What is with the uproar about the sex of South African trackster Castor Semenya? I don't want to go all Captain Obvious on everyone but its so simple: Semen ya=male, Semen nah=female. She's a man Baby, yeah. There hasn't been an easier case of gender identification to solve since the 1976 Olympics and the strange story of East German pole vaulter Inga Titzenbusch.
David Robinson definitely, John Stockton a logical choice, but Michael Jordan a Hall of Fame? Seriously? Why don't we just open it up to every modest talent who barely made his high school team. Only dyed-in-the-wool Kool-Aid drinkers believe Jordan was the reason Chicago won a few NBA championships. True students of the game know the real reason the Bulls were so dominant was the stellar efforts of Scott Williams and Bill Wennington. Congrats to all of the honorees.
The toothless sharks running major league baseball ruled that Alex Rodriguez won't be punished for lying about his juicing up. Is anyone really surprised? Its much easier for Commissioner Bud and his stooges to do the right thing when doing the right thing involves a 20-inning-a-year middle reliever for the Orioles.
This week James Madison tops the true, settle-it-on-the-field college football top 25 poll. Last years' runner-up Montana comes in at #5 and defending national champion Richmond is 6th. Why oh why isn't anyone in higher education concerned about the classroom time lost by the fine young men playing for these schools while they're away from campus for postseason games?
Oh yah, last years paper champion Florida can be considered a distant 26th.
Larry Gelbart passed away Friday. The name is likely not familiar, but think early MASH when the show was truly funny-before the preachy crap started with the cast changes. His style and humor were and are still an inspiration. RIP Mr. Gelbart. Condolences to family and friends.
A lot has been on my mind the last few days. Good, bad, right, wrong, thoughts all over the place. Its funny and yet sad when you see something that is very important to you personally while everyone else treats the same thing as trivial. Something from conversations a long while back returned to my mind-"No one cares unless its theirs". It doesn't quite fit the situation, and yet it does.
As I sit here watching the keyboard stare back at me I realize its time to step back and give up my seat at the table. Times change, people change, and life takes on a different look. Down the road when something in the sports world trips my cord I'll fire up the laptop again but until that time the world outside calls.
Thank you Harry and Beezer for allowing me the chance to (try to) fill your shoes now and again, to Kevin and Kyle for the opportunity to contribute, to the new friends like Fan I'd not known at the old stomping grounds, and to the old friends who've always found my ramblings worthy of their time. It is all greatly appreciated.
Thank you for stopping. Hit the lights on the way out.
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