Draft Day Suit

Not much going on in MY world of sports. The Indians are out of the pennant race. Unless they’re giving out a “We Suck” pennant this year, in that case they are in the thick of things. For teams going after the regular pennants, they have a good 30+ games to get through yet, so there’s plenty left to be said in MLB.

I’m starting to feel the football vibe, but my most recent fantasy draft netted me Rashard Mendenhall and Randy Moss in my first two rounds. Yes, picking 10th was a huge advantage this year as I was able to get that second, unexciting guy right away. I like my disappointment hot and immediate (and yes I do believe she said that.)

My 5.5-month old son is helping me write this. His favorite sport is the 8-finger keyboard mash, particularly when it results in an alert beep from the PC speaker. I have to watch him though because he’s all over the control and alt keys and frequently brings up previously unknown keyboard shortcut dialogs. “Are you sure you would like to self-destruct your computer?” He and clippy would have been the best of friends.

Hockey is a couple of months away, both NHL and rec style. I have a good feeling I’m going pro this year though!  Keep your fingers crossed.  I have it on good authority that the pros are looking for a lot of 34-year-old rookies.  They just watched and were inspired by that Dennis Quaid movie.

And everything else is kind of blah.  Things are so slow that the Bengals have gone the whole day without an arrest (last check 2 p.m.)!  Talk about a dull sports day!

Oh well, I guess I’ll go back to killing my lawn.  aj[[[ pofeisu 98gea – Oh, and Lincoln says goodbye.

…and that is about 10 minutes longer than they were exciting last year.

The Washington Nationals are so screwed. Young pitching phenom, Stephen Strasburg is out for the year.

At least.

The Nationals announced today that Strasburg “has a significant tear in his ulnar collateral ligament and will likely require Tommy John surgery“.

As a local all I can say is fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Redskins? I’m not holding my breath.

Wizards? lol

Come on hockey season! Let’s Go Caps!

Next season’s fantasy baseball strategy is already taking shape in my head: get prescription for Adderall.

I’ve got Fantasy Baseball Fatigue, and the prognosis is not good.

It started with the World Cup. I was too obsessed with the multiple heart-stopping games and that German booger-eating coach to spend any time following MLB. Then came the All-Star break. I got out of the habit of checking my three teams daily while no one was playing. Then I went out of town a few times, we got a puppy, blah, blah, blah. Excuses are like assholes. For the record, the same thing happened with my garden. The weeds continue to be out of control. But that’s for another blog.

I can see why people eschew fantasy baseball in favor of fantasy football. It’s so. Much. More. Time. Not only do you have daily lineups to set in fantasy baseball, but even if you set them ahead of time, other than starting pitchers, you never know who might play on a given day. You have to watch who goes on the disabled list. You have to watch who’s starting and who’s not. You have to gauge slumps and decide if and when to bench or trade players who aren’t performing. You have to follow which pitchers settle into closer roles on successful teams. It’s a lot of interwebs clicking. Unlike last season, I’m not working at a job where I actively seek out opportunities for time theft and had ample opportunities daily to sift through pages of statistics, reports, and lineups. Fantasy football, on the other hand, is Showtime Rotisserie of fantasy sports: you just set it and forget it.

I’m almost scared to log into Yahoo! Sports. I’ve become the girl who can’t hang with the boys. The question remains: do I attempt to salvage this season and make a last-ditch attempt at a playoffs run, or just scrap my dreams of virtual baseball trophies and start prepping for football season?

Maybe if I get some meds, I can do both.

Well, well, well, it seems that the  Major League Baseball association is trying to clean up it’s act. Or at least trying to prevent more embarrassing messes in the future.

How? No, they aren’t going to be breaking out the cleanser, though it would probably need a little lye to really clean those hard to reach spots. Instead commissioner Bud Selig just announced the MLB is going to start testing minor league players for human growth hormones.

“The implementation of blood testing in the Minor Leagues represents a significant step in the detection of the illegal use of human growth hormone. The Minor League Program employs state of the art testing procedures and the addition of HGH testing provides an example for all of our drug policies in the future.”

This isn’t your average pee test. The players will be submitted to random blood testing that will take place after games and the blood will be taken from the players non-dominant arms.

This makes me sad.

Why the heck do these athletes think they need to juice up? I hate it!

My dad was a baseball player all his life and could have gone pro, but my mom got knocked up in high school, so my dad married her and had to get a job to provide for his new family. He never would have used steroids, if just out of principle.

The fact that these guys think they have to use something to amp up their game is so disappointing.

Hopefully this type of testing will weed out the idiots and we’ll be able to get back to watching a game in which every player gives his all to the team. You know, they would actually use skill and finesse, play a little small ball and not just use power to hit the ball out of the park every at bat.

I hope this works, if only for the sake of our national pastime. It’s so sullied these days that it’s not the sport that parents want their kids to play anymore. That’s just sad.

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