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Monday, 8-Jul-2002

 

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

 

Contraction threats.  Steroid accusations.  Untimely deaths.  Labor storm clouds.  Gay catcher rumors.  Six managers axed.  Latin players aging overnight.  Dugout fights.  Fans staying away in droves.  Questionable trades.  Bubble gum and bone chips on eBay.  Go ahead, baseball, take three days off.  I think we can all use the rest.

 

Will anyone remember or for that matter will anyone care that some dude named Lleyton Hewitt won Wimbledon ???  Not when the Williams sisters are playing the family feud like this they won't.  And with her Saturday Centre Court win, little sister Serena brickhoused big sister Venus back into runner-up land and swiped her No. 1 spot in the computer rankings to boot.  Might be time for daddy Richard to build a new trophy room cause his daughters are just getting started on their plateware collections.

 

How come the Tour de France goes through Luxembourg and Germany too ???  Did France run out of bicycle room ??? 

 

Methinks Rafael Palmeiro might rethink his Viagra endorsement one of these days.  Especially after the reception he got in Pittsburgh recently when his Strangers were in town for an interleague three-gamer against the Pirates.  At first the stadium PA jokers just played the cartoon "Boing!" sound whenever Raffy came up to bat.  But then they moved on to "Pop Goes The Weasel" and the Woody Woodpecker song.  Not to mention playing a video of a gushing city fountain on the big screen during his time up.  Schwing, batter.

 

Brazil 2, Germany 0 ... Just like the NCAA Tournament, the upsets were more fun than watching the Bungles negotiate with their draft picks ... But in the end the big boys almost always leave town with the hardware.  And so the Samba Kings iced their fifth Jules Rimet trophy thus ending a giddy month of Far East Soccermania.  For me, I make no secret of the fact that I don't live and die with this sport.  But I'll take the World Cup over the pre-packaged, ultra-saccharine Olympics every time.  Because it's real.  Simple as that.

 

Sammy, Rick.  Rick, Sammy.

 

If you don't mind, I'd like to leave the sports world for a second and pay tribute to a recent loss I felt.  As each year goes by, I can see for miles and miles that the bands I fell in love with during those long-ago formative years will be my touchstones forever.  For me, it's been Bruce, The Clash, U2 and The Who.  I've windmilled my air guitar with Pete Townshend in "Baba O'Riley", pounded my invisible drum kit with Keith Moon on "Slip Kid" and primal screamed with Roger Daltrey in "Won't Get Fooled Again" until my throat hurt.  And every time I hear "My Generation", my fingers fly across my air bass right alongside John Entwistle.  Rest in peace, Ox.

 

From the official baseball "It Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time" list ... After voting for the All-Star Game's starting lineups, fans got to vote again to pick the 30th player on each team.  The Senior Circuit choices were Brian Giles, Larry Walker, Andruw Jones, Albert Pujols and Ryan Klesko while AL fans selected from Eric Chavez, Magglio Ordonez, Jim Thome, Johnny Damon and Darin Erstad.  Jones and Damon won and now get to go visit Laverne and Shirley for three days while the other eight guys can now take comfort knowing they've been passed over twice.  Yeah, that oughta make them and their incentive clauses feel better.

 

Do you think they'll be serving fondue at the Jagwires training camp ???  Yeah, me neither.  At least not after K Jaret Holmes and P Chris Hanson had themselves a little fumble with a hot pot of oil at Hanson's home late last month.  Hanson's wife, Kasey, was also burned in the mishap but she's all better now.  The two special teamers are both expected to be fully recovered in time for camp but I suspect the pot's already been put on irrevocable waivers.

 

Let it go, Tatum.  Just let it go.  Your career peaked when you were 10.  Leave Johnny Mac alone.  You didn't want him so he's ours now.

 

Nice hair, Ronaldo.  For that matter, the entire World Cup was one hideous hair day after another.  From David Beckham's spiky yellow "Never Mind The Cowlicks, Here's The Walking Heads" mat to Clint Mathis's "Chingachcook Meets Mark Messier" mohawk to Ronaldinho's "Cool Runnings" dreads, we had no shortage of crazy coifs.  And 25 years from now when the 2002 FIFA World Cup Anniversary DVD comes out, their wives will all ask them the same question ... "Just what the hell were you thinking?"

 

There goes the greatest hitter who ever lived.  Rest in peace, Teddy Ballgame.  And so now that Ted Williams has gone to The Great Batter's Box In The Sky, we need to anoint a new Greatest Living Ballplayer.  Take your pick ... Either Hammerin' Hank or The Say Hey Kid would be worthy kings.  I saw them both play and we can't go wrong either way.  Sigh, I saw them both play.  Talking bout my g-g-g-generation.

 

See ya nexted week ...

 

Robert E Hunt Jr

 

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