Thursday, November 30, 2006
Grandpa's pissed
Albert Pujols is feeling pretty cranky today. In a story from the Associated Press:
The St. Louis Cardinals' slugger is upset he lost out to Philadelphia's Ryan Howard for the National League MVP award, saying Wednesday the honor should go to someone on a playoff team.
"I see it this way: Someone who doesn't take his team to the playoffs doesn't deserve to win the MVP," Pujols said in Spanish at a news conference organized by the Dominican Republic's sports ministry.
While he should have won the award, he would have been much better served pointing to his statistical advantages over Howard, not the miscast "the MVP should come from a playoff team" argument. Because, after all, the Phillies won more games than the Cardinals this year.
And it's also unfortunate that a guy who just won a World Series is spending his offseason moaning about individual awards. Tough life, I guess.
This really happened, right?
For Welty, of course.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I'm back.
I've forgotten how to write. With dead media ventures strewn throughout my past (R.I.P. Flotsam), I look back and remember a time when I possessed the passion, the fire and the drive (Apparently, I was the Lou Piniella of Bloggers. This must make me antiquated and silly, yet loved by many ill-informed fans) to give my thoughts to the masses, and then complain when no one commented.So, after lovingly creating these ... creations, I would slowly let them fade away and listen to JR Radcliffe yell at me. Then I'd send him brownies in the mail, they'd be slightly stale, and he'd love me again anyway.
Well, I feel like writing again. I'll probably treat this more as a public journal, and I'll just throw up things that I'm interested in or thinking about. They might be 2,000 words, they might be 20 words. They could be about sports, TV, movies, music, politics (ehh), my life (double ehh) or whatever strikes my fancy.
I don't have any noble goals for this.
Mostly I'll just write about The Office, I think.
Cheers.