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More Stuff: Ricciardi Treats Halladay like Meat. Why Does the Local Media Perpetuate the Myth that Canwest Park Was Built for the 1999 Pan Am Games?

The things that are banging around in my head today…

1) Roy Halladay is a professional athlete and as a professional athlete he makes a very large amount of money. He certainly makes enough money to put up with all the crap that is flung in his direction and as a result, no one should feel sorry for him.

However, far too often we look at the professional athlete as the bad guy in those potential blockbuster deals that may or may not benefit our favourite teams. We often ask questions like: Did the jerk stand in the way of the deal? Why did he have a no-trade clause? Why did they give him a no-trade clause?

And on and on it goes.

In Halladay’s case, we might be witnessing one of the rare times when the athlete is the good guy and the people running the baseball franchise are little more than loud-mouthed buffoons.

According to ESPN, the Blue Jays turned own another offer for Halladay yesterday. the best pitcher on Toronto’s staff did not ask for a trade, but two weeks ago Ricciardi made it clear that he was going to shop around his ace and see what he might get in return.

Then, a week later, Ricciardi said the team might not get a deal for Halladay and he could stay with the club although Ricciardi also made it clear he wants to deal Halladay because the pitcher will “probably” test the free-agent market after his contract expires.

What a jerk. For one thing, Halladay has never even hinted he won’t re-sign in Toronto.You an go ahead an assume it might happen but don’t go public a year in advance and suggest that he’ll probably leave the team. That Ricciardi remark was made for Ricciardi’s benefit. It was made to make Halladay look like the bad guy and it’s wrong.

It was a stupid statement by a guy who has failed to make the Jays anything better than a fourth-place team in the AL East.

The fact is this: Ricciardi went public with his desire to trade Halladay. Ricciardi tried to make Halladay look like the villain. Ricciardi is the bad guy, not Halladay.

All Halladay has done is say nothing and pitch two gems since he was put on the trade block.

Halladay is the good guy.

2) Originally, Junior Moar’s plan was to fight a non-title “keep-busy” bout in September and then defend his Canadian Boxing Federation light-heavyweight crown in December.

But in boxing, like no other sport, things can change dramatically in a very short time.

Last week, during an exclusive interview with Grassroots News, Moar revealed that he will now defend his belt against Regina brawler Michael (Flash) Walchuk on Sept. 17, at the Red Robinson Theatre in Port Coquitlam, B.C. He signed the contract for the fight this past Friday night.

Check out the latest issue of Grassroots News (available Tuesday) for Junior Moar’s story. It’s one of the greatest stories in all of sports today.

3) I hate reading a newspaper and seeing something passed off as fact that is, at worst, a lie and, at best, a myth.

But that’s what happened on Sunday when the Winnipeg Free Press claimed — once again — that Winnipeg’s Canwest Park was built for the 1999 Pan Am Games.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The baseball park was built for the Winnipeg Goldeyes of the Northern Baseball League by the team’s owner Sam Katz. The city of Winnipeg wanted nothing to do with the construction of the ballpark and that is reflected in the fact that the city’s commitment to the building was less than $1 million.

The Goldeyes had been playing at Canwest Global Park (now Canwest Park) for more than two months when the Pan Am Games arrived. The Pan Am Games organization paid rent to use the building while the Goldeyes played an extended road trip.

The Mayor at the time, Susan Thompson, did everything humanly possible to stop construction of the stadium. She even publicly backed away from a pledge to make the ball park happen by telling the Pan Am Games organizers to play in Stonewall. If the Pan Am Games baseball tournament had been played in Stonewall, Winnipeg would have been the laughing stock of the baseball world. At the time, there were considerably  better facilities in Grand Forks, N.D., than in Stonewall, Man.

As it was, the Pan Am Games executives rented Katz’s ballpark and the tournament was sensational. But the ballpark was NOT built for the Pan Am Games.The Pan Am Games had absolutely nothing to do withe building’s construction. Nothing. Those who contend it did — like the folks in Winnipeg’s mainstream media — are nothing more than revisionist historians.

(NOTE: Want the truth? Just go to www.winnipegmen.com and buy a copy of my book Home Run: A History of the Winnipeg Goldeyes and Canwest Global Park. The true story — much of it from the pages of the Winnipeg Free Press in 1999 — is much more fun than the one the paper likes to sell to its readers today)

World Baseball Classic tremendous. Then there are the TV announcers.

I’ll admit it, I’m a fan. I watched 12 hours of the World Baseball Classic on Saturday and another 11 hours yesterday (in between the Rangers-Bruins game, the UNC-Duke basketball game and the final 22 laps of the NASCAR race).

 

The baseball is remarkable. Even the blowouts. When you watch baseball based on 162 game schedules every year, you know you’ll get a handful of dogs in August and injuries or fatigue (or boredom) will keep the best players out of the lineup 20-30 times a year — where have you gone Cal Ripken Jr.? Even teams getting killed like Panama and South Africa were interesting to watch. It was emotional and different.

 

In fact, the Canada-USA game on Saturday might have been one of the greatest games ever played. When Canada gave itself a chance to come back from a 6-4 deficit in the ninth, it was as riveting as any sport can get.

 

It’s just too bad that the play-by-play announcers and colour commentators have absolutely no idea what they’ve been watching.

 

It’s bad enough that not one of them has done any homework at all on any of the more obscure players involved (although Sam Cosentino’s old story about Ryan Braun being a “Milwaukee” Brewer and his mother, an Anheuser-Busch employee in Southern California, being a REAL brewer, never gets tired), in the tournament, but it’s downright sad listening to these high-paid donkeys spend three hours talking about nothing other than the American big leaguers.

 

In fact, last night, the inanity reached an all-time low. The two clowns calling last night’s U.S.-Venezuela game went on and on during the pre-game chatfest talking about the U.S. “power display” against Canada in Game 1. They justified their fawning jingoism by creating a deep discussion about how pitchers are usually ahead of hitters at this time of year.

 

Not surprisingly, there wasn’t one mention of homers by Canadians Joey Votto or Russell Martin (both doubled, as well), but that’s the clear, undeniable proof that those two guys on Sunday night were unadulterated morons. 

 

Martin (off Scot Shields) and Votto (off Jake Peavy) homered off major league pitchers. The Americans??? Kevin Youkilis and Brian McCann homered off Northern League castoff Mike Johnson while Adam Dunn hit an oppo off former Northern League — now unemployed — righthander Chris Begg. 

 

Oh yeah, it was an awesome display of power. Good gawd! The Goldeyes used to pound the crap out of Mike Johnson, before the Edmonton Cracker-cats released him. And yes, that’s the Northern League Winnipeg Goldeyes, not the National League Philadelphia Phillies. 

 

Do just a little homework. Please. And by the way, what the hell is “pitchability?”

 

That’s why I watch most sporting events with the mute button on.

All around us, the insanity runs rampant…

It’s amazing, sometimes, how people think. In Ottawa, Eugene Melnyk wants to build a soccer stadium in hopes of attracting a major league soccer team, but he refuses to discuss allowing a Canadian Football League franchise to share the facility.

So Melnyk, the man who has helped kill his own Ottawa Senators, fights the CFL’s backers from government funds.

Insanity.

Here’s another.

Former Minnesota Twins reliever J.C. Romero will serve a 50-game suspension for “using steroids,” and the fat, drunk Philadelphia media likes to call him a cheater.

Why? Because Romero was suspended in january for testing positive for a banned substance — an over-the-counter sbstance he purchased at the GNC in the mall.

“I didn’t do nothing wrong,” Romero told reporters at training camp.”It’s ridiculous. I don’t think I should be suspended 50 games. It doesn’t make any sense to me. They have some rules they have to follow, and it’s very unfortunate that I have to be the one paying the price. In my mind, I think it’s insane. I think it’s unfair. I’m being, they say, negligent, but then I’m being accused as somebody who takes steroids. That doesn’t fly too well. But it is what it is.”

He did NOT use an illegal drug, but his name will forever be linked with players who took steroids. The product he bought, “6-OXO” contains androstenedione, a steroid pre-cursor, and the same substance Mark McGwire used in 1998. Baseball banned it after McGwire used it.

Until baseball bans beverage alcohol and tobacco, two substances that are addictive and are scientifically proven to cause illness and death, the witch-hunt that continues for real and even non-steroid users will remain a monument to the insanity of the people who run baseball. 

Or a monument to the baseball media which is quite possibly even more insane than the owners.

Things that make you go, hmmmmmm….

On an almost daily basis, someone in the American media will write a column hailing 2008 as being, perhaps, sport’s greatest year.

 

From Nadal’s muscular win at Wimbledon to Tiger’s gimpy victory at Torrey Pines, the American media believes it isin the midst of actually living sport’s “Good ol’ days.”

 

Which, of course, may very well be true. But for all the wonderful stories — the Giants Super Bowl win, the Red Wings dominant Stanley Crown, the Celtics old school win over the Lakers in the NBA final and the emergence of Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines as the greatest pound-for-pound boxer on the planet — 2008 has also left us with enough goofiness to fill a book.

 

Of course, it wouldn’t be a novel, ’cause you can’t make this crap up… 

 

Canseco a Bashed Brother

 

Jose Canseco took steroids, fought with wives, wrote a couple of interesting books and hit a load of home runs, but he wasn’t ready for the fight he got in Atlantic City last weekend. 

 

The 6-foot-4 former tater pounder from Miami who calls himself, “a martial arts specialist” was knocked into next week by 5-foot-9, former Philadelphia Eagles kick returner Vai Sikahema, in the first round, no less, of their celebrity boxing match at an Atlantic City casino.

This fight wasn’t fair. Sikahema, who doubles as a sportscaster, has had more than 80 fights as an amateur boxer while, based on his history Canseco has only had a couple of bar grawls.

Apparently, Juiced and Juiced II didn’t sell all that well. Jose apparently needed an extra payday. The shot to the head he took from Sikahema wasn’t likely as embarrassing as the fact Canseco found himself in this predicament in the first place.

Favre denied Release. 

After watching Brett Favre’s interview with Fox’s Greta van Susteren on Monday night, it became apparent that saying, “Sport is a business,”is just a pleasant way of saying, “We really want to screw over a guy, but hey it’s just business, nothing personal.” I experienced that sentiment first-hand in the media business and if people just wanted to tell the truth they’d say, “We want to screw over the guy because we can.”  

Sure, Favre screwed up his retirement deal, but let’s be honest with each other: Did we ever believe for a second that he was really going to retire? The last pass he threw in that playoff game against the Giants, the one that was intercepted, was never going to be the final pass he threw as an NFL quarterback. Never. Favre was coming back and one senses that the Packers expected he’d be coming back, too.

So favre decides he wants to come back — as everyone expected he would — and now the Packers say, we’ve decided to go another way and have maded Aaron Rodgers the No. 1 quarterback. Favre says, “Hey, no problem, give me my release and I’ll be on my way.” But then, the Packers come back with some nonsense about “preserving Brett’s legacy,” and say, “We they don’t plan to grant Brett the release he is seeking from his contract but we are committed to Aaron Rodgers as the starter.” Oh, oh.

GM Ted Thompson and head coach Mike McCarthy went on to tell AP: “We’ve communicated that to Brett, that we have since moved forward. At the same time, we’ve never said that there couldn’t be some role that he might play here. But I would understand his point that he would want to play.”

Yeah, right. If these guys truly believed Aaron Rodgers was any good, they’d release Favre and let Rodgers take the ball and, well, run with it, metaphorically. Instead, they aren’t sure about Rodgers and even less sure about Favre, so they’ll cover their behinds and make sure Favre doesn’t go anywhere. Especially to a place like Chicago or Minnesota where he could come back and bite them in the ass.

Don’t ever believe for one split second that the Packers care about Brett Favre’s legacy. The Packers care about the Packers and the team’s coach and GM care about themselves first and their veteran quarterback a distant second — as all football men do. In the greatest of team games, there is no one more selfish than a football executive.

If the boys in Green Bay really cared about Brett Favre, they’d either announce he’s their starter or they’d let him go. After all, he’s earned it. He’s played hurt. He played after his dad died. As one scribe suggested, “He’s always played for the moment, not the money. There are bits and pieces of his body all over Lambeau Field.”

After what Favre has accomplished in Green Bay, he should have the right to determine his own future. If the people who run the Packers decide that he’s no longer in their plans, they should act like human beings, not dicks, and just let him go. Or, at least, they should make a legitimate effort to trade him, an effort they don’t appear to be making.

Why All-Star Games are a Waste.

Personally, I love Major League Baseball’s all-star game.

In fact, one of the wonderful things about the great game of baseball is that its all-star games are exactly as advertised – real games, played at the highest level of skill.

 

Football and hockey all-star games just aren’t the same because no one wants to get hurt in a game that doesn’t matter in the standings so the inherent violence that sports fans love is all but removed from the equation. Basketball all-star games don’t work because, hey, who really wants to play defence?

 

But baseball? Baseball is different. The nature of the game alone is an invitation to get out onto the diamond and give it your best shot. Throw it, catch it, hit it. Ballplayers love to show the fans how well they play and when it’s all-star time, those stars shine.

 

“You wanna see an unhittable slider? Watch this!”

 

“You wanna see if I can hit it in the river? Well then, show me the cheese, meat!”

 

However, to make an all-star baseball game truly great, you have to have real all-stars in the game. This year, MLB has, as they say, dropped the ball.

 

No Diasuke Matsuzaka. The Red Sox ace, who has overcome injuries and even gone back to A-ball to rehab, is now 10-1 with a 2.65 earned run average. That’s an all-star, but he wasn’t selected to play in the game.

 

No Kyle Lohse. One of three aboriginal Americans in the Majors, Lohse is having a remarkable comeback season. He’s 11-2 with a 3.39 ERA and is one of the big reasons the Cards are in the hunt in the NL Central. He’s an all-star but he’s not in the game.

 

And there is no Ryan Howard. Oh, spare me. Howard leads the National League in home runs and RBI. He’s the biggest run producer in the NL, but he’s not in the game. First time since Hank Bauer in 1945, that the league’s No. 1 homer and RBI man is not in the all-star game. That’s just stupid. Idiot Clint Hurdle and his National League pretenders deserve to lose tonight’s game.

 

You can also go on about Placido Palanco, Mike Mussina, Xavier Nady, Magglio Ordonez and Jermaine Dye, but that’s just picking nits. The fact is, while baseball’s all-star game is the best of a mediocre lot, it loses what lustre it has left when some of the real all-stars are off playing golf.