The Men In Blue Like Those Yankees

I know MLB wants the Yankees to get to the Series but this is ridiculous:

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[Original photo credit: Robert Beck/SI]

This is the play in which third base umpire Scott McClellan (on the left, “donning” Yankee gear) made a call that made Don Denkinger blush.

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Jimmy Kimmel Does the Unthinkable

Here’s the proof:

I heard one of the local sports radio guys grill POTUS for wearing jeans at the All-Star Game. Huh?

The anti-jean rant made me think of a scathing column conservative pundit George Will wrote against America’s love affair with blue jeans:

Forever in Blue Jeans

Get a grip folks, it’s just denim.

As for the ceremonial first pitch, I know 44’s throw to the plate was as pretty and fluid as 43’s jump shot.

Comparing Barack Obama to Royalty

No, the post does not refer to the endless and erroneous comparisons to Camelot, the closest America has had to even a hint of royalty.

The comparison is to Princess Di and it came in one of the 2 columns referenced here.

Both of these pieces ran in the UK’s Daily Mail, quick someone cue up Paperback Writer!

One piece is written by Peter Hitchens (below)

The night we waved goodbye to America… our last best hope on Earth

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To paraphrase Brian Giles, “his brother’s Christopher”

Whether or not Mr. Hitchens’ laid it on a little thick with the column’s title can only be ascertained after reading his opinion. I thought he made a couple of keen and dispassionate observations.

Here’s the intro to the column,

Anyone would think we had just elected a hip, skinny and youthful replacement for God, with a plan to modernise Heaven and Hell – or that at the very least John Lennon had come back from the dead.

The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilisation. At least Mandela-worship – its nearest equivalent – is focused on a man who actually did something.

I really don’t see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts.

It can be argued that Obamamania hasn’t been described any better than this.

The second piece is by Liz Jones and it focuses on our future First Lady, Michelle Obama.
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Philly Fan, Chris Rock has a Question for You…

As most of us know, the Philadelphia Phillies just won their first World Series (since 1980, boo-hoo) and Philly Nation was indubitably psyched, as they should be.  The city, naturally, threw the team a parade to celebrate the championship.  Here is a shot from said parade:

Photo by Clem Murray / Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News Staff Photographer

Take a look at the sign on the right, “We Won”.  To paraphrase Chris Rock, Philly fan, what did you win?

Philly Fan takes Bottle to the Head

While I understand the euphoria that follows when one’s team wins a championship, I cannot understand the bacchanalian revelry that erupts after such a win.

Back in 1999 when I was at Texas and the Longhorns upset #3 Nebraska in Austin (see game-winning catch below), fellow students took to the streets, climbed on buses, got electrocuted in campus fountains and charmined trees throughout campus. We all got a little crazy but no one was hurt.

This year, the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series (props to former Astro Brad Lidge) and their fans, notorious for crazy behavior, took to the streets in celebration. Thankfully no cars were barbecued, no one lost their life but thanks to YouTube we were given a special glimpse into some specifics.

Take this guy who takes a well-thrown bottle to the head at around the 7-second mark:

Hope it was worth it…

Bud Selig’s Legacy in Pictures

We can add last night’s fracas to MLB commissioner Bud Selig’s inexorable legacy. Why MLB waited so long to suspend last night’s game is beyond comprehension, or is it?

With the Phils up 2-1, had the game been called after the 5th inning MLB rules automatically award the game to the Phils, game, set, World Series. Phils win their first title since 1980. Personally, I’m rooting for the small-market Rays but that’s beside the point.

Given the rash of black eyes the sport has received (steroids, etc.) it’s easy to understand that the league can’t afford to have its championship decided by the weather.

But isn’t it easier to understand that, despite the atrocious ratings of this Series, Bud wouldn’t mind another $hot at extending the Fall Classic beyond 5 game$?

Mr. Selig must have the opposite of whatever touch King Midas was endowed with. Even the “league-saving” Summer of ’98 turned out be a house whose slab was poured forth from syringes.

I’m not sure what legacy posterity will bestow upon Selig but I believe that up to this point, his legacy can be illustrated with the following shots:

Cheeky Heron Channels Ozzie Guillen

Pfft! Please… — Chicago White Sox Manager Ozzie Guillen

If the heron in the following picture could talk it would undoubtedly drop a line very similar to Ozzie’s,

Ran across this wader’s story over at London paper, The Daily Mail. This tabloid-like publication is a em, daily online stop for yours truly for a variety of reasons, odd stories like the one above being one.  Another reason is to get my daily celeb fix, yeah it’s a guilty pleasure…

Speaking of the Daily Mail, despite listening to the Beatles’ Paperback Writer numerous times, it wasn’t until this morning on my way to work that I realized that Lennon/McCartney managed to work in a shout out to the Daily Mail,

It’s the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn’t understand.

His son is working for the Daily Mail,
It’s a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

According to that most reputable and credible of sources, Wikipedia,

The Daily Mail was Lennon’s regular newspaper and was often in the studio when The Beatles were writing songs.

Who knew?