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Some dude by the name of Marc Ecko ponied up over $700,000 for Barry Bonds’ 756th home run ball. The home run that alledgedly broke Hank Aaron’s record. And amid some mch controversy surrounding Bonds and his cheating ways, he is putting the fate of the ball up for vote. Go to the website and check it out all the details here. He provides 3 possible options for the fate of the ball:
- Give the ball to the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown as is.
- Burn an asterisk into the ball, then giving it to the Hall of Fame.
- Send the ball to the moon. Seriously.
Well, to me option #3 is just stupid. Why do that? Obviously the guy has money to blow, so he maybe could afford a stunt like sending it to the moon, but it just sounds like a stupid idea. But option #1 is even worse. No way should tha ball be given back as is and displayed in Cooperstown. Bonds is a cheater. And the only way people will remember this is with option #2. Brand that baseball like it was cattle and then give it to the Hall of Fame. The MLB won’t be able to hide how tainted this “record” is. So I have obviously voted for option #2. And I encourage anyone else who is a true baseball fan to do the same.
For those of you that don’t know, Marc Ecko made his fortune as a fashion designer. I never really expected someone in that industry to have a clue about the goings ons in baseball, let alone sports. But I have to give him props for doing this. I’m sure in some form or fashion (ha! get it?), he is benefiting from all this. But giving true baseball fans a voice on this topic is pretty damn cool. I hope the right thing is done here. And for those that want option #3, maybe we can compromise. I suggest putting Barry Bonds on the moon instead. Or better yet, how about the sun?
-Dave Q.
I am the only person on the planet that would end up missing my own Fantasy Football draft. All that damn planning and I overslept.
I’m going to go ahead and ram my head into a wall a few times. Excuse me…
-Dave Q.
So I played softball last night. And we got our asses stomped. You see, this particular team I play on, made up mostly of high school coaches, has a lot of heart. Talent, on the other hand, is not so plentiful. So after two innings bitch-slapped 19-2. Seriously. You’d think they would invoke some kind of mercy rule, but we weren’t that lucky.
Anyway, during the last half of the inning, where the opposing team scored the bulk of their runs, and for what seemed to me to take an eternity as a camped out in left field, the batter popped the ball up between me and the shortstop. As I’m running in, and our shortstop, Jaime, is running out, I hear one of the guys on the opposing team yelling “I got it! I got it!”, in an effort to distract us. Well, for starters, neither one of us were going to reach the ball. It’s not like either of us got under it and were just waiting for the ball to fall in our glove. But seriously. They were up 19-2 and some douchebag on the other team was yelling “I got it”? WTF? What kind of guy does that? Probably the same kind of guy that would have dressed up like a woman to get off the Titanic.
That to me is the definition of “Bush League”. When you do piddly little things like that to show your lack of sportsmanship, you are definitely the kind of person that will slide into second base with your spikes in the air to make sure the GIRL can’t complete the double play. Not caring if they injure her, of course. To make matters worse, the league we play in is a rec league. A “beer” league, if you will. Not competitive in the least bit.
No doubt the jackass that yelled that used to beat up 2nd graders when he was in 5th grade. Because he obvously can’t play with the big boys. Loser.
But we definitely played like 2nd graders. No defending that. Final score was 22-9.
-Dave Q.
Last night Barry Bonds hit career home run 756*, breaking Hank Aaron’s MLB home run record. Congratulations, asshole.
As much as I want to bash this piece of crap excuse for a ballplayer/person, I found everything I would want to express right here. So aside from the following art work, I will be putting this subject to bed. Hopefully the next time this jerk is in the news is for his conviction of perjury. Come on, George Mitchell. This will be your one and only chance for me and millions of other true baseball fans to respect the game again. Don’t blow it.
-Dave Q.
That special time of year quickly approaches. You know what it is. And you know I know you know what it is. Damn right! Football season! And along with it comes all the trash talking, season ending injuries, and shattered dreams generated by something called FANTASY FOOTBALL.
Today I set up my league on Yahoo! and sent out my invites. If you could see my list of invitees, with the likes of Richard Wollney, Scott Soeder, and Nick Zuniga, just to name a few, you might think I was intentionally stacking the league with people who have no chance at winning, and therefore automatically crowning myself champion. Not true! On the contrary, the people I’ve invited possess the greatest football minds of this century. For example, word on the street is that Curtis Martin will be drafted number 1 by the so cleverly named “Rehab’s For Quitters”. So the bottom line is, they know what they’re doing. It will truly be an all out battle. Like the Russian chess player against the supercomputer. Except a couple of these folks are playing with Commodore 64s. And they ain’t Russian.
So I look forward to the Fantasy Football draft. And all the trash talk. And all the lopsided trade offers I’m sure to get. And all the Vince Young Wonderlic score jokes I’m going to make. But as much as I enjoy winning, it’s all about having fun… winning. As long as someone reminds my Puerto Rican brother Horbi that this is Fantasy Football and not Fantasy Futbol (he already had his eye on drafting Ronaldhino), and as long as someone reminds my buddy Jay that I know more about his lousy Dallas Cowboys than he does (remember when you told me your precious Cowboys would never pickup a piece of crap like T.O.?), then win or lose, it will be a good season. But I am going to win. Lord knows I’m due.
Let the trash-talking commence…
-Dave Q.
Ok. This is the last post regarding the Spurs and winning the 2007 title. Time to move on…
-Dave Q.
I remember blogging a few months back in disgust in how the Spurs were playing. Never in my wildest dreams did I think they would be hoisting up the Larry O’Brien trophy this year the way they were playing back then. But in the end they made me proud, got their game faces on, and played their asses off! Nice!
And I’m especially happy for Michael Finley, the former Maverick that was cast away by Mark Cuban. Fin came to San Antonio looking for his first championship. And after the way the Spurs lost to the Mavs last year, it served as motivation this year not only for him, but for his teammates. They wanted to win this as much for him as anyone. Congrats Fin! And what can you say about Big Shot Rob. His seventh championship! The dude is like a lucky rabbit’s foot! Hell, just keep him around for his mojo. He doesn’t have to play any minutes! As long as he’s around, you’ve got a chance.
I wasn’t expecting a sweep. With all the hype about LeBron James and all. He looked like he was in over his head at times. But I have to give him props, the guy was a class act through the series. In a time and age of “me first” prima donnas, this guy gave credit where credit was due. And he carried his team as much as he could. I compliment him on that. But this time it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe next year, LeBron.
-Dave Q.
Remember Amanda Beard? I didn’t really either. But I kind of remember the name from a few years back. So that prompted me to do some research on the old internet. Turns out she is an Olympic medalist in swimming. And she’s also easy on the eyes. And now she’s nude in Playboy.
I can hear all the feminists now. And to a certain degree, I understand their frustration. To have one of their own, a role model to young girls, degrade herself to the entertainment of men everywhere. But let me ask you this: Would it not be a greater crime to conceal all this? I mean, look at her! Wow.
I have to admit this. I think she will look better in her pictorial from FHM (above) than she will in Playboy. But I will have to see to be sure. I’ve always been one to enjoy a little to the imagination. But not too much. 
What I do like about Amanda Beard is that she is realistic. In an interview about her Playboy spread, she says the following:
You have to remember, I’m still just a swimmer. I am living a great lifestyle and I’m making good money, but I’m not a basketball player. These deals are not $40 million deals.
And she’s absolutely right. She is a swimmer. And a good one. But there isn’t a great demand for swimmers in the entertainment field. So unless she is going to night school to become a CPA or something, how is she going to support herself? I know she has some cash, but give her credit for thinking ahead.
She has a God given talent that made her famous. So I don’t see anything wrong with her cashing in on her other gift from the Man upstairs. And thankfully she does it now before that gift is not so… nice.
Good for you Amanda! And better yet, good for us!
-Dave Q.
