Isn't that what smartphones are for?I am blown away that they still don't have a "print" button on SoE. Don't these people realize that 90%* of all sports reading is done in the can at the office?
*That's using B-Ref's metric, not FanGraphs'
I stare at a goddamned computer screen all day. I like to relax with some actual printouts..Isn't that what smartphones are for?
Luddite. Get a Kindle Fire HD. Bam, done, big, good looking screen and the ability to read on the john.I stare at a goddamned computer screen all day. I like to relax with some actual printouts..
Printing things out is soooo 2009. As has been pointed out, mostI am blown away that they still don't have a "print" button on SoE. Don't these people realize that 90%* of all sports reading is done in the can at the office?
*That's using B-Ref's metric, not FanGraphs'
Just use instapaper for your bathroom readingI am blown away that they still don't have a "print" button on SoE. Don't these people realize that 90%* of all sports reading is done in the can at the office?
*That's using B-Ref's metric, not FanGraphs'
"A Bit of Bledsoe," from Wednesday. It's an insightful piece on Bledsoe's role on -- and departure from -- the 2001 Patriots, as well as how he can "feel Alex Smith's pain:"Manning was already burdened with another label, one he carried with him from college. He was the guy who “could not win the big game,” who could never beat Florida, who had already played poorly in two playoff losses in his young NFL career. The stereotype of the statistical giant with feet of clay was as much a cliché as Brady’s fiery-eyed, any-means-necessary unknown. They had always been football’s yin and yang, and always will be, and facts will never be allowed to get in the way of the enduring story.
But for a few years, Manning and Brady played their roles in the morality play perfectly, Brady nurturing the mythos of the underdog, Manning powerless against his greatest rival, Brady becoming Starr to Manning’s 1960s Unitas, Manning finally answering back with his own victories and championships. It’s a story that played across the decade and continues on Sunday, the fiery nobody now a crowned prince, the clay-footed hero now a battered legend trying to build a new legacy.
And it all started in a forgettable game on a forgettable afternoon in September of 2001.
The Powell piece is particularly well-done. It's been years since I've read Michael Holley's Patriot Reign, and I'd forgotten most most of these details. The quote I excerpted is more reflective than the real driving force of the piece (which is Bledsoe's current quotes), but I chose that excerpt because that's one of the better moments of this incredible era in New England sports.. right up there, in my opinion, with any of Vinatieri's field goals, Brady's drives, or even The Walk or The Steal. Enjoy![Bledsoe] was afforded one more chance at redemption in New England, when Brady twisted an ankle in the AFC title game against the Steelers. Bledsoe rallied the Patriots, threw for 102 yards and the winning TD, slightly opening the door for a debate that never came. Belichick stuck with the plan and the rest was an epic for the Patriots and a quarterback now married to a supermodel and worth millions.
But that game against the Steelers, it rejuvenated Bledsoe, breathed life into him, made him understand he was simply a victim of a freaky and yes, harsh fate. He left the field in tears.
“That moment stands out for me and makes that Super Bowl ring more satisfying,” Bledsoe said. “At least I know I was on the field at a pivotal time of the season. When I had that chance to come back and play, it was an outlet for all that emotion I kept inside.”
johnmd20 said:Man, that was FAST.
"Flash's son, Dee, came up to me a few springs ago, and told me: 'Man I never saw my dad as nervous as he was when you were on first base in that Game 5,'" Roberts said.
The steal does not lack for recognition. It never will. Padres prospects want to hear Roberts relive the moment that unraveled Rivera. When Joe Torre saw him years later, before a Dodgers-Giants game, they winked at each other and Torre wagged his index finger at the bandit who cost him a seventh Yankees pennant. "He said 'I remember you,'"Roberts recalled with a little laugh.
drleather2001 said:It's crazy; I read that story on Roberts, and I'm STILL terrified he's going to get called out.
If only for the confluence of weirdness, Lord Peaches remains my favorite (at least since my own sponsorship of Denard "no relation" Span's page lapsed -- it was $10 then, but $275 now, a testament to his success and the site's). Rising prices have cut down a bit on the number of silly sponsorships. But you still stumble on some great and odd ones out there -- all kinds of fans leaving signs and messages to each other, and to players, for all kinds of reasons. Bronson Arroyo, forinstance, does not strike me as an especially Hemingway-esque figure, yet:
(Baseball Reference also claims that Arroyo's nickname is "Saturn Balls." I refuse to believe anybody ever actually calls him that).
0:01 Several of the “young women” you have been quietly admiring also
obediently exit the pool. So, no, they are not recent college graduates
at all, and yes, you will char-broil in hell for eternity someday.
daveuk said:Bump to draw attention to this beautifully written profile of Tom Seaver.
Pat Jordan is one of the greats of sports writing.
http://www.sportsonearth.com/article/64585192/
Tom believes young pitchers today hurt their arms because they throw not too many pitches in a game, but too few. Pitchers strengthen their arms by throwing. He mentioned Joba Chamberlain and Stephen Strasburg as examples of pitchers who were babied and still hurt their arms. Who's to know why a pitcher hurts his arm? A mystery.
Papelbon's Poutine said:This site has gone to absolute shit. I don't know if it can be attributed to Pos leaving or not, but the articles are awful; their facts are incorrect half the time; and their analysis is blog worthy. I would cite examples if I weren't on my phone but anyone checking there now and again probably knows what I'm talking about.
drleather2001 said:This article on Johnny Damon confirms what we all suspected:
Johnny Damon really is an idiot. That was no act.
We went inside the mansion into a huge kitchen, which led to a living room the size of a banquet hall in Westeros. There were big flat-screen TVs, a massive bar and barbecue, an arcade room, a wrestling mat, a ping-pong table and a painting that mimicked Leonardo da Vinci's "Last Supper" -- Damon takes the part of Christ, and his Red Sox teammates are the 12 disciples.
Dollar said:
Wow. That almost rivals the A-Rod Centaur on the pantheon of narcissistic artwork.
The concept has existed basically since the Sox won it:riboflav said:At least there's a joke behind Damon's artwork as he was referred to as JC around here based on his look. That said, the da Vinci painting is a bit much.