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Laughing ‘Till it Hurts at Half-Time of the Bomber Game

The Bombers are trailing 17-5 at the half against a really lousy Toronto Argonauts team and I have to admit, I feel bad for Bombers head coach Paul LaPolice.

Not only is he Jeff Reinebold without the whimsy, but he’s lost his quarterback, his offense can’t do much of anything and his field goal team team has just been scorched for 108 yards and a touchdown. Maybe Alex Brink will pull off a miracle in the second half because, goodness, gracious, Eden Prairie High School might have been the best team to play at Canad Inns Stadium this year.

It’s amazing, you know. Not just here in Winnipeg, where a 4-12 record beckons (yes, we called 4-14 at the beginning of the season), but all over the 1,000-channel universe, sports has been more fun than a barrel of Mike Kelly radio interviews. From a quarterback who texts pictures of his junk to suite hostesses to helmet-to-helmet hits to the CFL’s decision to remove players from games who wear pink, to fans disguised as seats in Phoenix,  Planet Sports just gets loonier every day.

For instance:

(1) The Onion reports this week that the NFL will fine Monday Night Football for its helmet-to-helmet smash in the pre-game musical intro. Read it here: http://www.theonion.com/articles/nfl-fines-monday-night-football-for-helmettohelmet,18312/ I’m still laughing and it sheds all the light you need on the NFL’s sudden fear of head injuries.

(2) When the Texas Rangers eliminated the New York Yankees from post-season play on Friday night, I found it interesting that the final out was the Yanks Alex Rodriguez being called out on a third strike. I was surprised there wasn’t a riot.

It was Cleveland Indians play-by-play announcer Tom Hamilton who said this year, “No wonder Yankees and Red Sox games last four hours all the time. Every time a Yankee or Red Sox player has a strike called against him it’s like an affront to his senses. Every one of them steps out and argues on every single called strike. These games take forever because the umpires won’t say ‘Shut up and get back in the box.’”

Hamilton is right. There is nothing more annoying than watching the Yankees whine about every called strike (except maybe watching Daryl Johnston on an NFL telecast without a mute button). Games take forever because the umpires are too frightened of or awestruck by the Yankees’ pinstripes. When A-Rod went down on a called strike, the Rangers started to celebrate, the umpires walked off the field and A-Rod had no one to complain to.

It was a moment of pure baseball Zen.

(3) Rod Black just said the Bombers have the wind at their back to start the third quarter. Then he said Bomber punter Mike Renaud was kicking into the wind.

Right now, the wind is out of the east at 11 kilometres per hour. Canad Inns Stadium runs north/south.

Honey, where’s the remote, I need to find that mute button.

(4) This week, the Phoenix Coyotes played a National Hockey League game in front of 6,700 people. On the same night the Manitoba Moose played an American Hockey League game in front of 6,100.

When is Gary Bettman just going to admit that it’s over in Phoenix? Last year, Coyotes president Doug Moss said to my face, “I believe that if we put a winner on the ice here, people will come.” Moss — a tremendous hockey mind and a great guy — was fired, the Coyotes started winning and still, nobody bothered to drive to that rink out in the middle of nowhere.

We all know that the NHL won’t return to Winnipeg until Bettman has completely exhausted all of his options in Phoenix. Of course, if he finds someone with a billion dollars and a brain larger than a walnut to buy that team,  and keep it in the Arizona desert, he’ll be the greatest snake oil salesman in American history.

(5) Yes, I know it’s only pre-season, but I love watching the Cleveland Cavaliers win and the Miami Heat lose.

Sure, reality sets in on Tuesday when the regular season begins, but for now, watching LeBron score 30 and still lose gives me hope for the future of mankind.

(6) BTW, Montreal Alouettes head coach, Marc Trestman, the former Golden Gophers quarterback, would make a great coach at the University of Minnesota.

We’ll be back with a Bomber update in about an hour.

BOMBER POST SCIRPT

Final score: Toronto 27 Winnipeg 8.

The season is over for the Bombers. They’re 4-12 and all playoff hope is gone.

On the up-side, they probably have more built-in excuses than any losing team in history. In order:

(1) It’s Mike Kelly’s fault. He damaged the brand.

(2) Oh, damn, Buck Pierce got hurt.

(3) It’s the referee’s fault.

(4) It’s Steven Jyles fault.

(5) It’s Alex Brink’s fault.

(6) Oh damn, Steven Jyles got hurt.

(7) Oh damn, Alex Brink got hurt.

(8) It’s Joey Elliott’s fault.

Now that the Winnipeg mainstream media’s darlings are 4-12, Mike Kelly looks pretty good doesn’t he?

The Response to A-Rod’s 600th Homer Has Me in a Quandary

Watching Yankee fans and the Yankee announcers on the YES Network  this afternoon, made me wonder whatever happened to the American baseball media’s mob war against steroid users?

Both the fans and the announcers fawned all over Alex Rodriguez as he hit his 600th career home run against the Toronto Blue Jays. Indeed, A-Rod has hit 600 in his career, one of only seven to do so, and the fans had every right to be part of the celebration.

However, as the media honored Rodriguez today — as they certainly should have — I had to question why the feat is wonderful for Rodriguez, an admitted steroid user, but 600 homers wasn’t so wonderful for Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa? Remember, A-Rod is an admitted steroid user. In the meantime, the U.S. federal government has been trying to build a case against Bonds for almost a decade and yet they still have nothing. Sosa has said publicly that he as never used steroids. Still, both have been convicted by the American mainstream media mob as steroids abusers, even though there is no proof, only conjecture, rumour and innuendo.

So while Bonds and Sosa continue to be villified, Rodriguez, an admitted steroid user, is hailed as one of the sport’s all-time greats.

I’m in a quandary. Were steroids good for some heroes and not good for others? Is it because A-Rod is a Yankee and all things Yankee seem to be cheered in the U.S.? This is a strange one.

Personally? Good for A-Rod. 600 home runs at a time when there were as many pitchers (maybe more) on the juice as hitters, is quite an accomplishment.

Chasing the Circus Trucks…

Like a puppy, it’s always fun to chase a circus wagon, just in case something pops out.

This week, all sorts of things have been popping out…

1) Check out http://tgcts.blogspot.com/

Great post, but in many ways, it’s sad but true.

2) The folks I know who attended Sunday night’s final of the Memorial Cup hockey tournament tell me it was one of the great experiences of their lives.

Terrific, now that we have that out of the way, let’s get to the ugly truth. Any tournament, in any sport, that sets up so a championship game can finish with a lopsided 9-1 score is a bad tournament.

The Canadian Major Junior Hockey League needs to quit being so greedy and play a true national final. Just like the Stanley Cup, find two good teams in the East and two good teams in the West (or four and four) and play best-of-seven series to determine a winner.

A four-team tournament in which one finalist can play on Tuesday and not play again until Sunday is stoo-pid.

3) So LeBron James quits and head coach Mike Brown gets fired. No wonder the Cleveland Cavaliers will NEVER win an NBA championship.

4) There was a time when I thought Texas Rangers/Dallas Stars owner Tom Hicks was an over-leveraged fraud. He had a pile of money on paper, but not enough of the real stuff and he was running around signing hockey players like Mike Modano and Brett Hull to ridiculous contracts. Meanwhile, he was signing baseball players to contracts that made absolutely no sense. Unless, of course, you were the player in question.

Not surprisingly, Hicks had a real supporter in a former Winnipegger who moved to Dallas and used to write me the nastiest e-mails defending Hicks as a wonderful owner who knew how to treat players and fans. My e-mail pen-pal didn’t think idiot owners were pricing pro sports out of the realm of the average fan. He thought owners had every right to overpay players and then overcharge the fans. And so what if ridiculously high contracts meant that small-market teams in places like Winnipeg and Quebec City would have to re-locate? Just the cost of doing business.

Well, the recession came and, of course, a paper tiger like Hicks went broke. As many fans know, Hicks has been trying to sell the Rangers to a group headed by Nolan Ryan, but the sale has stalled and yesterday, Hicks had to put the Rangers into Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection.

In a 21-page filing in U.S. Bankruptcy Court in Fort Worth yesterday, the top 30 unsecured creditors were listed. Included on the list were a number of Rangers players who were all paid w-a-a-a-y too much. According to the list, Alex Rodriguez is still owed $24.9 million in deferred compensation, six years after he was traded to the Yankees. The next five people on the unsecured creditors list are also current or former players: Kevin Millwood ($12.9 million), Michael Young ($3.9 million), Vicente Padilla ($1.7 million), Mickey Tettleton ($1.4 million) and Mark McLemore ($970,000).

Wonder if the Stars will be next? Bet Gary Bettman, who just finished with the bankruptcy of the Phoenix Coyotes, is looking forward to that prospect.

Is A-Rod Absent Minded, Naive or Just a Dirt-Bag?

SI.com reported on a story this week that just seemed mind-boggling to me.

According to SI.com, it seems that after Yankees all-world third-baseman Alex Rodriguez singled in the top of the sixth, Robinson Cano fouled one off and A-Rod, who stopped between second and third, decided to cut right across the pitcher’s mound in order to return to first.

Cano then grounded into an inning-ending double play and pitcher Dallas Braden and A-Rod got into it.

“The long and short of it is it’s pretty much baseball etiquette. He should probably take a note from his captain (Derek Jeter) over there,” Braden told SI.com. “Because you don’t run across the pitcher’s mound in between an inning or during the game. I was just dumbfounded that he would let that slip his mind. I was just trying to convey to him that I was still out there, that ball’s in my hand and that’s my pitcher’s mound. If he wants to run across the pitcher’s mound. Tell him to go do laps in the bullpen.”

Braden at Rodriguez and, of course, Rodriguez yelled back. Exvidently, the two kept screaming at each other until A’s manager Bob Geren came out and escorted Braden off the field.

“He just told me to get off his mound,” Rodriguez told SI.com. “I was a little surprised. I’ve never quite heard that, especially from a guy that has a handful of wins in his career. I’ve never even heard of that in my career and I still don’t know. I thought it was pretty funny, actually.”

Braden, who is 26 and has a lifetime record of 17-21, admitted that he probably won’t cause A-Rod to change his ways.

“I’m not really a speck on that guy’s radar but he’ll know after today that it might not be a good idea to run across the mound when I’m out there,” Braden said. “It’s not like I throw 95 (mph) and I’m going to hurt him. He’ll know I was there, though.”

Good for the kid.

The weird part is this: In 30 years of playing ball from atom to oldtimers, I don’t think it ever dawned on me to run across a mound while either returning to first or just leaving the field. It’s too much effort, especially on some of the shitty fields I’ve played on, to climb up the bump and down again and avoid the rubber without tripping on your face. You’re just cutting back across the infield. It’s not that far. Why would you run across the mound and put yourself in a position in which you could end up doing a swan dive across the dirt? What’s the point other than to, maybe, get into the pitcher’s head?

And maybe that’s it. Maybe A-Rod is just a dirt-bag.

More Stuff Rattling Around in My Head.

I’m in the I-told-you-so mood. And the cranky mood. And the really disgusted mood.

So here’s what’s making me goofy today…

1) The Associated Press wrote a story about Selena Roberts’ book on Alex Rodriguez today. Evidently, A-Rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez, that made-up piece of garbage by a woman who went to the same journalism school as those famous and successful let’s-make-it-up artists, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams, has not been a big seller. Evidently, baseball fans don’t cotton to books filled with hundreds of un-named sources.

Now, in case you forgot, Fainaru-Wada and Williams were the dynamic duo wrote the book Game of Shadows using more than 225 un-named sources. That book turned out to be a very successful effort to vilify Barry Bonds, even though most of it was rubbish (one even two or three un-named sources is acceptable, hundreds make a story rubbish).

Roberts, meanwhile, is the woman who jumped to the wrong conclusion and slandered the lacrosse players at Duke University, only to have all of her vitriol turned to urine by a judge who threw the charges against the players out of court. She never apologized, only wallowed in her hubris — and got better journalism jobs.

Seems now that the rip on A-Rod as fallen on few eyes.According to the AP, the book was published in early May by HarperCollins with an announced first printing of 150,000. It has sold just 16,000 copies so far, according to Nielsen BookScan, which tracks about 75 percent of industry sales. The book sold 11,000 in its first week, then quickly faded. The book “A-Rod” fell off The New York Times‘ hardcover list of nonfiction best sellers after three weeks. According to AP, “As of Wednesday afternoon, the book ranked No. 2,904 on Amazon.com, where even James Frey’s discredited memoir A Million Little Pieces — at 1,776 — is outselling it.

Well, give Frey credit, at least he admitted he made it up. Roberts still hasn’t apologized for her destruction of a bunch of college kids and she won’t apologize for this dreadful bit of fiction.

2) Watched the American Hockey League Calder Cup final game between the Manitoba Moose and Hershey Bears on Tuesday night.

In the third period, the Bears dod not complete a single pass. That’s right, not one pass reached its target without bouncing off another player.

How did the Moose lose three games to these guys?

3) My new hero is Judge Redfield T. Baum. He became my hero with just one comment in that Phoenix courtroom on Tuesday. He told the lawyers for commissioner Gary Bettman and the NHL:

“Don’t tell me that you have ‘expressions of interest.’ It’s obvious to me that there is only one bidder, Mr. Balsillie. Expressions of interest are meaningless.”

The Canadian Press was quite impressed as well: “He (Baum) essentially dismissed the NHL’s assertions of four expressions of interest from potential buyers interested in operating the Coyotes in Phoenix — including Toronto Argonauts owners Howard Sokolowski and David Cynamon, and Chicago White Sox and Bulls owner Jerry Reinsdorf — as little more than hearsay. He added there was only one real offer, that of Balsillie.”

Evidently, Baum has a built-in Bullshit Meter and because he has it, the NHL is in for tough ride.

Selena Roberts joins a growing list of “Let’s Make it All Up,” mainstream media superstars

In this space, we have long railed about the mainstream media mess that was the Duke Lacrosse Case. For those who have forgotten, the Duke Lacrosse Case was a tragic miscarriage of justice fueled and then perpetuated by the mainstream media — particularly the New York Times. In this sad story, an ambitious North Carolina prosecutor named Michael Nifong, railroaded a number of Duke University lacrosse players, by using his pals in the mainstream media to convict the kids long before the charges ever got to trial. He and the media, essentially destroyed their lives.

Of course, the case unravelled, the media looked like a foolish, ignorant mob and Nifong lost his job and his license to practice law.

In the middle of it all was a woman named Selena Roberts who, from her bully pulpit at the New York Times, convicted the young men long before any of the false charges ever reached a court of law. Roberts looked like a hateful, mindless idiot when the smoke cleared, but she never did apologize to the young men, whose lives she personally destroyed, or even to the public, which was duped into believing Nifong was right, the kids were monsters and the hooker at the heart of the phony charges was some saint sent to clean up the mess left by men.

There is a deep, dark, white-hot hole in hell for people like Selena Roberts, but like so many mainstream media monsters before her, she can’t quit spewing the fictional venom. 

Now, she’s decided to destroy the life of baseball player Alex Rodriguez and she’s done a pretty damn good job, too. In a book entitled “A-Rod,” this entitled journalist (how does a hate-filled hack like Roberts get jobs at the New York Times and Sports Illustrated?), Roberts has used more than 115 un-named sources to make Rodriguez look like the worst human being ever to play baseball.

Like her scummy predecessors, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Wlliams, who wrote the books Game of Shadows using more than 225 un-named sources, in their very successful effort to vilify Barry Bonds, Roberts appears to make it all up.

I don’t see any other way to phrase it. When you use that many un-named sources, the only thing you can call it is fiction. Like Fainaru-Wada and Williams, who created a novel so gripping it forced the United States justice department to make up charges against Bonds — charges that have hung in the air for years and have still not resulted in a trial — you’ve done a remarkable job. It was so good, in fact, that Fainaru-Wada got a high-paying job with ESPN as a reward.

Obviously, there is a real benefit to writing fiction and the passing it off as fact. Selena Roberts is the latest mainstream media darling to go down that road and be rewarded for it. I don’t get it, when I wrote my two books, Home Run: The History of the Winnipeg Goldeyes and Canwest Global Park (2005) and the Canadian bestseller, The Winnipeg Jets: A Celebration of Professional Hockey in Winnipeg (2007), my editor wanted nothing less than every quote to be attributed along with dates, times and places, in order to source them all. I guess, when you’re a mainstream media star you can make up quotes and American editors will just blow them off as “un-named sources.”

Fortunately, the American mainstream media, embarrassed by Roberts’ incredible gall, has answered back:

Jason Whitlock of the Kansas City Star wrote on May 2:

Not long ago, sports writer Selena Roberts compared the Duke lacrosse players to gang members and career criminals

She claimed that the players’ unwillingness to confess to or snitch about a rape (that did not happen) was the equivalent of drug dealers and gang members promoting antisnitching campaigns.

When since-disgraced district attorney Mike Nifong whipped up a media posse to rain justice on the drunken, male college students, Roberts jumped on the fastest, most influential horse, using her New York Times column to convict the players and the culture of privilege that created them.

Proven inaccurate, Roberts never wrote a retraction for the columns that contributed to the public lynching of Reade Seligmann, Colin Finnerty and David Evans.

Instead, she moved on to Sports Illustrated, a seat on ESPN’s “The Sports Reporters” and a new target, baseball slugger Alex Rodriguez…

Roberts’ book [about A-Rod] is a long-winded blog. Why it’s being treated as an unimpeachable piece of journalism can only be explained by the cushy position she’s been handed by the New York Times, ESPN and Sports Illustrated and the unchallenged institutional bias found within the elite sports media institutions.

Then, a day or two later, Josh Alper wrote on nbcnewyork.com:

Matt Lauer of “Today” didn’t touch on Roberts’ role in that miserable moment in rushing to judgment (on the Duke lacrosse players) on Monday morning, but he did ask her about the use of anonymous sources, especially if any of them might be telling tall tales to fulfill their own motivations of seeing Rodriguez taken down a peg. Roberts’ response is curious, to say the least.

“But I think there’s not so much jealously as disillusionment because he’s so great, he’s such a great player, he didn’t need any of this,” Roberts told Lauer. ”He didn’t need to embellish anything, he’s a great story in and of himself.”

If, as Roberts’ book alleges, Rodriguez was doing steroids in high school, how is it true that he didn’t need any of this? According to Roberts, he wasn’t embellishing anything. Rather, he was maintaining the steroid use that he started well before stepping foot on a big league diamond. Unless his sixth-grade Little League season was so good that he could have been in the majors right then and there, it is Roberts’ contention that he was never a great player because he was always taking steroids.

And a great story? That’s not evident in what’s been leaked from her book. Stories about A-Rod tipping pitches for the opposition or forcing clubhouse attendants to put toothpaste on his toothbrush are meant to make judgments about Rodriguez’s character. Judgments that all flow from the fact that he used steroids, something that Craig Calcaterra, who hit on Roberts’ Duke connections before Whitlock, quite rightly calls bogus

Those stories, all anonymously sourced, are being roundly rejected by A-Rod’s teammates. Those denials are from Doug Mientkiewicz and Michael Young, which we know because they were willing to put their name behind their words.

As Roberts told Lauer, her use of anonymous sources broke the report of A-Rod’s failed drug test. Every word she writes may be true, but it certainly appears that she’s just as interested in using them to judge A-Rod as a person as she is in finding out if he broke any laws or rules of baseball.  

Selena Roberts’ book on Rodriguez, just like the Bonds’ book before that, is sleazy and yellow and all too typical. Sadly — and Jason Whitlock, among others, know it’s sad — the princes and princesses of the mainstream media milk their hateful, sick fiction for all it’s worth.

Bang, bang, bang: Three more little thoughts banging around in my cranium.

Ran 10-K this morning. Spent the 65 minutes listening to Kings of Leon, Airborne Toxic Event, AC/DC and Coldplay on the iPod while thinking about the insanity of the sports world….  

 

1) Great news yesterday for my good friends who are die-hard fans of the Minnesota Vikings. There is no longer any fear that Brett Favre will be at the helm of the Vikings next season. Tarvaris Jackson just might end up being the guy. That is good news. Honest.

 

Thursday it became official. 39-year-old Brett Favre told the New York Jets that he was retiring after 18 seasons, ending a record-setting career in which he became one of the NFL’s all-time greatest players.

Favre made his decision about a month and a half after his one and only year with what Billy Clyde Puckett called, “the dog-ass Jets.” He should have played in Minnesota in 2008, but stuff happens. 

 

Of course, who relly knows about Favre, other than Favre. So, check back later in case he changes his mind – again.

 

2) Philadelphia Phantoms head coach John Paddock, the one-time coach and GM of the Winnipeg Jets, has little good to say about Ottawa Senators GM Bryan Murray. And the fact is, everything ol’ “Too Tall” says is right. 

 

On Thursday, Paddock told the Camden Courier-Post: “We were 14 games over .500 when I was fired. They’re seven under now. Somebody needs to take responsibility for that.” 

Earlier this month, Murray fired his personal choice for head coach in 2008-09, Craig Hartsburg, just 48 games into the season after the Senators bungled off to a record of 17-24-7. 

Paddock, who obviously doesn’t think much of Murray, believes just as former GM John Muckler believes: That the Sens GM has absolutely no clue and should be sent packing.

3) Hank Aaron has told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution that he believes Barry Bonds should keep major league baseball’s home run record.

 

“I just don’t see how you really can do a thing like that and just say somebody isn’t the record holder anymore, and let’s go back to the way that it was,” Aaron told the paper of record in Atlanta.

He’s right, too.

Aaron, a class act who hit 755 home runs in his career to break the previous mark of 714 by Babe Ruth, is smart enough to know that even if Bonds took ‘roids, he was far from the only one (by the way, whatever happened to the list of 104 that included Alex Rodriguez? Why was Rodriguez the only player blistered by the mainstream media?). Bonds, of course, surpassed Aaron in 2007 and apparently has ended his career with 762 bombs.

Bonds has pleaded not guilty to charges that, in 2003, he lied to a grand jury when he said he never “knowingly” used steroids (the media likes to say “performance-enhancing drugs,” but the question Bonds was asked reads: “Did you ever take steroids?” After all, in the right circumstance, an aspirin is a performance-enhancing drug). 

However, even if Bonds is acquitted or this mainstream media witch-hunt never gets to trial, he’s already been convicted in the court of public opinion. The two frauds who wrote “Game of Shadows,” the book about Bonds and drugs that included more than 200 unnamed sources (which means they made it all up), along with the rest of the MSM (many of its mob, carving Bonds in print even though they’ve never met the man), have made it impossible for Bonds to ever be acquitted by the public. He’s toast. 

Of course, the worlds dumbest man, baseball commissioner Bud Selig, had recently remarked — out loud, no less — that he, “was considering recognizing Aaron’s total of 755 as the major-league record.”

Sadly, if Selig was any more ignorant, they’d have to put him a home. 

Steroid tests, shorter NASCAR races and Larry Fitzgerald: Three more things rattling around in my noggin

A Monday morning potpourri…

1) When it was revealed that Alex Rodriguez was linked to a positive drug test in 2003 (I love that weasly-speak, “linked to a positive drug test,”), it was also revealed that there were actually 104 players on a list who were “linked to a positive drug test.”

 

Huh? While the mainstream media continues to harp on A-Rod, doing its very best to destroy both Rodriguez and baseball, it has somehow ignored the other 103 players (I guess the names weren’t big enough for a decent witch-hunt) on the list.

 

Which brought about the first sane, rational response to this media-race-to-see-who-we-can-call-a-cheater this week…

 

“I feel a little violated, because this was supposed to be a survey test and those results were supposed to be confidential,” said the recently-retired Sean Casey. “The only reason we opened up the collective bargaining agreement was on those terms.”

 

Thank you, Sean.

 

The agreement between MLB and the Players Association was clear. NO names at all were supposed to be linked to these tests. In fact, the release of any name simply suggests that no one involved at baseball’s highest levels can be trusted to keep his word. Ever!

 

If in fact the release of this alleged list is true (Which, of course, it might not be. Who’s to say?), then Commissioner Bud Selig, and everyone around him is a two-faced sack of lying crap and the MLB PA should immediately strike and shut the sport down again.

 

I’m like most real fans — and by “real” that means, people who actually buy tickets to watch games. I don’t give a rat’s ass what happened in 2003, especially when you’re handing me something as nebulous as Rodriguez and Barry Bonds being “linked” to positive tests.

 

Explain how the names were released, explain how MLB reneged on its agreement, explain to me once again why steroids are bad for consenting adults, explain to me why I should care about the test results and not about the fact Major League Baseball lied when it negotiated these anonymous tests from the players.

 

Right now, I don’t care about Rodriguez’s test — positive or not. I care that the people who run MLB couldn’t tell the truth if the truth stepped on their pencil-necked throats.

 

2)  On Saturday night at Daytona International Speedway, Kevin Harvick won the Budweiser Shootout with a last lap pass of Jamie McMurray to win the 28-car, 75-lap manufacturer’s race. 

 

Frankly, as it is almost every year, it was a sensational event. Especially on HD TV.

 

In fact, this race was so good, so exciting, that it makes one wonder why every NASCAR race isn’t the same: 75 laps, 28 cars, 2 ½ hours, no more. 

 

If NASCAR really wants to save money, it should bury all of its 43-car, 200-lap monsters and cut the races off at 28 cars and 50-75 laps. That’s plenty of time and lots of competitive driving in order to declare a winner and it will also save the circuit billions in tires, fuel, cars, engines and sheet metal. 

 

And, frankly, NASCAR will also see its declining TV ratings rise because 43 cars, 200 laps and 4 1/2 hours of going around in a circle is getting B-O-R-I-N-G.

 

3) He is, arguably, the best player in football today and on Sunday, there was absolutely no doubt about it. 

 

Larry Fitzgerald, the 25-year-old Arizona Cardinals wide receiver whose dad is a sports writer in Minneapolis (and for full disclosure, a person I would call a friend) caught five passes for 81 yards and two touchdowns as he led the NFC past the AFC 30-21 in the Pro Bowl.

 

It might have been a meaningless game for a lot of players and even a lot of fans, but it wasn’t meaningless for Fitzgerald. He went to the all-star gakme and played as hard as he could and that tells you something about the kid’s character. 

 

He might not have been told this in so many words, but the highest compliment you can pay an athlete is to pay money to watch him play. Fitzgerald understands that. He plays hard and makes you believe that he’s the worth the price of admission every time he plays. 

 

That, in itself, makes him the best player in the game today.