The Cassel Trio

Greetings from Bradley International Airport, where my 7:35pm flight to Raleigh, NC has been delayed until 9pm. Ugh. On a good note though, Bradley has free wi-fi. Definitely a plus.

Earlier in the day, I watched my favorite NFL player have an awful game against the Baltimore Ravens. Matt Cassel had only nine complete passes for a total of 80-something yards. Throw in a few interceptions and he probably wishes he never arrived at Arrowhead Stadium today.

Anywho, because he’s my favorite player, my reaction to this game is much like my reaction to when Phil Hughes pitches poorly: he’s still my favorite and nothing he does will change that.

The story behind me becoming a Cassel fan is a long and complicated one and I don’t care to bore you with a bunch of random football nonsense. However, I’ll give you some other random nonsense. I recently found out something about Cassel that interested me a lot: he has two brothers, both who play(ed) professional baseball.

His younger brother, Justin, is currently a pitcher in the Chicago White Sox organization. His older brother, Jack, had pitched for the San Diego Padres and Houston Astros, prior to retiring from the game last year.

Matt, in fact, also has some baseball talent himself. He attended USC where he, obviously, played football. However, he was on the school’s baseball team as well. (Where he was teammates with current big-leaguer and former New York Yankees pitcher, Ian Kennedy. Remember him?) Matt was then drafted in the 36th round of the 2004 MLB draft by the Oakland Athletics. Obviously, he didn’t sign with the West Coast team. Instead, Matt was drafted by the New England Patriots a year later and served back up to one of the greatest QB’s of all time, eventually becoming a starter himself.

There you have it. Matt, Jack, and Justin Cassel. That’s definitely one athletic and sports-oriented brotherhood.

What Sugar Land (TX) and Lemony Snicket Have in Common

Once upon a time, in this past school semester, I was working a High Point University’s men’s soccer game and heard that one of our soccer players is from Sugar Land, Texas. As a big country music fan, I wondered, for the entirety of the game, if Sugarland (the band) is named after the city. According to Wikipedia, it is.

In addition to this finding, I also noticed that Sugar Land (the city) will be home to a future baseball team, the Sugar Land Skeeters. The Skeeters will begin play in 2012 in the Atlantic League. (No, it is not associated with Major League Baseball.)

Recently, the Skeeters’ logos (as well as their stadium) were announced/revealed/displayed on the organization’s website and Facebook page.

While I think that these logos are rather creative, I had a tough time accepting this one:For some reason, it looked familiar and for weeks, I had no idea why. And then, the other day, I went into the public library in my hometown. On display near the children’s section was Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, a series that I read when I was either in elementary or middle school. (Side Note: Awesome books. Definitely one of my favorite reads as a kid.) Anywho, I walked over to these books and flipped through some of them, recalling the awful unfortunate events that the protagonists encountered. Upon reading the back cover, I noticed this:


Putting the two together:At first, I was amazed on how similar these two pictures looked, but then after looking and looking and looking and looking, I’ve finally convinced myself that it is a mere coinkidink. And coinkidinks are usually cues for a blog post.

Anywho, say whatever you want, but I now may have my favorite professional non-MLB baseball team. I jumped on the “LS” bandwagon when the books came out, so I might as well jump of the “SL” bandwagon once the team takes the field in 2012.

475(ish) days til Opening Day!

When Soccer Triumps Baseball

I hated soccer once upon a time. I thought it was boring, pointless, and anything but entertaining. Watching players run back and forth across a field for 90 minutes trying to kick a ball into a fairly large net didn’t satisfy me one bit. Not only did it not satisfy me, it tired me. Bored me. The fact that the most goals I’ve seen in one game, by one team, was four. Four. The lowness of the score also bothers me. Especially when it’s 0-0 after 89 minutes and 59 seconds. And two overtimes later, it’s still scoreless. I just watched almost 120ish minutes of athletics running around not achieving anything. I bet in games like this, goalies hate their teammates. I saved all those 30+ shots but you couldn’t score just ONE? Nope.

I once thought that soccer on the field should be played like that foosball game that I was always terrible at. Players would stand in a line holding a rope and the only direction they could move was right or left. There would be no contact between teams and none of those head shots that always gave me, of all people, headaches. There would be no running around the field for 90 minutes. Instead, the first team to score a certain amount of goals would win. Meaning, more that four goals would be needed. Meaning, the game would be more exciting.

But let’s face it. Foosball is foosball and soccer is soccer.

I’m still not a huge soccer fan. You won’t see me sitting down infront of the TV in four years watching the World Cup. And in the slightest chance that I might, the volume will be muted because vuvuzelas are one of the most annoying things in the world. Right up there with those darn cowbells at Tropicana Field.

But lately, I’ve seemed to enjoy the sport a little. And there are a couple reasons why:

  1. Yankees are playing lousy… I can’t turn to my favorite team for some stress release because they just seem to make everything even more stressful. [See Joe Girardi.] So I have to turn to someplace else…
  2. High Point Panthers… the only soccer team[s] that I will actually watch.

Last night was awful. If there was any bright spot, it’s that the men’s soccer team won 4-0. The Yankees couldn’t even score four runs last night. Wimps.

I still love baseball and always will. I have a baseball blog after all. My Facebook and Twitter profile pictures are of me sitting in the Yankees’ dugout with my Phil Hughes #65 shirt on. Those aren’t going to change anytime in the near future. Trust me.

It’s just that I’ve learned to respect soccer more than I ever thought I would. That’s all.

Go Yankees and Go Panthers!

The Taste of Victory

I never win anything.

There have been countless times when I’ve entered drawings and raffles, answered trivia questions after trivia questions, and yet, I never win.

Until today.

@SWBYankees, the official Twitter account of the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Yankees, asked a trivia question to its followers. With a reward to the first correct answer.

The question:

The prize:

I didn’t even know what the prize was until after had submitted my answers. Which, I had to say, were pretty easy.

I have may have hinted before – maybe not on BPP but I know I did on my former blog – my interest in the Yankees’ minor league teams. The 2008 year was no exception. And neither is 2010.

Juan Miranda and Kei Igawa have been in this organization for what seems like forever, so I knew they were lock-ins.

Justin Christian was just as simple. He left the Yankees organization after the 2008 season, but then came back this year. In fact, I attended one of his first games back when he was assigned to AA Trenton. You have no idea how excited I was.

“Oh my gosh, Mom, he’s worn pinstripes before. He’s a Yankee! He’s back!

And after he broke Trenton’s franchise stolen base record, he was promoted to Scranton.

So, yeah, JC was an easy pick as well.

I just had to hope that the three of them actually played in the 2008 Governers’ Cup playoff and you know, weren’t on the DL or anything. I also had to hope that I was the fastest to answer.

And according to this, they did and I was:

Ahh, the taste of victory. 🙂

Even The Worse Endings Are The Best

Endings are always exciting, right? It was exciting to see Robinson Cano throw the ball to Mark Teixeira for the last out of World Series. It was exciting to see Roy Halladay, Dallas Braden, Edwin Jackson, Ubaldo Jimenez, and Matt Garza throw no-hitters.

But when you really think about it, endings aren’t always exciting. Watching Mariano Rivera give up the game-winning hit to Luis Gonzalez in the 2001 World Series? That wasn’t warm and fuzzy for Yankee fans. Seeing Brandon Morrow lose his no-hitter with one out left against the Rays, wasn’t the best feeling in the world. And let’s not forget about Armando Galarraga.

My point that I’m trying to get at is, endings are endings, whether we like the outcome or not. And we move on.

Rivera didn’t let his 2001 outing ruin the Hall of Fame career he’s having. The Yankees aren’t still gloating in 2009 glory; they’re trying to repeat. Galarraga isn’t crying at his locker; he has class and understanding.

They. Have. All. Moved. On.

Which leads me to the gut of my post. Let me begin…

The final round of the 2010 PGA Championship was one for the ages. Tiger Woods was long gone when the leaders were playing the back nine. Phil Mickelson, despite shooting the low-round of 67, never really had a shot. Nick Watney, the 52-hole leader, decided he wanted something better to do than win a major and shot himself out with a final round of 81.

And despite all of that, we got a heck of ending to the tournament. 21-year-old, European phenomenon, Rory McIlroy, was looking for his second PGA Tour win. 47-year-old, Australian, Steve Elkington, was looking for his first major win in 15 years. Then throw in Germany’s Martin Kaymer and United States’ Bubba Watson, Zach Johnson, Jason Dufner, and Dustin Johnson, and you’ve got a nice recipe for the final closing holes of the PGA Championship.

Put all those names together, and you’ve got a whopping two major titles all together.

And somehow, an ending like this one turned out to be can never be repeated.

Here is how the final round of the final major unfolded:

Despite birding the 18th hole, Dufner had bogeyed the previous, while Elkington finished bogey-bogey, leaving both players at -9. Three shots back.

Zach Johnson only had one birdie in his final seven holes. McIlroy bogeyed the 15th and didn’t birdie the par-5 16th. They both finished at -10. Two shots back.

Kaymer birdied the 15th and made a crucial par putt on the 72nd hole to match Watson, who played the back-nine in two-under-par. Together, they held the clubhouse lead at -11. One shot back.

That leaves Dustin Johnson.

Johnson had a one shot lead [at -12] going to the 18th hole. He was four easy shots away from winning his first major championship. Just hit the fairway, get to the green, two putt, and the tourney’s over.

But, of course, this is a major championship, and it wouldn’t be right for it to end like that. Johnson’s tee-shot ended outside the ropes. His second shot ended in the deep rough near the green. He would two-putt for bogey.

And we have a three way tie for first at -11.

But of course, the golfing gods didn’t want the sudden death to start. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, Johnson’s 72nd-hole bogey turned into a triple bogey, making him fall to -9, completely out of the playoff.

Why? Well, his tee-shot on the 18th landed in some sand. He grounded his club before he took his swing.

In a bunker, that’s a two-stroke penalty. Johnson didn’t realized he was in a bunker. If he did, I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t have grounded.

But it was a bunker. A questionable bunker. A bunker that thousands of spectators walked in and out of all week. A bunker these same people where standing in while he was taking his shot. A bunker that really didn’t look like a bunker. A bunker that Johnson didn’t realize was a bunker.

If you have to be told you are standing in a bunker, you are not really standing in a bunker.

But it was a bunker. And Johnson grounded. No play-off for him. And his hopes for a major title will have to wait another year.

Unfortunately for Kaymer, who would end up beating Watson in a three-hole, back-and-forth playoff, this tournament won’t be 100% all about him.

Instead, it’s going to be about: was the PGA fair to Johnson? Did he get screwed?

Some will say yes. Some will say no.

But that’s the beauty of sports. That’s the beauty of the final round of a major championship in golf. You don’t know what to expect. Had Johnson just hit his tee-shot in the fairway, none of this would have ever happened.

But it did happened. And yes, I think that Johnson was cheated out of something special [how in that heck was that a bunker?], but he handled the situation with class. Lots of class. Armando Galarraga-like class.

And it’s people like these two men who make the sports world a better place. Yes, the PGA Tour has had three 59s this season and MLB has had five no-hitters, but together, these two leagues each have at least ONE class act.

Neither player got their happily-ever-after endings, but they displayed such professional maturity and class that they should be awarded just for that.

It’s unfortunate. But it’s life. And life sometimes ain’t fair.

Now, we just have to all move on.

Just like these two professional athletes did.

[P.S. Congrats to Kaymer for his first major victory! And h/t to Jason Sobel for the idea of this post.]

Perfect Games and No-Hitters and 59s… Oh My!

Could this be one of the greatest years in sports history… statistic wise?

Out of the 200+ no-hitters thrown in MLB history, five have been thrown this year.

And out of those five no-hitters, two were perfect games, making total number of perfect games ever thrown equal 20.

Two perfect games just this season? That means that 10% of all perfect games were thrown during 2010.

And what if Armando Galarraga was able to get his? That would be #3 on the season and #21 in history. When you do the math that would translate to 15% of all perfect games were thrown this year. Oh my!

But as someone once told me: “What if’s” never happened. Sorry, Armando.

On the bright side, congratulations to Stuart Appleby on the PGA Tour. Not only did he win his ninth professional tournament yesterday, he became the second player on Tour this year to shot a 59. [Paul Goydos was the first.]

For those of you who don’t follow golf, 59s are rare, even for professional golfers like Tiger Woods. In fact, only three 59s had ever been recorded in PGA Tour history prior to this year. None by Tiger.

What does this mean? Well, it means that 40% off all 59s were shot this year. 40%!

Amazing athletes. Amazing talent. Amazing performances.

Just amazing.

I’m Famous!

Last night, I wrote a tweet right before I went to bed which read:

Eleven hours later, I signed back into Twitter and noticed that the number of followers I have had doubled since last night. [Don’t get too pumped up, because I’m still at a whopping 29 followers.]

Why?

If you notice under the large purple letters, there are some little grey words that read: Retweeted by 18 people, including the Official Twitter of Major League Baseball.

Thanks for the fame, MLB!

P.S. You should be able to click on the second image and get sent immediately to MLB’s Twitter page. If you have your own Twitter account, following them is a necessity! [And while you’re at it, you can follow me too!]

My Birthday is Less Than a Month Away

And as a die-hard Phil Hughes fan, I think this would look great among all my other Yankee apparel:

[Courtesy of Sportscrack.com]

It’s 7th Heaven For Phil Hughes

I love coming home from a night out with my friends to see that Phil Hughes did this:

Pitched seven innings.

Struck out seven Orioles.

Picked up win number seven.

7th Heaven!

Seriously, Joe West, You Should Go Take a Seat

From ESPN.com:

Major League Baseball will investigate the actions that took place Wednesday in Cleveland when Chicago White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen and pitcher Mark Buehrle were ejected by umpire Joe West.

West called two balks on Buehrle, who tossed his glove to the mound after the second one in the third inning and was ejected. Guillen was ejected after arguing the first balk call, in the second inning.

“The pitcher balked, and I called a balk, and he balked a second time and he got ejected for throwing his glove,” West said Thursday on “The Waddle & Silvy Show” on ESPN 1000. “Ozzie came out to protect his pitcher [after the first balk], which was probably a good idea at the time, because Buehrle was drawing lines in dirt on the mound [to show he’s not moving his leg past where the rules stipulate], and he was about to get ejected then.

“[Guillen] even said he was out there not to argue the balk but to protect his pitcher, which he should come out in that situation. I said, ‘Everything is OK now, Ozzie, you can go back to the dugout.’ And he got mad, because I told him you can go back. He used a few profanity-laced lines and that got him ejected.”

First, I just saw the replay of Buehrle “throwing” his glove. Except I wouldn’t really call it throwing. It was more of a: let-me-just-drop-my-glove-a-foot-away.

Second, where were the other umpires? Were they sleeping because the game was sooo long? Oh wait…

It was ironic that West ejected Buehrle, who is considered one of the fastest-working pitchers in the game. West was involved in controversy earlier this season when he criticized the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees for the slow pace of their games.

“[That] is what’s kind of disheartening, this is one of the fastest-working pitchers in the world. We’re not trying to get him out of the game,” West said. “As soon as I kicked him out of the game, I was thinking, ‘This is great, now how long is this game going to take?’

Seriously? Now’s he’s complaining about the speed of a White Sox and Cleveland Indians game. Puh-lease. We all know, and all complain that some baseball games are longer than others but let’s face it, that’s baseball. If you don’t enjoy it and clearly think it’s a waste of your time, then stop umping and start working a basketball or football game. Those are timed.

Guillen and Buehrle both made comments after the game that could draw sanctions.

“Sometimes he thinks [expletive] people pay to watch him [expletive] umpire,” Guillen said after the White Sox beat the Indians 5-4. “He’s the type of guy that wants to control the game. … I deserve respect and the players here deserve respect here, too.

“When you tell the manager to get the [expletive] off the field, I don’t think that’s a good way to handle situations. … I’ll be waiting for my fine.”

So, Ozzie finally says something worth listening too. But this is what tickles me:

West denied using profanity.

“I quit using profanity a long time go, when the league president in the Southern League fined me $25 and I didn’t have $25 to pay,” West said. “I don’t use profanity on the field.”

Interesting, but useless piece of information.

Anywho, back to the important stuff:

MLB director of discipline Bob Watson will meet with MLB executive vice president of baseball operations Jimmie Lee Solomon and review the tapes as well as reports sent to his office.

“We have either an umpire supervisor or umpire observer at every game,” Watson said. “We will review all information available and make a determination on what needs to be done.”

CUT

MLB does not announce disciplinary actions against umpires, although they are common. If umpires receive more than a few reports from umpire supervisors that they didn’t meet standards in the game, it could affect the umpire’s ability to get assignments such as the All-Star Game and playoffs, which are extra paydays.

Music to my ears.

Umpires can be fined and suspended, but those situations are never announced.

MLB does announce suspensions of managers and players, although it won’t announce fines in those cases.

Because umps rule the world, huh?

“We’re not looking to pick on anybody. The simple fact of the matter is he balked. He didn’t like it, he threw his glove and that’s what happened. Things like that happen. I don’t hold any ill will toward him or Ozzie. I think it’s one of those things that just happened.”

We’re not looking to pick on anybody? Who’s “we’re”?

As for Buehrle:

Buehrle didn’t return the kind words toward West, who is a country music singer and songwriter with his own website.

“I think he’s too worried about promoting his CD, and I think he likes seeing his name in the papers a little bit too much instead of worrying about the rules,” Buehrle said.

Nice…

What do I think? Well, ejecting Buehrle might have been a little over the top. Considering, like I mentioned above, Buehrle didn’t throw his glove. In fact, it only went a good foot or so in front of him. He was angry, but it’s not like he was having a great big hissy fit.

But let’s face it: Ozzie Guillen is one crazy manager and Joe West is one crazy umpire. Ozzie had the right to protect his pitcher and therefore, it’s not surprising that he was ejected.

On the other hand, Joe West, well, there should be a way umps could be ejected. Just for being, I don’t know, unreasonable.