Showing posts with label crocuses and rebirth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crocuses and rebirth. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Crappy Old Player Eager To Prove He Still Belongs

Have you ever read an article with such a fascinating premise? Can you even conceptualize it? This is the pinnacle of captivation. This guy used to be really good... now he's not, but he's still just good enough to stay in the league... so he's (surprise!) going to put in some extra work to try and compensate for his declining ability. I know what you're thinking- they should make a movie about this. I agree. Someone get Michael Eisner on the phone.

"I am 39," Mussina says, wry grin creasing his face. "It's no rumor."

Old man acknowledges his oldness. Wryly.

"I think every spring is a little bit different, and this one's different in quite a few ways," Mussina says during an early-morning conversation.

Old man mumbles the kind of nonsense you would expect an old man to mumble.

"I'm trying to show myself and everyone else that I can still pitch."

Old man rattles off a cliche that basically amounts to an admission of age.

"When you're getting older and you have a bad year, the first reaction is, 'He's losing his skills.'

Old man says what everyone else knows is true, but does so in such a fashion that shows he refuses to acknowledge said truth.

"I'm sure I'm not the same pitcher I was 10 years ago, but I think I can still pitch. And I want to prove to myself that I can still do this the way I think I can."

See above. This is a weak-ass post, so I'll just cut to the chase. Based on these eye-opening quotes (be glad I spared you the filler in between them), did this article need to be written? Mmmmmm.... um..... uh..... nope.

"I understand from the baseball people that he's been working his ass off," Hank Steinbrenner, senior vice-president and son of George, says. "That's the thing that makes me confident. He has a tremendous desire to come back and have a great year."

Team implies crusty old player is getting his ass DFAed by June.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

What Was the POINT of All That?

Such were my sentiments after reading this shit. I'm at a loss for why HatGuy wrote it. Literally, I could sum it up by saying "Breaking News! Football season ended. Here are a list of sports-related things that are not football that are happening now or will happen soon." But that would be way too lenient of me.

The sun rose this morning — I checked — even in Boston. I suspect more people called in sick than usual on a Monday, but the subways and buses ran and the mail carriers were stayed from their appointed rounds by neither rain nor sleet nor heaviness of heart.

A paragraph of pure quasi-poetic nonsensitudes. Lets search really hard through this entire piece to find something that shows you're qualified for your job. And that usage of "stay" vaguely fits the twelfth definition, but about a billion other, less confusing words would have been better.

In New York, it’s a different story, but we’ll leave those happy folks to deal with the Day after Football in their own way. Somehow, we get the feeling they’ll find a way to muddle through.

People from New York are....happy about the Super Bowl. Press on, analyst!

For five weeks now, the NFL playoffs have carried us, giving us an island of excitement to look ahead to each week and crowning it all with the greatest Super Bowl we’ve ever seen. But now it’s Monday, and while the glow will linger for a while, the stage has been struck on our great mid-winter diversion. And outside our doors, February reigns.

Is this really so dramatic? Honestly, this is the kind of shit that would piss off even a high school English teacher.

Which leaves us with the question raised by Shakespeare in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream:” “How shall we beguile the lazy time if not with some delight?”

The answer shows that old Will was one of us: “There is a brief of how many sports are ripe; make a choice of which your highness will see first.”


What a totally appropriate thing to write in a sports column (this is about sports, right?). I'm getting the image of Celizic standing up in the crowd at like a baseball game or something and saying that out loud. Now I'm imagining the people who heard him say that beating the shit out of him. Ahhhhh. Soothing. All of the anger I felt after imagining Celizic get a paycheck just faded away......

It’s not so bleak as it seems. The end of one passion is followed by the commencement of another. Check the calendars, fans — especially those of you in Boston — it is Feb. 4. In 11 days, pitchers and catchers start reporting for duty.

Pitchers and catchers reporting is sort of like a harbinger of something exciting happening, rather than an exciting event in of itself. I use the word "harbinger", because it's one of those useless words you learn in a high school English class, much like the one that seems to have taken over Celizic's life. So I'm speaking his language. He knows what it means.

So start crossing off the days, and while you’re doing it, you might want to pay a bit more attention to the NBA, where the season has passed the midway point and is starting to get interesting. (This advice does not apply in New York. If you’re from there, don’t bother looking at the standings; it’s too depressing.)

Great advice. We're about to find out how much attention Mike Celizic has paid to the NBA in the past 6 months. Brace yourselves, because this is going to be pretty brutal. He literally looked at the NBA standings and said as much as he could just going off of that. Don't believe me? Read on.

Patriot fans get a break there, thanks to the Celtics, who are leading the world, and, after 44 games still haven’t gotten to 10 losses.

Standing-based fact #1.

OK, the football immortality thing didn’t work out, and that annoying old poop Mercury Morris is drinking champagne at your expense. The Celtics are back from their long sabbatical, and if you look out West, you can start dreaming about the next-best match-up to Yankees-Red Sox. And speaking of that, there’s always pitchers and catchers and another chance to pay back those arrogant fans in New York.

I'm going to assume the role of your current high school English teacher and make a few comments on this paragraph, Michael. Now, you'll just have to pretend that this is appearing in bright red ink.

OK, the football immortality thing didn’t work out, and that annoying old poop Mercury Morris is drinking champagne at your expense.

You transitioned into the subject of the NBA. Once there, you were able to list one fact before reverting back to the Super Bowl. This is just a "space filler" sentence. Also consider replacing "poop", with something that makes you sound a little less.....70 years old. Maybe....."fecal matter"? That annoying old fecal matter Mercury Morris? Eh, it's a little better.

The Celtics are back from their long sabbatical, and if you look out West, you can start dreaming about the next-best match-up to Yankees-Red Sox.

A bit of an awkward tradition, especially if you don't immediately clarify the Western matchup. You know, by specifying teams and such.

And speaking of that, there’s always pitchers and catchers and another chance to pay back those arrogant fans in New York.

This sentence totally doesn't fit. You already talked about pitchers and catchers two paragraphs ago. And you failed to talk about the Western matchup you alluded to in the prior sentence. Desert island

Grade: D-. I'm passing you only because I never want to see "A Midsummer Night's Dream" appear in a sports column again.

The Lakers — you remember the team so bad Kobe Bryant didn’t want to play for them anymore? — are right up there challenging for supremacy of the NBA’s power conference along with Phoenix, New Orleans (New Orleans? How’d that happen? I’ve really got to pay closer attention.)

I'll record this date. Monday, May 4, 2008. Mike Celizic finally admitted that he doesn't pay enough attention to the subjects he writes about. Also, I'd like to point out that this is all stuff that Celizic can find out by staring only at an NBA standings page.

Dallas, Utah, San Antonio, Golden State and Denver. There’s just five wins separating all of those teams, and if you don’t think that’s a horse race worth watching, you’re beyond salvation.

More things you found out just from looking at the standings. Why can't I be paid to do this? Also, I'm going to make a ridiculously bold prediction and say that you do not watch a single game played by Dallas, Utah, San Antonio, Golden State, or Denver for the next 3 months.

Can you imagine what it would be like if the Celtics and Lakers got together again in the Finals? Kobe and whoever those other four guys are against Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen? Could it get any better than that? How about with Phil Jackson on the Laker bench?

"Kobe and whoever those other four guys are." Wow. Whoever Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom are, they better get better soon if they want the Los Angeles Bryants to have a chance at taking down the Celtics. Andrew Bynum? More like....Andrew Get-A-Fucking-Name-Dude! Ha ha! I'm right there with you, HatGuy!

What's funny is that HatGuy isn't recognizing that the Lakers are a top team again BECAUSE the supporting cast for Kobe is good again.

And if that doesn’t float your boat, how about Daytona? NASCAR’s most glamorous event and the kick-off of the season is just two weeks away, just like pitchers and catchers. It’s the perfect road trip, if you’re looking to escape winter’s icy grip — do the 500, then head off to spring training camps for another week. Take your golf clubs.

You're obsessed with pitchers and catchers. It's not that exciting, really, and I'm a baseball fan to an unhealthily large extent. There aren't even games to watch. I'm not gonna bash NASCAR, because so many people in America like it, but NASCAR is 100% completely and totally useless and boring to follow and watch. It's also stupid.

I mean come on. There's no VORP!

(note: above may actually be pnoles's personal opinion in disguise and not actually fact.)

I’d go into one of my regular rhapsodies about the joys of the NHL here, but that sports’ fans know all about how Detroit is putting together a phenomenal season, so incredible that they’ve removed all the drama from the regular season. No matter who else does what, the Red Wings are going into the playoffs with the top seed.


More things you can see from the standings page.....

NCAA hoops is more interesting, anyway. We’re into the final month of the season, and Memphis is still undefeated. Teams don’t run off perfect seasons anymore, and my bet is Memphis won’t, either. But they’re worth watching — just in case.

Agreed, you should try it sometime. Name me one player on Memphis. Go ahead. Try.

And if I haven't beaten this to death yet, I could have written that paragraph just by looking at the national rankings and Memphis's record.

Besides, it’s time to start thinking about who’s going to make it to March Madness, the single best tournament in America sports. That is literally just around the corner.

The schedule giveth and the schedule taketh away. We lose the passion of the NFL playoffs, and we’re given a smorgasbord of things to look ahead to.


The NBA is always going on at this time. Pitchers and catchers always report soon after the Super Bowl. NCAA March Madness is always in....wait for it....MARCH! People who care about these things know all of these things already. I want to know, please, who the hell is your "target audience" in this article?

The schedule giveth and the schedule taketh away. We lose the passion of the NFL playoffs, and we’re given a smorgasbord of things to look ahead to.

More old-Englishy Shakespeary-talk. Stop writing. Just stop. I already gave you your D-minus, you can go now.

Spring training starts, the NBA is heating up, college hoops craziness is starting to warm up for its annual crescendo, those guys who do left turns at 200 m.p.h. are putting the pedal to the metal

You already said these obvious things. Repeating obvious things is not a good writing tactic.

and before you know it, the magnolias are blooming in Augusta and it’s time to see whether there’s going to be a shot at the Grand Slam for Tiger Woods. Elsewhere, others are already starting to think about Kentucky and mint juleps and a run for the roses.

Yeah, February can be the pits, especially in the post-Super Bowl depression. But it’s hardly dead. It’s when we look forward to new thrills, to March and crocuses and rebirth.


Does it get any more puffy and bullshit-y than "crocuses and rebirth"? I don't know, but I've got myself a fun new label.

Hey you forgot someth-

And pitchers and catchers.

There it is.

Bring it on.

Oh, it's already been burrr-oughten.