The Dez Bryant Saga

El Cinco De Mayo

First things first, I want to give a shout out to my older brother for his birthday.
What a lucky guy his birthday almost always worked out as the official end of semester party day.


The Dez Bryant Saga Has Just Begun

This guy is going to be a reporters dream. He just oozes self destructive super talent persona. Why is it that these personalities almost always seem to play wide receiver? This issue with the dolphins GM asking if his mother was a prostitute will read like a blip in the many headlines he will create in his career.
I have to start off by saying that I completely believe the GM of the Dolphins version of the interview. There is only one person in that room who has a character that can be called into question with pages and pages of proof. I mean this is the same athlete that lied to NCAA investigators right to their face after they told him all the evidence they had on his meetings with Deion Sanders and his associates. He tanked what could have been a big twelve championship season and a program will forever be marred. I think I will take the word of an NFL lifer over this kid. What do you think? Can you imagine the face of the GM when he asks this potential franchise receiver about his father and he quips back at him that his father was a pimp. Where else do you go with your follow up question than to his mother, who by the way is a two time felon for selling crack cocaine, and ask about her position in the family business.
While Dez Bryant’s mother might not possess the right to vote, I applaud her for asking for an apology from the Dolphins and their GM. I think she would have better luck ringing up her parole officer and actually getting in touch with someone on the other end. I wonder what went through his mother’s mind when Dez Bryant donned that 88 jersey in Dallas. Was there a picture of Clive Bigsby’s 500,000.00 crack party running through the back of her mind, or did her eyes well up with tears of pride, when he pulled Michael Irvin’s jersey over his head. I mean I couldn’t help but think that Michael Irvin would be one of Bryant’s heroes as he is a lying, crack addicted HOF wide receiver.
While my take may seem harsh, you can say I am frustrated by how the NFLPA immediately ran to his defense without finding out the facts. I wonder if the guy sharing a locker with Bryant during minicamp will care that most of his union dues will go to the lawyers that will fight the fines and suspensions of this can’t miss prospect.

The Length of Baseball Games

As anyone who has looked at pile of laundrey and come to the realization,"There is no way to get this all done in a day." Well I have an even better timetable. How about getting eight loads washed dryed and folded all during one MLB game. Thats how this blogger sepent his Saturday night.
I wouldn't even mind about the rediculous times of these games if they were the least bit entertaining. Bring back roids and make it the Homerun Derby you had in the 1990's when Brett Boone ballooned up from a former slick fielding light hitting second baseman into popeye reincarnate. I mean I once saw that man hit an opposite field homer on a broken bat. I wonder if his dad even screamed,"No F'ing Way!"
If it's not going to be HR derby than raise the mound and let these pitchers actually pitch with some lean to their pitches instead of us having to watch batting practice over and over. I feel bad that pitchers in the 60's automatically are disaccoiated with the pitchers of today because of the difference in mound height. Does anyone think Timmy Lincecum could actually hold Sandy Kofax's jock, I don't think so.
I had more fun bending over and reloading the dryer than watching Tony Larussa and Jerry Manuel screw up their respective teams chances at winning that 20 inning marathon the other night. I actually called my nephew, the one who refuses to learn how to pitch in little league, because he is going to make mark by only playing the infield, and told him to watch these infielders and outfielders actually get major league hitters out. Wait did I say major league? Does Mike Jacobs count. I guess not, the Mets just designated him for assignment.
Well heres to a job well done. The laundrey that is. Good luck baseball with coming up with a way to move these games along. I just hope you dont blame the umpires for asking to be paid by the hour like the field crew. Can you imagine Joe West constantly asking for new baseballs so that his crew could go into hour number four.