Monday, August 18, 2014

Let's Drink What's Under The Sink!! - A Manic Monday

Hello Everyone! 

I hope your weekend was relatively enjoyable and that the soul crushing weight of waking up on Monday morning wasn't more than you could handle…I really do hope that was the case, no really!

Aside from the usual Monday woes that go along with the first day of the work week (for most) the sports world has seen a real uptick today in depressing news.  So without further ado, let's dive right in and hopefully make ourselves feel better by comparison -
Josh Hamilton (on the bar in the image above...covered in whipped cream) of the Los Angelos Angels of Anaheim or LAAAs is depressed…again.  Hamilton has waged a well documented battle against addiction throughout much of his adult life…booze, drugs and tattoos have held his potential baseball superstar abilities in check (well maybe not the tattoos, they would hold his daycare worker potential).  He asked to be taken out of the lineup for Sunday's game to "rest his mind".  When resting one's minb, I think it is commonly referred to as taking a nap or just zoning out into space while driving down the Turnpike going 75MPH…I mean, the sleep one more.  He gets paid a ton of dough to play baseball, and at times it is completely justified but right now he is hitting .266 with a handful of homers and 35 RBIs.  That's a bad use of resources in my opinion.  Mental illness is a real issue in the world and sports stars are by no means immune to it.  You know what?  I blame the LAAAs for giving him this much money, there I said it…maybe you take a step back and say this guy can't handle that kind of pressure (as evidenced by his repeated relapses).  There is NOTHING wrong with that assessment.  Heck, maybe giving him less money makes it easier for him to deal with things.  It's like when there are less Kardashian headlines in the news, life just seems a bit rosier…the birds sing in harmony and less students are jumping off balconies during finals week - sometimes less is more!


This next story isn't quite as depressing, it's more just sad for Jamaal Charles the start running back for the Kansas City Chiefs.  As the Chiefs broke training camp this weekend, Mr. Charles decided to move his own stuff out of the dormitory the team was using for camp and well, wouldn't you know it…he walked on some grass and the curb and some how twisted his foot/ankle.  He is listed as day-to-day but man are fantasy drafters everywhere sweating it out!!  Charles is slated to be one of the top backs in the league this year but has had injuriy issues in the past…I suggest he dials up the local 2 Dudes and a Van and leave the moving to the professionals, the KC front office agrees.

Another depressing one, a real quick one - Bartolo Colon could not make his scheduled matinee start today because he is visiting his sick mother which stinks.  Carlos Torres started in his place after pitching a ton recently and did admirably well.  Then the bullpen came in and screwed it up.  Dana Eveland stunk it up, then Buddy Carlyle stunk it up (I image Buddy Carlyle being a character on a sitcom from the 1950's or early 1960's.  He is either the hapless sheriff of a backwater town or the squirrelly neighbor in a Leave It To Beaver type setting.  Then Jenrry Meija (yep, 2 Rs in Jenrry) blew it up by giving up two runs in the ninth…well guys thanks for helping out Colon in his time of need…that's just about as depressing as it gets.  Hopefully Mrs. Colon gets better, has a better chance at a turnaround than the Mets' bullpen.  It's kinda like at work, "Hey guys, I have to take care of this dentist thing tomorrow morning (tooth is literally falling out)." You get to work and the printer is on fire, your co-workers are wearing makeshift Haz-Mat suits and the dudes in the lobby are wearing camouflaged face paint.  Thanks guys, thanks a lot.

This year's US Open will not shine as brightly as it could without Rafa Nadal (notorious butt picker as evidenced above).  He will be missing the only American tennis major due to an injured right wrist.  That's fine, makes it easier for my boy Roger Federer to make moves and pick up yet another Grand Slam title (unlikely but I can hope).  The funny thing is Rafa is a lefty.  I think he should have given it a go.  Crush a few guys in the early round with one functioning wrist and see where it takes him.  Would be the stuff of legend and undoubtedly make a strong case even stronger for most dominate player of all time!  But…nope.  No dice.  Dumb!  Man this is depressing…


There you have it, take your pick of cabinet elixirs. Or maybe just wait until tomorrow, it's Tuesday and it could be better...slightly better.
Tomorrow we buck this depressing trend and will thumb through the history books for lamest sports injuries of all time!!!  Mr. Charles, you and your box of English Lit books and Method Man posters may make the list.

"The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary."

~ Vince Lombardi

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