Friday, February 22, 2008

It's finally here!

Lacrosse season has begun. Unfortunately, here in DC the weather has not cooperated and my alma mater cannot make the trek from New England down to "Charm City". I can't wait to start watching the greatest sport this spring. In early March we have the Face-Off classic at Ravens stadium and it's Syracuse vs. UVA and Hopkins vs. Princeton. Last year the right teams won (Hopkins in a thriller in OT, and UVA which crushed Syracuse, yeee haw!) and I'm hoping that the same will occur this year, though Princeton has a great goalie this year and Hopkins is shaky in goal.

I truly enjoy lacrosse above all other sports, having played the sport for four years in college and a little in high school it is near and dear to my heart. Baseball was my first love and I'll always follow the sport, but it pales in comparison to my almost rabid devotion to a sport that is more entertaining than any other around. Football is an institution here in the US of A (I wrote some thoughts about that earlier), but it isn't a very, well, accessible sport as is lacrosse.

I can't wait to get my lacrosse fix satiated, come on inside and be one of us, you won't regret it and your wife will respect you in the morning.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I've been avoiding this

Well, they lost. The only team to lose the one game that mattered. Damnit. God, that sucked, can't believe I wasted my Sunday evening screaming at the TV. Once Samuel let that ball go through his fingers I KNEW IT WAS OVER!

It was a good game, but the end result SUCKED ASS! (sorry Boondock Saints moment)

There's not much else for me to put down here.

Now onto more recent matters. Well, Roger was here in town (saw him from a distance much closer than usual on the playing field, psst, I work about 3 blocks from Capitol Hill so I run into a whole host of folks) and it was worse than sitting in the principal's office with a "he said, no I did, he did, I said" situaiton. I guess, do I believe Roger? NOPE, how can a person go from a middling career to averaging 17 wins for the next five seasons being over 35? Sure, hard work comes into it, but he had to have supplements that aren't usual. Nature is a cruel mistress. I'm 38 and I've kept myself in decent shape (meaning I'm no more than 20 lbs overweight at one time) and I've worked out, two times a day for the past year (finally paying off, now can someone stop the beer fawcett?) and my recovery after a Monday hardcore workout is three days. With steroids and HGH that would get cut by 75% so by Tuesday afternoon I'd be right as rain. It's no surprise that after the drug policy went into place Clemens' numbers went down down down and he was injured pretty quickly as was Bonds and other steroid users.

A follow-up question is this, why oh why does this matter? I mean, how is this different than a spitballer? I mean Hoyt Wilhem, Gaylord Perry, Satchel Paige, even Bob Feller (who's a bit high and mighty for himself) cheated, and Wilhem and Perry prolonged their careers with the spitter. So what that Clemens used supplements to increase his time in playing. Did it hurt the game overall? I mean, do fans really think that baseball is that easy and that if one uses supplements that it's cheating because so many do use them? Integrity smegrity, get over it. When I played Babe Ruth summer ball we had a kid on our team who used to rub the balls with chaw juice between innings to make them softer so the ball wouldn't carry and hit the jogging track in left-center. It worked. The other team's coach knew about and complained but in the end it didn't change much. I have a hard time seeing this as anything different.