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Posted November 17, 2009
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We Have The Yankees

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Posted November 10, 2009
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Landslide: Yankees beat out the Red Sox as team of decade

Let's end one debate before it really gets started. The Red Sox gave it a nice run for a while, but the Yankees are the team of the decade -- again.

I can just imagine what the scene in Red Sox Nation is about now. The fans are bitter. Very bitter. The Yankees are back on top, and that can't be sitting too well in New England.

Boston fans can cry all they want that the Yankees bought a championship, but so what? The Yankees are winners. They get the ring. Their city is happy and they are sticking out their tongues at the Red Sox and the rest of the world.

Well, autumn didn't go so well in New England, while it went smashingly in New York. The updated numbers:
  • Wins: Yankees 965, Red Sox 920
  • Postseason Wins: Yankees 52, Red Sox 34
  • American League pennants: Yankees 4, Red Sox 2
  • World Championships: Red Sox 2, Yankees 2

Landslide. Sorry, Nation.

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Posted November 7, 2009
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How are you gonna tell God he can't make thunder and lightning anymore?!

It Was Twenty-Eight Years Ago Today - The Tragic Ali-Holmes Fight

Twenty-eight years ago today at Caesars Palace, Las Vegas, one of the most hard-to-watch and tragic boxing matches in history took place. The legendary Muhammad Ali, already a three-time heavyweight champion of the world, made the unwise decision to come back one more time in an attempt to win the crown for an unprecedented fourth time.

Larry Holmes, Ali's one-time sparring partner, was the new man at the top of the heavyweight division. Unbeaten and having held the WBC championship since his June of 1978 win over Ken Norton, "The Easton Assassin" was some eight years younger than Ali, was at his very peak and had nowhere near the amount of wear and tear on his body that his former employer had on his.. It's easy to be wise after the event - and in the lead up to the October 1980 fight a number of well respected boxing people were actually giving the 38-year-old Ali a chance - but in reality Ali had no chance.

Released documents pertaining to Ali's health and well being came to public knowledge with the 1989 publication of Thomas Hauser's excellent book, "Muhammad Ali, His Life and Times." Now, for the first time, it was apparent just how dangerous it was for Ali to have fought again. No doubt the majority of fans will be aware of the 1980 findings of The Mayo Clinic; how they noted that Ali had "mild ataxic dysarthria," which is a problem using the muscles required to coordinate speaking, and how Ali had problems even conducting a basic finger-to-nose coordination test. Despite all this and more, however, the most beloved boxer in history was allowed to risk serious injury, perhaps even a fatality, against a primed and peaking heavyweight champion of the world.

Even now, almost thirty years later, people wonder why and how this fight was permitted to take place. But basically speaking, though there was far more to it than just this, Ali was a victim of his own incomparable fame and unparalleled status. In other words, Ali was bigger than life and the normal rules and ways of thinking were void in his case. People had such faith in the great man, that if he said he was going to do something, no matter how illogical it seemed, they believed he would do as he said. No-one was ever going to tell Ali he was a shot fighter and that he was unable to do what he said he would. Ali was bigger than life and even members of his own family were unable to stop him doing what his ego told him he still could. Putting it more succinctly, promoter Don King asked, "How are you gonna tell God he can't make thunder and lightning anymore?!"

So the fight happened, and, due in large part to Ali's seriously compromised physical condition being made even worse due to the former champ having taken thyroid pills for a few weeks before the bout, the once great boxer had absolutely nothing but his pride. It was this pride that allowed a pathetic looking and severely weakened Ali to last ten long and awful rounds. His body may have looked great having lost a lot of weight because of the taking of the thyroid pills, but, as Angelo Dundee put, "light was not right." Ali had no strength, was not perspiring at all and was, according to his former doctor Ferdie Pacheco (who, in 1977, had quit the Ali camp in protest of continued boxing on Ali's part), "a walking time bomb."

Ali went through the motions early on, trying to taunt Holmes with the old Ali magic, but after one round, two at the most, it was clear Ali was in trouble. His timing completely off and his punches lacking any snap whatsoever, Ali failed to win a single minute of a single round. Holmes even held back as the bout wore on, refusing to put full power into his hurtful punches. By the 8th and 9th rounds Ali was practically motionless and could barely hold up his hands. It was truly awful to see.

Finally, over the protest of Ali's "witchdoctor," Drew "Bundini" Brown, Dundee pulled his fighter out. "I'm the chief second, the ball game's over!," Angelo told referee Richard Greene in the interval between rounds 10 and 11. Holmes was the winner by 11th round TKO, the one and only stoppage loss of Ali's long career.

No-one benefited from the contest. Not Holmes, who later cried at having beaten up the man who gave him his start, not the fans, who were witness to one of the most harrowing and pitiful boxing matches in history, and certainly not Ali, whose health was made even worse thanks to the taking of what was his 60th pro fight.

It should never have happened, but it did; twenty-eight years ago today.

James Slater | Muhammad & Larry

 

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Posted October 27, 2009
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ALCS Game 6: Angels at Yankees

Yankees players spray Champagne on spectators as they celebrate after the team defeated the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.
NY Post

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Posted October 26, 2009
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Nov. 1, 2009: the greatest sports day ever?

You may be asking yourself, "So what?" Well, this scheduling coincidence has created something that is the sports equivalent of Haley's Comet passing over Earth (and hopefully it won't be as disappointing). On Sunday, November 1st, the NBA, MLB, NHL, and NFL will all be playing games AT THE SAME TIME. Yes, in one of the only instances in your lifetime, you will be able to switch between each of the four major sports (assuming you have a good TV sports package).

Not enough? Good, because there's more --

There's also the final match of the Sony Ericcson Championships on the Tennis Channel (as well as the final round of a men's tennis tournament), the final round of the Viking Classic on the Golf Channel, and the AMP Energy 500 from Talladega Superspeedway on ABC. There will also probably be a MLS playoff game -- I can't confirm that since the schedule hasn't been released yet, but the MLS schedules their postseason games on Thursdays and Sundays, and Nov. 1 is a Sunday.

This means that it may be possible to watch every single professional sports league all on the same day: the NFL, NBA, MLB, NHL, PGA, ATP, WTA, MLS, and NASCAR. It's a shame the UFL couldn't schedule a game in as well. Granted, in order to view all nine leagues, you'd need NBA TV, the Tennis Channel, the Golf Channel and about three or four season-ticket packages. And realistically, you may get so caught up watching Brett Favre return to Green Bay on November 1st that you'll completely ignore everything else. It's also worth noting that because Game 4 of the World Series happens on this day, there will be no Sunday Night Football on NBC. And since the Avalanche-Cunucks game starts at 10 PM Eastern, it's actually not unrealistic to watch most of the four big leagues consecutively (though you'd have to watch the Magic-Raptors game at 1 PM).

 

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Posted October 23, 2009
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Ninja Assassin 2nd Baseman

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Posted October 17, 2009
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Pie Season

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Posted September 30, 2009
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"Titsburgh?" Pete asks. "Is that in Tennsylvania?"

Pete Rose sits in the Field of Dreams, a sports store in the Caesar's Palace Shops in Las Vegas. It's 2009. He sits behind a card table and a velvet rope and two young circus barkers who scream, "Come see Pete Rose! Come see the Hit King!" Pete Rose calls himself the Hit King, signs his baseballs that way too, because he cracked four thousand, two hundred and fifty six hits in his career. And no one ever got more.

Pete is guarded by a young woman, Sarah, who, he rarely fails to point out, has a great ass. She does not seem to mind being reminded about her ass or, anyway, she has grown used to it. There are various job-related quirks when it comes to working with Pete Rose. Appreciating ass compliments seems to be one of them.

"So this woman, she sits down right here, right next to me," Pete is saying, and he points at the spot next to him as if it is a historical landmark. "And she has really big breasts, you know? I mean, really, she has big breasts. And she's like leaning over the table, like, um, you know …"

Pete realizes at this point in his presentation that he needs a stand-in to give the story a visual. He calls over to Sarah and asks her to play the woman with the big breasts. She nods. You get the sense this is a recurring role for her. She sits next to Pete, leans far over the table.

"So," Pete says, "she's really showing off her breasts, you know, like I didn't notice them. And then I say to her, where are you from?" At this point, he pauses, and begins the little demonstration.

"So, where you from?" Pete asks Sarah, who is playing the large-breasted woman. She smiles deeply.

"Titsburgh!" she says triumphantly.

"Titsburgh?" Pete asks. "Is that in Tennsylvania?"

And then, Pete Rose laughs. He does not laugh casually, no, he laughs hard, hard enough that he can hardly breathe, hard enough that if he was drinking, liquid would spew out of his nose. He laughs like this is the single funniest thing he has ever heard, and he is hearing it now for the first time.

Book Excerpts That Don't Suck: The Machine | Book Excerpts That Don't Suck | Deadspin

 

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Posted September 24, 2009
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