Cuban Revolutionaries, Palestinian Players and American Heroes

Justin August 5, 2011 0

Chuck Knoblauch is following me on twitter.

I was initially very excited when I received the email informing me of that fact. Then I looked at his account and realized he’s following thousands of people. He probably just started clicking follow on everyone who follows him.

Knoblauch, obviously, was a key part in some great Yankee teams, but he somehow never made much of an impression on me. I don’t remember very many at bats nor any particularly great moments from his time in pinstripes.  The things I do remember are him not picking up the ball during the playoff game against the Indians and, of course, his inability to throw to first.

It was that topic that led to the greatest call in sports talk radio history.

I was driving home from Boston with my father. We must have been in Central Connecticut because the WFAN signal was coming in and out. Mike and the Mad Dog were taking calls on the topic of Knoblauch’s throwing problems. That’s when it happened. “Hey guys, I think I know what the Yankees should do with Knoblauch. They should send him down to Cuba so he can overthrow Castro.”

HILARIOUS. The caller said it with what sounded like a straight face. He didn’t give any indication that he was joking, which made it even funnier. The best part though, was the response from the Mensa duo of Francesca and Russo. Mike said, “No one has had minor league teams in Cuba since the Brooklyn Dodgers. What is this guy talking about?” Then Chris said, “‘Nother clueless caller, hey Mikey? What is that guy thinking?”

THEY DIDN’T GET IT! Both my father and I lost it. We were laughing hysterically. We were yelling at the radio. It got us through the rest of the long drive home.

So, thank you Chuck Knoblauch. Not for your barely memorable Yankee career. But for being the butt of a great joke and the spark of a revelation that the two most successful sports radio hosts in history are MORONS.

And for following me on Twitter. (@Justin_SCP)

Sports Illustrated August 8, 2011

Nnamdi Asomugha, Football, Philadelphia Eagles

PREGAME:

I’m glad to see that Grant Wahl has expanded beyond just soccer. He also took care of the graphic about Travis Pastrana’s sorted X game injury history. If there is a person out there someplace who is my exact opposite, I’m sure Grant Wahl is her favorite writer in the world.  (And she’s probably really happy.)

NFL 2.0 by Peter King

Nnamdi Asomugha is on the cover of Sports Illustrated. He has been the biggest name of this off-season. For some reason, I thought his signing with the Eagles would be the main thrust of Peter King’s article. How silly of me. It’s much more appropriate for me to learn about Paul Dimitroff’s efforts to re-sign free agents I’ve never heard of to an Atlanta Falcons team I’ve never cared about.  This was a better free agent article and it was a much quicker read.

Welcome To The World by Grant Wahl

This article peaked my interest enough that I actually read it. Going in, though, I was concerned a story that focused on the Palestinian soccer team would ultimately come off really Anti-Israel. On that front, I was pleasantly surprised. But, it seems like Wahl went too far in the opposite direction. I never really got a feel for how the day to day situation in Gaza and the West Bank effects the lives of these men.

Matt Kemp Is Just Killing It by Ben Reiter

I like it. This story is right in Sports Illustrated’s wheelhouse. It’s a profile of a player on the cusp of stardom who needs to be introduced to the sporting public. Reiter does a great job of introducing us to Kemp as a player and a person.

Sports Medicine’s New Frontiers by David Epstein

This is one of the worst issues of Sports Illustrated I’ve ever read. And it’s the third straight issue that’s been subpar. I get that it’s summer, but how about loading up on baseball instead of forcing shitty book excerpts, fringe sports articles and shit that belongs in the New England Journal of Medicine down our throat? (I didn’t read this article.)

Point After by Phil Taylor

Here’s my thoughts on Pete Rose. Getting into the Hall of Fame would be the worst thing that ever happened to him. As things stand now, whenever anyone mentions the Hall or even the city of Cooperstown, Rose almost always comes up within the first few minutes of conversation. If he were to be inducted, though, he becomes just one of the guys on the wall. Hits record or not, he would become Dave Winfield or Willie Stargell or Robin Yount. A great player? No doubt. One of the all time elites, in fact. But no different than any of the others.

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