Walking Thought of the Day

Living in New York has its pros and cons. Perhaps the most egregious sin New York inflicts upon its citizens is the constant wear of feet. There’s always something to do, always somewhere to be, always somewhere to go. This constant activity requires near-constant walking, at least for the proles who can’t afford a driver (i.e. me). All this walking has made my feet perpetually tired and sore. Though, to be fair, this is a small price to pay to live in NYC. I could live in Fresno.

Schadenfreude

I'm not one who enjoys seeing athletes get hurt...unless of course it directly benefits my team. Finally, the Gods are shining down on my team! (Sort of. It's a shitty run--no pun intended--when a player on another team getting hurt is the best thing that's happened to one of your teams).

Now maybe (maybe) the Warriors make the playoffs.

Unbelievable

The Golden State Warriors are going to win 50+ games...and NOT make the playoffs...or finish first in the West.

The Western Conference is pure insanity. Nine teams within five games of each other. To give you an idea of how unheard-of crazy this is, it would be like nine teams in baseball winning 99 games or more...in the National League. At least one VERY good team is going to be left out, and given my recent run of sports "luck," I feel it might be my team.

The Beauty of Fantasy Sports

With the aforementioned February sports lull in full swing, fantasy basketball has been my personal savior. And, because of my superior drafting skills, my fantasy basketball team rocks.

Not only are The Baron Beards in first place by 14 games, we have been in first place all season long. My lineup is stacked: LeBron James, Chauncey Billups, and Marcus Camby are my big three. With Jose Calderon, Kevin Martin, Monta Ellis, LaMarcus Aldridge, and Manu Ginobili filling out my lineup, I am unstoppable.

It's a testament to the power of fantasy sports that even during a bland sports month, fans can find solace in a completely manufactured sports product. Yup, it's totally awesome...when you're winning. 

The Three-Ring Circus That We Know As Baseball

There is no better indicator of our cultural trajectory than the sad state of baseball.

Okay, maybe that's overstating things just a tad. But the recent bad streak for baseball continues unabated, and this blog post sums up the spectacle with just the right amount of sarcasm..

On a more serious note, this mess is exactly what Selig and his cronies deserve. After looking the other way while players (and profits) got bigger and bigger, Selig is finally facing the truth. It's just unfortunate the fans have to bear this burden as well.

Seriously?

If you thought I was kidding in my post yesterday, check this out.

I know, I know.

The Long, Cold Winter Really Begins

February sucks.

The sports world hibernates after the Super Bowl, leaving the average fan with lackluster pro-basketball, meaningless college hoops, and hockey (which is...well...still hockey). Last night, ESPN was airing high school combines for football players while the bottom-of-the-screen-ticker was updating the world about the latest Professional Bowling results. (I'm not kidding.)

I can't wait until March because:

1. March Madness will arrive.
2. The NBA will start to mean something.
3. Spring training will begin.

Until then, expect more of this.