Category: Other Sports

The Blood of Patriots

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Here’s some Boston-related sports news:

First, some kind of marathon. The ESPN coverage hints at but doesn’t really spell out how close the final half-mile was between the Russian, Alevtina Biktimirova, and the Final Fantasy VII villain Dire Tune. Tune and Biktimirova covered that last eight blocks in a dead-out sprint. They wove in and out of each other’s paths. People screamed. It was epic.

On the men’s side, the race belonged to four-time winner Cheruiyot from at least Newton on. He led a small knot of about four runners for a good stretch, then just broke away from them a second at a time. After that, nobody could even touch him for the remaining miles. He pumped his fist after crossing the finish line and counted out one-two-three-four, thus proving he’s no stranger to Boston post-victory culture. Bill Belichick’s got his eye on him.

Not all was joy in Mudville, however: the Canadiens trapped, shot and skinned the Bruins last night, knocking them out of the championship contention. Montreal rookie goalie Andrei Kostitsyn had the game of his life, not letting a single one of Boston’s 25 shots on goal get by. Thus another Bruins’ season ends in disappointment, which isn’t really “news” in the traditional sense. Think of a workplace safety board being updated – “X Days Without an Incident”; that’s the kind of story this is.

Finally, undaunted by their stunt’s unexpected success last year, Jordan’s Furniture is once again offering free furniture. This time, though, the Sox can’t just win the World Series – they have to sweep the first four games. They paid for this with an “insurance policy” last year, which I have to imagine is secret code for “gigantic sports book” as I can’t picture Citigroup writing off baseball-related furniture losses.

Can this stunt pay off?

The MLB.REDSOX contract is going for 14.00 on Tradesports. There’s no “REDSOX.SWEEP” contract posted, but let’s assume, for the sake of blogging, that the odds are similar. A contract on Tradesports pays $100 $10 if the conditions it describes come true. So to “insure” one million dollars worth of furniture, Jordan’s Furniture would need to buy 10,000100,000 shares of MLB.REDSOX. If they bought today, that’d cost them $140,000. (Edit: fixed some math)

I don’t know much about inventory and wholesaling, but I say that’s not a bad bet.

(If there’s any interest, I’ll talk more about Tradesports and other “idea futures” in another post)

Three Completely Unrelated Sports

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Airwolf FlyoverHey internets, remember me? I’m the webmaster for this site and I was writing on Wednesdays for a while. Well, I have been a bit busy. In my real life I switched jobs and that was stealing most of my free time. I am now a “web development engineer” as opposed to my previous job where I was a “software engineer.” For some of you I basically just said I went from being a “computer guy” to being a “computer guy,” but the truth is I went from being a “MS SQL guy” to an “ASP.NET guy.” Don’t worry, I’m not going to switch from WordPress to a C# software package, I still have to, at least, check out version 2.5 before making rash changes.

Enough of the computer/software talk, on to the sports. Since I’ve finally settled into my new routine, I was able to take in a full weekend (Saturday) of sports. ????? ???? ???? ?????

First event of the weekend was a Rolex Sports Car series race: GAINSCO Grand Prix of Miami at Homestead Miami Speedway (say that 3-times fast). Read More

A Place of Miniature Business

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A Monster Golf MonsterI tried a couple of new things for my birthday this year. I got some exercise and some blisters by going roller skating at Boston’s only roller skating rink — Chez Vous. Exercise, because I had forgotten that I’m getting older and I’m not as spry as I was in my youth. and Blisters because the rentals skates have been worn by many a person before myself. But even with that, it was a fun time and I got to feel younger that I actually am.

Another “sport” I tried for my birthday was some indoor miniature golf. I went to a local Monster Golf and tried to shine under the black lights. It was pretty good other than the weird way that all the greens were interconnected.

But when I got home, I learned that for the low low price of $140,000.00 I could have my very own black light miniature golf course. Sweet! But the amazing income of $3 a month for a blog, doesn’t allow one to buy such extravagances. So for now, I must stick to the day job.

Finally, a week ago, I said I was giving away a copy of Baseball Prospectus’s new Guide to the 2008 Baseball Season. Well that time has come. Using the exciting random method of visiting Random.org and getting a number between 2 and 10 (the comments that are not mine on my post). The winner is The U. Who you may know from being a sports trivia genius over at Chuck Sports.

[Business Day One] An Assault On Your Senses

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I was scared at first.  Scared that the love I thought I felt was just nostalgia for a simpler time.  I was a different person now than when they originally walked into my life.  My eyes are nearly two decades older than they were the first time I saw them, and they’ve seen so much since then.  Would they still look upon them with fondness?  Does my heart still have the ability to care deeply enough?  But they came back and the joy returned.  And it really was love.  I know that now.

 So thank you, American Gladiators.  It’s nice to feel this way again.

I wrote to express my optimism last month when the New American Gladiators premiered and I’m writing now to say that my hopes were realized.  I watched the entirety of this season’s tournament and was entirely satisfied with the results.  Now, I actually find myself looking forward to next season (whenever they get around to making it).  I loved the new events (Pyramid was an absolute joy to watch), the Gladiators were fantastic (Wolf’s bizarrely poetic contestant taunts delighted my roommate and me), and the Eliminator was so grueling that it truly earned its name. ???? ????

There have been folks that told me they didn’t want to watch this year because they didn’t want to taint the memories of the original.  These people should be sprayed with a water bottle like they’re misbehaving cats. ???? ????? ??? ????   If the Gods of Television judge us worthy of a second season, every last one of you better clear your schedules to prepare.  If not, I’ll come to eat of your houses dressed like Mayhem and shoot Nerf Balls at you.  I will.  I’ve got nothing else to do. ?????? ???????

 Watch American Gladiators Season Two.  Do it. 

King of the Mountain

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Norgay and Hilary

We know the numbers well. They exist in yellowed hardbound books, on the backs of bubblegum cards, in the corners of the mind reserved for more important things. Hank Aaron hit 756 home runs, and Barry Bonds may still be going. Michael Jordan won ten NBA scoring titles and six championships. Jim Brown rumbled for over 12,000 yards in nine seasons and retired only because he didn’t feel like running for 12,000 more. Wilt Chamberlain scored 100 points in a single game and it wasn’t even his most remarkable accomplishment of that season. (Of 3,890 minutes the Philadelphia Warriors played that season, Chamberlain was on the court for all but 8 of them.) These are the sporting feats that were collectively ours as fans, athletic magic tricks that made kids marvel and force us to rub our eyes in amazement years later at the ink in the record books. DiMaggio, fifty-six consecutive, Williams at .406. These numbers are spellbinding twofold; one, because they stand towering above their peers’ best attempts, and two because they surge even higher compared to us, the people sitting and watching. My goodness, could any of us even get one hit in a baseball game? It’s almost unthinkable!

Well, here is unthinkable: in 1953, a 33 year old New Zealand beekeeper named Ed Hilary climbed Mount Everest, a 29,029 foot knife carved in ice. Read More

Animal Planet

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Tom Brady recently ran into the 4-legged Tom Brady on the streets of New York City. The 4-legged Tom Brady was a dog, named so by a fan. So I figured I would try and give all my pets athlete names.

First is my pet Emu.

Emu JohnsonRandy Johnson

His name is Randy Johnson.

I also have a pet lion, I named him Manny Ramirez. Here’s a picture of him after missing a fly ball:

Lion Hiding Behind PawManny Ramirez

Of course I don’t let Manny hang out with Randy — No Sox/Yankees violence allowed in my house/zoo. Read More

[Business Day One] Lacing Up

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Nike has a commercial on its website that I absolutely love.  It shows people throughout history running with a purpose.  We see a warrior is charging into battle, a scout is warning others of an invasion, a gunslinger is running out of a Wild West town and a police officer is chasing down a suspect.  The commercial then cuts to a guy on a treadmill at some grey, urban gym and asks what our motivation is.  Check it out, it’s a fun thirty seconds.

Though I’m relatively new to the sport of running (just a few months, and only two races), I’ve developed quite an appreciation for it.  There’s a splendid rawness to running that no other sport can provide.  And while I love football for the armored warriors battling each other in a rigidly time contest on a gridded field, I love getting out and running for the exact opposite reason – all you need are sneakers and ground.

Running is, in some ways, an anti-sport.  We watch football to see gladiators fight for ground.  We are enrapt by watching a baseball player hit a ninth inning homerun.  We immerse ourselves in the unadulterated frenzy of college basketball.  We gawk at the strongest, fastest people on Earth and engage in wild fantasy about being one of them.  Arliss Michaels got it right at the beginning of that spectacular show of his.  “We cheer them, we live through them, athletes are our last warriors. ????? ??? ?????? ”  But when we see a runner run, there isn’t that mythic divide between spectator and sportsman.  The boundaries of entry to that world aren’t nearly as high.  You don’t need a contract or sponsors.  You don’t need to get a scholarship or develop a fanbase for jersey sales.  All you need are sneakers and ground.

I think that the most amazing thing about running is its accessibility.  If you wanted to run the Boston MarathoExciting, eh?n, and be shoulder to shoulder with the greatest runners in the world, you can!  There are countless charities that can make it happen.  If you want to spend your life improving your 5K time, you can! ????????   If you want to talk to a lifetime runner and feel like you’re an equal, you can!  Running satisfies a different part of your soul than football or baseball. ?????? ?????? ???   Those latter two are no longer sports of the people.  Long gone are the days where players had to work offseason jobs to make ends meet.  The ability to relate to them just isn’t there.  But runners are just like us – people that get up, eat a hearty breakfast, put on their shorts and go jogging.  I think that’s why folks that watch the marathons cheer so loud.  They’re cheering on their peers.

If any of you are looking for a New Year’s Resolution, how about giving running a shot?  If my experience is any indication, you’ll feel more connected to the world of sport than any football message board, $50 baseball seat or hockey sweater ever will.

Mascots Are Everywhere

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Baldwin the Boston College EagleRecently the internet pipe trucks have been full of mascot news and stories, and I’m not one to buck the trend. But before I get into the links I have a story. Back in my college days, I had a terrible job. (Well, maybe job isn’t the right word because the only “payment” I received was a pair of pants. And not good pants, maroon warm-ups — like the athletes that are sitting on the bench wear.) So, back in college I had this terrible work-like activity I did.

I didn’t gain any recognition for what I did, but everyone got to see me (sometimes even on TV). ?????????? ????? I had to work at random hours. I was punched by kids of all ages, but I also got my picture taken with even more kids. I did get to wear cool credentials that gave me access to the secret underground tunnels. Sometimes there was even some free food. I had to ride in a bus with either the cheerleaders or the band. It was my choice, but how do you make that choice? On one hand, you have some decent looking women who are completely vapid and only want to talk about which members of the football team they’ve slept with. On the other hand, you have a group who barely dates outside the group and have limited social skills. (I usually went with the band — a nerd really can’t fault someone too much for their social skills.)

I was Baldwin, The Boston College eagle. Read More