kinda sorta ready
I'm kinda sorta ready for baseball season. Spring's coming, so I am programmed to start thinking about it. I was thinking about Derek Jeter in particular, and how many people can't stand the guy. And I struggled to find the logic that would make someone feel this way.
And as usual when life leaves me in front of a locked door, I turned to The Boz.
What is the most fundamental and mathematically sound of the Boz Commandments? I asked myself.
Trick question: they are all equally fundamental and each is mathematically airtight. But the one that applied to the Jeter-bashers, as best as I could tell, was the one that has guided me through some of the roughest patches in my life.
People that hate you hate themselves.
So simple. So true. And while I'm sure The Boz originally wanted the underlying message of this commandment to read People that hate The Boz hate themselves, I think he is a generous enough soul to let me extrapolate it to Derek Jeter.
People that hate Derek Jeter hate themselves.
Do you hate yourself?
This Barry Bonds steroid business is very troubling. Who broke this story, Jackie Harvey? Soon they'll be investigating Ben Johnson. Is noone safe from this overaggressive press?
Seriously, while the steroid "revelations" of the past two years shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, they do make an interesting case for Ken Griffey, Jr. as the unquestioned greatest player of his generation (1990's). I guess since mlb had no steroid policy until a couple of years ago, he may have been juicing as well, but I've never heard his name mentioned and he didn't ever undergo the same kind of grotesque physical transformation as most of the other guys who have now been nailed (Palmeiro being an exception).
In other words, throw out all the steroid numbers and you are left with Griffey's 536 HR's (and counting). And A-roid, I guess.
Junior still has an OUTSIDE chance at 700.
Please correct me if I am wrong about him being clean, and provide a link if you have one.
Wednesday night I am headed to BJL's for a final attempt to resuscitate the ol' hard drive. Here's hoping we get a couple of files out of it. Such as the long-lost verbungle post where I reveal my darkest secrets.
Once again I turn to you, talented readers, in an attempt to beef up the verbungle empire. We are looking for contributors to write episode recaps for our sister blog, High Socks and Short Shorts.* Especially if MSG begins airing "Knicks 101" more than once a week.
Salary: $0 per column. Genius points negotiable.
Job Requirements:
-cable TV or illegal equivalent featuring MSG network
-free time
-some interest in 80's basketball and in bullshitting about it.
Hours: Flexible
Email me if you are interested. Our goal is to not miss a game.
Whodat (10 points)?
* Come to think of it, this would be a far better name for the actual TV show than "Knicks 101."
And as usual when life leaves me in front of a locked door, I turned to The Boz.
What is the most fundamental and mathematically sound of the Boz Commandments? I asked myself.
Trick question: they are all equally fundamental and each is mathematically airtight. But the one that applied to the Jeter-bashers, as best as I could tell, was the one that has guided me through some of the roughest patches in my life.
People that hate you hate themselves.
So simple. So true. And while I'm sure The Boz originally wanted the underlying message of this commandment to read People that hate The Boz hate themselves, I think he is a generous enough soul to let me extrapolate it to Derek Jeter.
People that hate Derek Jeter hate themselves.
Do you hate yourself?
This Barry Bonds steroid business is very troubling. Who broke this story, Jackie Harvey? Soon they'll be investigating Ben Johnson. Is noone safe from this overaggressive press?
Seriously, while the steroid "revelations" of the past two years shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, they do make an interesting case for Ken Griffey, Jr. as the unquestioned greatest player of his generation (1990's). I guess since mlb had no steroid policy until a couple of years ago, he may have been juicing as well, but I've never heard his name mentioned and he didn't ever undergo the same kind of grotesque physical transformation as most of the other guys who have now been nailed (Palmeiro being an exception).
In other words, throw out all the steroid numbers and you are left with Griffey's 536 HR's (and counting). And A-roid, I guess.
Junior still has an OUTSIDE chance at 700.
Please correct me if I am wrong about him being clean, and provide a link if you have one.
Wednesday night I am headed to BJL's for a final attempt to resuscitate the ol' hard drive. Here's hoping we get a couple of files out of it. Such as the long-lost verbungle post where I reveal my darkest secrets.
Once again I turn to you, talented readers, in an attempt to beef up the verbungle empire. We are looking for contributors to write episode recaps for our sister blog, High Socks and Short Shorts.* Especially if MSG begins airing "Knicks 101" more than once a week.
Salary: $0 per column. Genius points negotiable.
Job Requirements:
-cable TV or illegal equivalent featuring MSG network
-free time
-some interest in 80's basketball and in bullshitting about it.
Hours: Flexible
Email me if you are interested. Our goal is to not miss a game.
Whodat (10 points)?
* Come to think of it, this would be a far better name for the actual TV show than "Knicks 101."
posted by hans q. bungle at 01:49
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