
Let the trading deadline countdown begin...aka the Pittsburgh Pirate and Cleveland Indians firesale.


In the light of Emperor Goodell's recent decision to "conditionally" reinstate Michael Vick, I thought it would interesting to revitalize the discussion on how much disciplinary power Goodell hold's as NFL commissioner. A brief refresher:
The first round of this year's British Open has given me the greatest throwback to my childhood since Kenny Lofton's resurgence with the Tribe in 2007. During the first day at Turnberry, Shooter McTom Watson shot a 65, and John "The Guy At The Bait Shop" Daly shot a 68. Tiger Woods, for those of you keeping track, shot a 71. The first major that I ever watched--I must have been 7 or 8 years old--was won by Tom Watson. And I can remember the tournament when Daly, so drunk that he could see three balls on the tee in front of him, claimed that he was able to win the title by "making sure that I hit the middle one." The first round stories for these guys are great, and it's just great to see their faces again; Daly has aged with the grace of Joe Cocker. It's not uncommon for old timers to have decent first rounds, sparking Friday water cooler memories. They won't be around on Sunday, but for now I can sit back and fondly remember asking my Dad, "Why is that fat man showing his belly?"
Not only did Jonathan Sanchez hurl a no hitter last Friday night, but he did so without walking a batter. How must Juan Uribe feel for being one of the only ballplayers in history to make an error that winds up being the only thing that stands between your pitcher and a perfect game. He's no Buckner, but it can't feel good.
So this may be the most ridiculous contract of the summer. The Cavs have agreed to terms with Big Bird/Side Show Bob/Carrot Top on a 6 year deal for $42-50 Million. For those of you that are in disbelief I will quote from Cleveland.com ...
I always thought that Andy Roddick spent all of his time getting girls stolen away from him by Van Wilder, or having pranks pulled on him by the guys from the more blue-collar fraternity. But I found out this past Sunday that sometimes, he plays tennis. Yes, he went down to FedEx, who is still The Sex, and now more so than ever with 15 Slam titles. But it took R-Fed not only 5 sets to beat A-Rodd, but the longest Wimbledon final ever (in terms of games played). You'd think that given the historic implications for Federer, and given that Roddick often comes off as a total a-hole, everyone watching this match would be pulling for Federer and for history. But in this heavy weight title bout of a final, A-Rodd had his serve broken only once--in the last and deciding game of the 5th set. He held serve for something incredible like 40 straight games. The final game of the final set was 16-14, for crying out loud, and Roddick held serve for like 11 straight games with the title hanging in the balance. In conclusion, I have done my share of Andy Roddick bashing in the past. But the guy certainly brought his game on Sunday, and I have to admit it was hard to see him lose the match.
By becoming a US citizen. He was quoted as saying "it's a pretty proud day for me." He said his wife and daughters are Americans. While this makes a nice story of wanting to be American along with the rest of his family, here at the sporting nerd we are too smart to buy that excuse.