Monday Musings
How many emails did I get today demanding their Monday Musings, right now? One? Zero? Try four. I held off awhile so I could give Matt's Iraq piece more time atop the page. But for the four of you that just HAVE to have your Monday Musings, well, I aim to please:
*OK, David Wells sure gave it a good run for the money in the final day of the inaugural Tim Lollar Award competition yesterday. The big man was all over the basepaths, had a single, an RBI, and reached on a fielder's choice. And it was perversely entertaining watching him slowly wilt in the sun, at least until he started coughing up the lead.
But Tim Wakefield clinched it Friday with his gapper single that would have been a double if he had any speed (Chad Finn at Touching all the Bases said "Wakefield runs like he's being chased by a flock of angry birds"). Wake's final line: 2-for-8, a run scored and an RBI. Wade Miller did finish 2-for-3, but the sample size is too small, a rule I just made up off the top of my head.
Personally, I think I should be allowed to present the award pregame some night at Fenway, since even the most mundane game these days have about 300 people milling around the field and there's about a half-dozen miscellaneous presentations.
*Am I the only person who found it humorous that Joe Morgan felt compelled to "chat" with Captain Courageous Derek Jeter and Gary Sheffield about Dan Shaughnessy's assertion the Red Sox will win the A.L. East? Apparently in some circles, even now, when the Yankees are on pace to spend about $3 million on payroll per victory; are coming off the worst choke in the history of sports; and are two Presidential elections removed from their last title; the idea that someone other than New York might win is still a scandalous notion.
*Anyone else out there catch Family Guy gag with the Snorks last night? That was hysterical. I think I was about nine when the Snorks first appeared, and even at that age my younger sister and I took about 10 seconds of the first episode to figure out, "they took the Smurfs and put them underwater. This is retarded."
*Returning to Dave's World's most pressing topic, Globe Freelance Megapower Chris Forsberg has this to say about Friday's wrestling Feedback:
Kind of you to glaze right over the fire-breathing portion of
Steamboat's career in the WWF circa 1991. Remember those hideous
wings they made him wear to the ring before spitting the wine into
the fire. I just kept waiting for poor Steamboat to stick the lit
torch in his mouth and put himself out of his own misery.
The greatest (and scariest) Steamboat moment came during that Macho
Man feud in 1986 when Savage took the DQ in their intercontinental
title match then attacked Steamboat after the bout. As a 6-year-old
tyke, the sight of Macho Man crushing Steamboat's larynx with the
ring-side bell —- assumedly ending his career —- was just plain
frightening.
See, the thing with Steamboat's deliberately forgotten winged gig was that it evolved during a period generally known as The Time Wrestling Started To Suck So Everyone Stopped Watching. It was also the era of "El Matador" Tito Santana and all sorts of bad one-word gimmicks like Crush and Skinner. The less said, the better.
*Matt K. of somewhere North of Boston says: Dude, every time you talk about wrestling, I get the Hulk's theme song in my head.
Really, everyone should get that song in their head. The lyrics are truly inspirational. I am misty eyed as I recite these lyrics aloud while I type them:
When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside
You gotta take it stand it don't help to hide
Well you hurt my friends, and you hurt my pride
I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide
I am a Real American
Fight for the rights of every man
I am a Real American
Fight for what's right, fight for your life!
*Now, I haven't regretted my move West, not once. Besides, if I ever wished to replicate my situation from about six months ago, I could just pull out a hammer and club myself in the skull a couple dozen times and get the same effect. But what really drives home the fact I made the right choice is the tone of emails I'm getting from friends back in Boston. All the "Good lord, winter is never going to end, it is May and I can still see my breath when I go outside" chatter has been replaced with "Oh by the way, it is about 168 degrees in Boston today with 250 percent humidity." Seattle in late June? Cloudy today, but generally 70 degrees, sun, no humidity, and it doesn't really get dark til after 10 p.m.
And no, that paragraph was not sponsored by the Seattle tourism board.
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