I too have passed the ball to the referee, in 1991 once

Oh My G

I didn't need Bob Costas for this news flash Sunday night:

They ARE BACK.

I feel like I should feel like I think that Dave felt three weeks before Transformers came out, and I'm sure I will experience similar disappointment.

this one is the best

you can take your cabin in Maine Roger Angell - I'll take this:

Robert Goulet R.I.P.

Return to a time when ESPN didn't suck (the 1990's):

my favorite baseball reading of the week

Former Commish unloads on idiotic Hall of Fame election this week - much like Will Leitch's N.Y. Times baseball stuff except it doesn't induce bile

At least he's honest

On mlbtraderumors.com (the site where one of its rumors almost knocked Billy Beane off of his Gazelle) I recently left a comment about the possibility that Barry Bonds might actually sign on somewhere next year:

"Bonds=ugh," I penned. "Why any team would have an interest in him anymore is a mystery to me."

Nothing too clever, just thought I'd hurl my indignation out there for all to read.

I read one great response, and while I can't endorse its message, I can respect the underlying principle:

"I'd sign zombie Hitler if he'd put up a .480 OBP."

The commenter, wisely, left no username or other traceable personal data.

Column Round-Up

It is possible? People actually want to coach Duke football?

Nats acquire psycho

and of course

Jay Marotti whines

Baseball Winter Meetings Update

Dateline: Nashville

Headline: World Series Champs trade Face of famous scribe

The Boston Red Sox have strengthened their pitching rotation by adding pitching "star" and native of fascist country Johan Santana to their rotation in return the Minnesota Twins have received the face of famed ESPN personality Peter Gammons.

"We look forward to flying Mr. Gammons face from a flagpole atop the Metrodome next year." Twins G.M. Ned Rand was quoted as saying.

Before the Fall

Before there was Moneyball, Rob Neyer, Red Sox Nation, Bonds, Steroids, Tim Krukjian, fucking OPS, twee stadiums, drunk skanks at Cubs games, the travesty of interleague play and the joke that is the wild-card there was a team that embodied the real essence of baseball: copious amount of cocaine, guest spots in immortal Seinfeld episodes, sleeping with every female in sight and destroying charter jets like Zeppelin in '74: