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Quick Hitters

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

Answering the latest plea for brevity, here’s a Wednesday edition of Canon Fodder’s Quick Hitters with all the news you’ve probably missed this week.

The Guangdong Tigers are blocking Yi Jianlian, the sixth overall pick in the NBA draft, from signing with the Milwaukee Bucks citing, “…we want to find a team suitable for Yi’s growth.”
Umm, he’s pretty much done all the growing he’s going to do. And talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth, he’s seven feet tall and Chinese. What more can they ask of him?

Michael Rasmussen of Denmark dons the yellow jersey after nine stages of the Tour de France.
Since the retirement of the uni-testicle and the fall from grace of the juicer, cycling has gone right back to its proper place among on the American sports scene; back to being completely ignored.

Kevin Harvick won for the fourth time in Chicagoland’s brief seven year history.
Critics criticize the track for its less-than-interesting layout. Oval. Left turns. It looks just like every other boring NASCAR track to my untrained eye.

The Detroit Lions made Cory Redding the highest paid defensive tackle in NFL history.


…At least until the next less-than-mediocre team goes and grossly overpays someone else. Mark my words; two years from now Lions’ management will be claiming Redding’s contract is a yoke around their neck and the reason they can’t sign free-agent talent. On the bright side, if the Lions can find ten more guys to play around Redding, they might actually have a defense this season.

The Feds handed down an indictment on Falcons quarterback Michael Vick.

There’s nothing funny about doing serious time in a federal prison. Vick has spent six years in the NFL escaping the pocket and causing chaos among opposing defenses. Now Vick is facing half-a-dozen years of escaping amorous cellmates.

All-too-brief today. Call it a bone thrown to our less-than-dedicated readers. Check back in on Friday and I should have a full-blown article for you.

Quick Hitters

Friday, June 15th, 2007

My least-popular gimmick (at least with both of the readers offering feedback) is back to wrap-up the week that was.

The U.S. Open is being held at Oakmont Country Club near Pittsburgh.
Judging from the scores in Round Two, the tough course is forcing players to dig out their irons and play a conservative game. Mickelson’s second round was so poor (+7), he can pretty much put all his clubs away and crack open an Iron. (Iron City Beer, that is.)

Tim Duncan and the San Antonio Spurs completed their championship season by sweeping the Cleveland Cavaliers in the NBA Finals.
David Stern and the rest of the NBA are making it harder for conspiracy theorists like me to push anti-NBA agendas if they are going to permit far-superior team-oriented squads to crush inferior teams with marquee me-first superstars. One-sided affairs like this might actually add credibility to the league.

Tony Parker won the MVP for his performance in the NBA Finals.
A championship, the MVP and he’s about to marry Eva Longoria; is there anything else for me to hate about this guy?

Oh yeah, he’s French.

In other France-related news, Sopranos creator David Chase was vacationing in France in the days following the HBO series’ finale.
Vacationing or seeking asylum in a country known for embracing fugitives from justice? Considering the way the final episode ended, Chase should be considered a criminal. Not that I’m bitter, but if something unfortunate like being hit by a bus were to befall Chase and I were the only person there with a cell phone, I might be tempted to dial ‘9’, then ‘1’, then… nothing! “How’s this going to end David? Did I dial the last ‘1’? Did I hang up and walk away? Did I choke the life out of you like Tony did Christopher? See, not everyone likes open endings. Some things need finality.” Then I would sing a few bars of “Don’t Stop Believin’” and walk away.

And the bitterness would be gone.

St. Louis pitcher Adam Wainwright gave up one hit through eight innings on Wednesday night against the Kansas City Royals.
On the same day I posted on Canon Fodder about missing Justin Verlander’s no-hitter, Wainwright – a player currently on my fantasy baseball team – carried a no-hitter into the sixth inning. As if to illustrate how the baseball gods are cruelly funny, Wainwright was doing this on a night he was riding the proverbial ‘pine’ on my fantasy team. So there I was, rooting for a pitcher to lose his no-hit bid just so I could be spared the embarrassment of having a player benched when he tossed a no-no. Sometimes I really hate fantasy sports and what it does to rational human beings.

The New York Yankees are on a nine-game win streak.
Though I still believe Clemens will be more sizzle than steak, the Yankees could be a move (Mark Teixeira?) or two (Mark Buehrle?) and be right back in the mix. They might not be worrying in Boston (yet), but I’m sure every member of Red Sox Nation knows seven-and-a-half isn’t a very big lead with six head-to-head games remaining.

The NFL preseason is looming.
I’m just not ready to tackle football season yet. Give me a couple more weeks. (I’m sure all the pigskin-loving members of the fantasy league I run just bit through their lips. Sorry boys and girls, but I’m dominating my fantasy baseball league and the Tigers are contenders. I’m enjoying this while I can.)

NASCAR will be racing at Michigan International Speedway on Sunday.
A few of my friends trek to Brooklyn for this race every Fathers Day. When I asked about the allure of racing, one friend offered up the following: “You show up, drink beer all day and people watch. It’s fun.”

So if I understand this correctly, beer + deafening noise + exhaust fumes = gearhead heaven.

(If that’s the case, it won’t be long until we’ll find empty kegs of Milwaukee’s Best on the side of major expressways along with a slew of passed-out, sunburned rednecks.)

A French tennis player was hit in the genitals with a serve traveling in excess of 100 mph.
Had it been Tony Parker, it would have been karmic justice (it was another wine-drinking cheese-lover), but I laughed anyway.

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Sit Back and Enjoy the Ride

Friday, June 8th, 2007

The journey is the reward.
– Chinese proverb

A reader recently shot a rather lengthy e-mail my way begging the question of which is worse – to be a fan of a team that consistently falls just short of a championship or to follow a franchise that’s rarely if ever in contention? The obvious response (to me, at least) is to say the former is much more preferable to the latter. Competitive teams are much more entertaining than consistently awful teams. (Unless you’re a masochist.)

Whether he intended it to or not, the reader’s query got me thinking about what we should expect from our favorite sports franchises. Should any fanbase be disappointed when their team falls just short of a championship? Does too much regular season success followed by post-season mediocrity breed contempt?

Living in Detroit, I’ve been blessed to watch the Red Wings (NHL), Pistons (NBA), University of Michigan Wolverines (football), Michigan State Spartans (basketball) and most recently, the Tigers (MLB) all enjoy a great deal of success in recent years. Some of these teams have been dominant for more than a decade and as a result, the expectations of their loyal throng have risen to unrealistic levels. Any season the Wolverines don’t win the Big Ten, the radio waves carry a cacophony from talking heads calling for the dismissal of the team’s head coach. And heaven forbid the Red Wings win the President’s Cup (for the best regular season record) and fail to bring home Lord Stanley’s Cup to sit alongside of it. Pistons fans are beginning to sound eerily similar too. The mentality seems to be win or don’t bother. The gulf between champion and runner-up seems to be greater than that between second place and worst in the league. Sooner or later, we’ll stop calling it “second place” and start labeling it “first loser”.

Don’t believe me? Look at the Atlanta Braves. Here’s a team that has enjoyed an unprecedented run of success going back to the early 1990s. Near the tail end of their incredible string of fourteen consecutive division titles, the team had troubles selling out their new stadium for playoff games. It’s with stunning regularity you’ll hear someone speak of their success only to downgrade it by mentioning the fact the Braves only managed to win a single World Series during that time. An organization that went to five championships in nine years is considered to be a failure by some critics because they lost four of the five times. During this same stretch of time, the Florida Marlins managed a pair of World Series championships in their only two trips to the post-season and are often thought of as a more successful organization. Two post-season berths compared to fourteen? Fans have become so jaded in Atlanta (and across the nation) as to expect the Braves to flounder in the post-season.

Compare this with the fate of the Kansas City Royals year after year. Since their World Series victory in 1985, the Royals haven’t been to the post-season even once. In the twenty-one seasons since then, Royals fans have seen their favorite team peak three times in second place in their division. Considering Kansas City is the absolute antithesis of Atlanta, I’m sure any blue-blooded Royal fan would opt to punch a Braves fan in the face rather than be subjected to talk of why it’s a shame the Braves can’t be more successful. There’s little sympathy to be found in Kansas City (and in a dozen other baseball towns) because Atlanta fans don’t know how good they have it.

The same goes for Red Wings fans. If a diehard Blackhawk fan were to haul off and slug a Red Wing fan bemoaning their lack of post-season prowess, well, I wouldn’t blame the Chicago fan.

And Arizona Cardinals fans have a chip on their collective shoulder big enough to have a right to attack any sports fan so be careful around them too.

In the end, my advice to fans of any team is to sit back and enjoy the ride. If your team has been riding high, take in a few games and bask in the warmth of winning. It won’t last forever. (Even Yankee fans are coming to this realization.) Is your team rebuilding? Embrace the up-and-coming talent. Watch them develop into elite professionals. Say you knew-them-when. And if your team is a veritable dog, adopt a second team. Though sports polygamy is a dicey subject with some diehards, can anyone really blame fans of the Detroit Lions, Arizona Cardinals, Kansas City Royals, Pittsburgh Pirates, LA Clippers, Golden State Warriors, Chicago Blackhawks, Boston Bruins or anyone from Cleveland or Philadelphia if they started following another team just to feel what it’s like to cheer again? It’s grown men playing children’s games. Get an icy beer, a hot dog, a comfy seat and enjoy the show. It’s supposed to be fun. Relax.

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