62 in left field won't be there anymore with the new stadium being built. And Jim Edmonds did the right thing by getting it down and taking it to Big Mac. Now he can be reminded everyday of how he broke America's heart. I still love baseball, and I still love the Cardinals, but there is a black spot hanging over the past two decades that will never be clear.
Of course after reading what Victor Conte thinks about the new steroid policy in baseball, that dark spot may still be hovering over the sport today.
At Least Pronger is Happy
I was hanging out with my friends from the Frozen Food Section backstage at the pageant last night. It was a good time. Great music. Great art. Crazy excitement. Only one dark spot hovered over an otherwise profitable and fun evening: the Blues. They lost at home 7-2 to Chris Pronger's new team the Edmonton Oilers. And although Pronger did not score any points last night, you know he was happy. The Blues should have never let him go.
Sure long term contracts can look like debt to a prospective buyer for a team for sale, but any fan of the game should be able to understand what Chris Pronger brings to the table. Wins should look great for a team for sale. They bring excitement and money. No one wants to see a losing team. Chris Pronger was a winner. He has proven his worth after the Brendan Shanahan trade. Coupled with removing the captaincy from Brett Hull, they accounted for the only two good decisions he made during his tumultuous tenure in St. Louis.
The Blues are not winners right now. After losing two of the top five defensemen in the NHL, they have fallen apart. Their new goalie stinks, but it does not help that he gets no help from our porous defense. Dallas Drake is a gritty captain, but he can't save this ship. The Blues right now are the worst team and the league, and there does not appear to be any hope insight. As Tucker Booth so eloquently stated, "The Blues are like the Cardinals would be if they had spent a year playing with themselves in Canada."
Sure long term contracts can look like debt to a prospective buyer for a team for sale, but any fan of the game should be able to understand what Chris Pronger brings to the table. Wins should look great for a team for sale. They bring excitement and money. No one wants to see a losing team. Chris Pronger was a winner. He has proven his worth after the Brendan Shanahan trade. Coupled with removing the captaincy from Brett Hull, they accounted for the only two good decisions he made during his tumultuous tenure in St. Louis.
The Blues are not winners right now. After losing two of the top five defensemen in the NHL, they have fallen apart. Their new goalie stinks, but it does not help that he gets no help from our porous defense. Dallas Drake is a gritty captain, but he can't save this ship. The Blues right now are the worst team and the league, and there does not appear to be any hope insight. As Tucker Booth so eloquently stated, "The Blues are like the Cardinals would be if they had spent a year playing with themselves in Canada."
Halloween Heart
I am happy for the Rams. I am happy for Coach Vitt. I am happy for Steven Jackson. Things are finally looking up at Rams Park. Sports are so weird sometimes. Games that are so tied to statistics, usually breakdown to something more. Joe Vitt used the movie Gladiator to rally the troops. This may seem silly, but in sports sometimes the smallest things can make the big differences.
I will always love Mike Martz and the excitement he brought to St. Louis every year and every week, but sometimes it was not the good kind of excitement. He is a great X's and O's guy, but he always seemed aloof and unexciteable. He never seemed able to instill the passion for the game needed to win the game. He obviously had it, but he could not communicate it.
As we may be seeing more as this season progresses, it is more about the heart than the head. Which is slightly ironic given that both Martz and Vitt had heart operations this season. But when players and coaches believe in their hearts that they can do something, it can be much more powerful than whatever is running through their minds.
It may be cheesy, but so is Gladiator. That worked.
I will always love Mike Martz and the excitement he brought to St. Louis every year and every week, but sometimes it was not the good kind of excitement. He is a great X's and O's guy, but he always seemed aloof and unexciteable. He never seemed able to instill the passion for the game needed to win the game. He obviously had it, but he could not communicate it.
As we may be seeing more as this season progresses, it is more about the heart than the head. Which is slightly ironic given that both Martz and Vitt had heart operations this season. But when players and coaches believe in their hearts that they can do something, it can be much more powerful than whatever is running through their minds.
It may be cheesy, but so is Gladiator. That worked.
I've Got the Blues
Once again we have left another baseball season with not much more than hope about next year. While Jocketty tinkers with the pitching staff and the outfield, we have nothing left to do for the winter. The Rams are in trouble again, and I wish only the best to Mike Martz. (I still give him most of the credit for turning this franchise around. Dick Vermeil is a cry baby.) Jamie Martin may know the offense, but that does not make him a good quarterback. Mizzou seems to be wasting another year. Our friend Brad Smith may just go down as another athletic, exciting to watch quarterback without the requisite skills to be a quarterback in the NFL. I guess he could become the next Hines Ward, but sometimes I feel like he could have been so much more.
And don't get me started about Mizzou basketball. Self-Proclaimed "Coach" Snyder did not build a new basketball stadium, the Walton fortune did. It can be a gray area, but maybe "Coach" just forgot that he got in trouble with the NCAA and has missed the tournament the past two years. Is it any wonder the new arena almost got named after a cheating failiure? Maybe he did build the new arena. Maybe it will fall on his oversized head. But I digress.
So all that I am left with, besides short interludes of St. Louisan Larry Hughes playing with King James on national TV, is The Blues. And since in St. Louis the NBA doesn't exist anyway, all I really have is the Blues.
The Blues are in an interesting place right now. The team is for sale. The current owners are trying to do everything they can to convince people that a hockey team can be profitable in the US, by cutting costs and trying to get rid of any unnecessary debt (read: no new long-term contracts). Where this leaves us is with a scrappy team that will probably miss the playoffs this year. To some this may not seem like a big deal, except that the Blues have been in the playoffs each of the past 25 years. I am of a generation of hockey fans that have never seen the Blues miss the playoffs. That's crazy. I'm 25 years old!
We may get to test a prevalent sports theory which entails that you must go through a rebuilding process in order to win it all. During the 25 year stretch, and actually during the entire history of St. Louis hockey, we have never won a Stanley Cup. So the question becomes do we need the requisite bad years to get the high draft picks needed to develop a core of strong young bucks to carry this franchise into the next stage of Blues hockey, which theoretically will bring a Cup through the Gateway to the West?
I don't know if there is a definitive answer to this. During this stretch we weren't always mediocre. We won a President's Cup, only to lose in the first round of the playoffs to those dirty San Jose Sharks, and we have progressed twice to the Conference Finals. We have had our share of talented players come through St. Louis, including, since I have been following them: Brett Hull, Scott Stevens, Curtis Joseph, Adam Oates, Brendan Shanahan, Wayne Gretzky, Chris Pronger, Al MacInnis, Pavol Demitra, Grant Fuhr, Keith Tkatchuk, Doug Weight, and Barrett Jackman. These came with a few notable awards, including two Hart Awards, two Norris trophies, a Calder, and two Lady Byngs. (Speaking of which, do players get ribbed about winning the Lady Byng award? Do opposing players check them into the boards and say things like "You gonna cry, you big girl," or "Wow, I just checked the bearded lady!") But anyway, there were a few years where we were one of the top teams in the league, but things just didn't come together for us. Whether because of injury, or because the stars weren't aligned well (both on the ice and in the sky) we just could never put it together.
Although we lost some guys, I see some hope. We seem to be figuring out the new rules, and Lalime seems to be getting more comfortable. My hope is, squeak into the playoffs, get bought by someone who cares about hockey and wants to win and wants to stay in Saint Louis even after the current lease on the stadium is up, keep the streak going, and add a Stanley Cup sometime soon. Will all this happen? Probably not. Am I going to keep hope alive anyway? You're damn right I am.
Go Blues.
And don't get me started about Mizzou basketball. Self-Proclaimed "Coach" Snyder did not build a new basketball stadium, the Walton fortune did. It can be a gray area, but maybe "Coach" just forgot that he got in trouble with the NCAA and has missed the tournament the past two years. Is it any wonder the new arena almost got named after a cheating failiure? Maybe he did build the new arena. Maybe it will fall on his oversized head. But I digress.
So all that I am left with, besides short interludes of St. Louisan Larry Hughes playing with King James on national TV, is The Blues. And since in St. Louis the NBA doesn't exist anyway, all I really have is the Blues.
The Blues are in an interesting place right now. The team is for sale. The current owners are trying to do everything they can to convince people that a hockey team can be profitable in the US, by cutting costs and trying to get rid of any unnecessary debt (read: no new long-term contracts). Where this leaves us is with a scrappy team that will probably miss the playoffs this year. To some this may not seem like a big deal, except that the Blues have been in the playoffs each of the past 25 years. I am of a generation of hockey fans that have never seen the Blues miss the playoffs. That's crazy. I'm 25 years old!
We may get to test a prevalent sports theory which entails that you must go through a rebuilding process in order to win it all. During the 25 year stretch, and actually during the entire history of St. Louis hockey, we have never won a Stanley Cup. So the question becomes do we need the requisite bad years to get the high draft picks needed to develop a core of strong young bucks to carry this franchise into the next stage of Blues hockey, which theoretically will bring a Cup through the Gateway to the West?
I don't know if there is a definitive answer to this. During this stretch we weren't always mediocre. We won a President's Cup, only to lose in the first round of the playoffs to those dirty San Jose Sharks, and we have progressed twice to the Conference Finals. We have had our share of talented players come through St. Louis, including, since I have been following them: Brett Hull, Scott Stevens, Curtis Joseph, Adam Oates, Brendan Shanahan, Wayne Gretzky, Chris Pronger, Al MacInnis, Pavol Demitra, Grant Fuhr, Keith Tkatchuk, Doug Weight, and Barrett Jackman. These came with a few notable awards, including two Hart Awards, two Norris trophies, a Calder, and two Lady Byngs. (Speaking of which, do players get ribbed about winning the Lady Byng award? Do opposing players check them into the boards and say things like "You gonna cry, you big girl," or "Wow, I just checked the bearded lady!") But anyway, there were a few years where we were one of the top teams in the league, but things just didn't come together for us. Whether because of injury, or because the stars weren't aligned well (both on the ice and in the sky) we just could never put it together.
Although we lost some guys, I see some hope. We seem to be figuring out the new rules, and Lalime seems to be getting more comfortable. My hope is, squeak into the playoffs, get bought by someone who cares about hockey and wants to win and wants to stay in Saint Louis even after the current lease on the stadium is up, keep the streak going, and add a Stanley Cup sometime soon. Will all this happen? Probably not. Am I going to keep hope alive anyway? You're damn right I am.
Go Blues.
New Era
Well, as a sports fan, and specifically as a St. Louis sports fan, today is filled with mixed emotions. I agonized once again as my favorite baseball team, the St. Louis Cardinals lost in the playoffs. The last time they won the World Series was in 1982, before I was old enough to realize what the difference was between a ball and a box. The first time I remember them in the World Series was when they lost in 1987, when I was not in St. Louis yet, and I thought that Kirby Puckett was cool. Sometimes I feel bad about this fact, but then I remember that it's just sports, and Kirby Puckett was pretty cool.
Now, though, not only is the Curse of Keith Hernandez still haunting the franchise, but we also have to say goodbye to Busch Stadium. Once criticized for being another one of the "cookie cutter" stadiums, Busch Stadium has become one of the most beloved havens for baseball fans in the country. After converting it to a full time baseball stadium, (it had shared time with such things as the St. Louis football Cardinals, the Beatles, and REO Speedwagon) and taking out the awful astro-turf, and adding a few upgrades and modern amenities, the stadium had really become quite a place. Fun for kids, beloved by true sports fans, enjoyed by everyone, it was great. Even after all the other "cookie cutter" stadiums (of which Busch Stadium was the first) were torn down, Busch Stadium seemed to be getting better.
Now it will be gone. The plans for the new stadium look nice. It's supposed to have more "good" seats. And there are plans in the works for a Stadium Plaza that hopefully will benefit a struggling downtown area. It will also take over the name Busch Stadium. To me it will always be the New Busch Stadium, even when it is old and cracked. However, that is better than some of the new corporate names that are out there.
I have some fond memories of Busch. I saw the Wizard do a few back flips there. I saw Big Mac hammer some balls. I saw the Great Albert Pujols play. I heckled Rickey Henderson. Ben Clark and I tried and failed to get some autographs from Orel Hershieser and Tommy Lasorda once when the Dodgers came to town. I booed Kenny Lofton in the playoffs. I learned how to use a scorecard there. I even witnessed a few baseball miracles. It was pretty cool.
Next year will be a new chapter for St. Louis. New ballpark, probably some new faces. And even though we missed out on a championship this year, maybe next year we can bring it home.
Now, though, not only is the Curse of Keith Hernandez still haunting the franchise, but we also have to say goodbye to Busch Stadium. Once criticized for being another one of the "cookie cutter" stadiums, Busch Stadium has become one of the most beloved havens for baseball fans in the country. After converting it to a full time baseball stadium, (it had shared time with such things as the St. Louis football Cardinals, the Beatles, and REO Speedwagon) and taking out the awful astro-turf, and adding a few upgrades and modern amenities, the stadium had really become quite a place. Fun for kids, beloved by true sports fans, enjoyed by everyone, it was great. Even after all the other "cookie cutter" stadiums (of which Busch Stadium was the first) were torn down, Busch Stadium seemed to be getting better.
Now it will be gone. The plans for the new stadium look nice. It's supposed to have more "good" seats. And there are plans in the works for a Stadium Plaza that hopefully will benefit a struggling downtown area. It will also take over the name Busch Stadium. To me it will always be the New Busch Stadium, even when it is old and cracked. However, that is better than some of the new corporate names that are out there.
I have some fond memories of Busch. I saw the Wizard do a few back flips there. I saw Big Mac hammer some balls. I saw the Great Albert Pujols play. I heckled Rickey Henderson. Ben Clark and I tried and failed to get some autographs from Orel Hershieser and Tommy Lasorda once when the Dodgers came to town. I booed Kenny Lofton in the playoffs. I learned how to use a scorecard there. I even witnessed a few baseball miracles. It was pretty cool.
Next year will be a new chapter for St. Louis. New ballpark, probably some new faces. And even though we missed out on a championship this year, maybe next year we can bring it home.
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