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Monday, 22-Apr-2002

 

Spurious thoughts and idle musings from the sports week just past ...

 

NBA offs are underway ... Nice to see the Sixers and Celts at it again although Pierce-Iverson doesn't have quite the same sizzle as classic Bird-Erving.  Dem Bugs stole one from the gimpy O-Town Magic, the Pacers smacked the very shaky young Nets while the Spurs, Kings and Mavs all held serve.  But until somebody figures out a way to deal with His Shaqness and Kobe-Wan, it's Hell Ay's world and welcome to it.  I mean, seriously, can you see the Lakers losing four outta seven games any time soon ???  Didn't think so.

 

A quick glance at this morning's MLB standings shows both the Twinks and Spos in first place.  Yep, the same two teams Bud Light tried to terminate with extreme prejudice this past nuclear winter.  And if you keep right on looking, you'll find Bud's Brewers ... who poured a flat one for skipper Davey Lopes on Thursday ... buried deep in the NL Central beer cellar alongside the typically wretched Wrigleys.  Care for a little ketchup with your crow, Mr Commish ???

 

And over in the AL West, those amazing M's are running wild all over again.  Hell, you'd think once Edgar "The Ancient Mariner" Martinez shredded his hammy, their team dreams might've hopped on board an Amtrak Auto Train.  Yet they plugged in Ruben "He's Still Alive?" Sierra and then ripped off 10 straight road wins.  But here's the real kicker ... If you go back to 2000 when Junior Mint traded himself to Cincy, the M's have won 222 games and lost just 121.  Yep, that's right, Seattle could lose their next 100 games in a row and still be a game over .500 since The Kid left.  Hard to believe, Harry.

 

NHL offs are underway ... Nice to see the Habs and Broons at it again although Perreault-Samsonov doesn't have quite the same sizzle as classic Beliveau-Orr.  Dem Canucks stole two from the grumpy Central Red Army Wings, the Leafs smacked the very shaky young Isles while the Blues and Canes all held serve.  But until somebody figures out a way to deal with His Sakicness and Obi-Roy, it's Colorado's world and welcome to it.  I mean, seriously, can you see the Lanche losing four outta seven games any time soon ???  Didn't think so.

 

And so another NFL Draft weekend has come and gone ... And same as it ever was, all the experts' mock drafts went wide right.  I mean, as long as the Bungles still have picks left, why even bother guessing ???  Next up, of course, is this morning's fresh new batch of team grades analyzing who won and who lost the cattle drive.  Which is just as futile since none of these guys have even sniffed an NFL locker room yet.  So as you ponder your team's picks, just remember that the Kipeman himself swore on a case of hair gel that Jim Druckenmiller was gonna be the next Joe Montana and Steve Young.  Case closed.

 

Tawny, Brooke.  Brooke, Tawny.

 

Okay, Terrell, whadda say you and me start over from scratch ... I won't bug you about your hotdogging on the field or ripping your teammates or questioning my coaching decisions.  All I ask is that you give the 49ers your best effort, 110%, okay ???  No distractions, no controversies and no screaming headlines.  Sound good, Terrell ???  Sure, Coach Mooch, you can count on Terrell.  All Terrell wants to do is play football ... And play summer hoops for the Adirondack Wildcats of the USBL.  Sound good, Mooch ???

 

Ah, what better place for the PGA Tour to decompress a week after The Masters than the traditional Long Distance Phone Company That Won't Stop Calling Me During Dinnertime Classic on lovely little Hilton Head Island, home of pelicans, Perrier and Porsches.  Hardly even matters who wins the tournament since everybody's just completely wiped out from Hell Week.  Including El Tigre who skipped the sun and sand altogether.  Nice of him to leave a winner's check for somebody else, don'tcha think ???

 

More NFL Draft thoughts ... There oughta be a rule that no top shelf wannabes should be in New York waiting for podium posedowns with Tags.  None. Zip. Zilch.  All potential picks should be at home with full live camera coverage sitting next to their anxious moms, sibs, aunts and uncles, second cousins once removed, boyhood pals, preachers, agents and high school coaches.  Cause my favorite part of the draft is always the happy happy joy joy that erupts in each house whenever Golden Boy gets the magic cell phone call. 

 

And they'd hafta lose 80 in a row to sink back to .500 since Pay Rod decided he'd rather broil in the Tejas sun for $252 million.

 

Rest in peace, Whizzer.

 

See ya nexted week ...

 

Robert E Hunt Jr

 

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