Tuesday, December 18, 2007

A Golden Opportunity

Today's shocker: after some 28 years of high-profile screeching, Dickie V's vocal cords have staged a rebellion. He needs surgery to remove legions on the left cord. Which raises an interesting question for both college hoops fans and this man:


The gentleman in question is Dr. Stephen Zeitels, the Eugene B. Casey Chair of Laryngeal Surgery at Harvard Medical School, and one of the very few practicing gingerbeards in the nation. The question? Can this man be bought?

Think about it: this dude has the opportunity to strike down Dickey V's monopoly on ESPN hoops assignments. If Doc Zeitels could be convinced--by means of, say, a deposit of gold krugerrands into a Swiss bank account--to "accidentally" nick Dickie's cords, we might see the flowering of a new era at ESPN. Jay Bilas might be released from his prison in Bristol. Bill Raftery might be dragged out of the corner bar, simultaneously improving the quality of broadcasts and extending his liver's functional life by five years. Win-wins abound.

So get it together, America. Dig deep, get those bribes out, and let's help stop the madness.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Tremendous Week for Fantasy Screw Jobs

We don't talk a lot of fantasy football here, and that's okay, we're the GRBG, not the GRFG. (We'll ignore the fact that this permits us to take detours into the lands of horse racing, soccer, and Boston politics.) But this week is too good to not mention the fantastic week of middle fingers foisted at fantasy football players this week. For those in conventional FFB leagues, this is playoffs time, and probably a semi-finals week. The time that you've been building towards. The time that your draft was intended to culminate at. And what happens? Let's look at, in reverse order, the five largest asshole moves that happened today to kill playoff berths:

#5: Joseph Addai. Now granted, this could happen any week: a fantasy back draws a tough matchup, and just doesn't have a big day when you need him to. But Addai had moved into the premier echelon of fantasy RB's this year. And he was playing Oakland. AT Oakland. Unlike the entire East coast, there was no snow in Oakland. So they're playing an awful team....great, right? NO. Somehow, he only manages 77 yards on 20 touches today, and even his garbage two-point conversion can't save the fact that he didn't get in the end zone. Bad timing, Guiseppe.

#4: Tony Romo. Many a surprise contender this year was built around Mr. Simpson's blossoming into an elite player. Not only did The Ribs Guy pull off a 3-pick performance against a crappy Iggles team, he broke his thumb. Oops. Even if you survived your game with Tony today, you're not happy about next week's prospects of a guy with 9 digits.

#3: Tom Brady. Let's look at Tom Brady's score lines this year in a conventional league: 23-21-26-19-22-33-36-35-19-34-20-17-31. He's having arguably the greatest fantasy QB year ever. And week 15 presents a gift that Brady owners were salivating for weeks in advance: home against the Jets. So what intervenes? Hurricane Freaking Zelda. The nor'easter that hammered the entire East coast took out his passing game and rendered him useless. No TDs, bad INTs, and no garbage yards on the ground. Just 3 measley points. In the playoff week.

#2: Tampa Bay Defense. This wasn't a curse if you had it, this was a curse if you faced it. There isn't a single person that is taking Tampa seriously this year, and with good reason. Still, there was some merit to having them against the Falcons. Then Petrino quit. Uh oh. And then lo and behold, they pull off the ultimate f-you: they ran back their first kickoff for a touchdown. EVER. As my buddy emailed me today: "Tampa's Defense is killing me single-handedly. Are we using 2002 stats?"

Losing to a Tampa runback should have you hit #1. But it doesn't, and that's thanks to.....

#1: Brian Westbrook. Paint the picture for a second: Iggles up by 4, two minute warning is about to hit, Cowboys have no timeouts. Westbrook breaks free for a run straight at the end zone. Free money! No! He intelligently (for real football) takes a knee at the 1, enabling the Eagles to kneel out the game and not have to kick it off again. That's super. That's great. That's 6 points you cost half a billion Westbrook owners, and probably about 50,000 league titles as a result. Thanks for nothing, buddy.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Chicks Love The Fastball

Now that the Mitchell Report list is out, it's interesting to see how many of the implicated players are pitchers. A lot of the chatter surrounding the report's release has focused on the McGwire/Bonds/Sosa/Palmeiro types, who everyone was afraid were cheapening the record books with their power output a few years back.

But assuming the Mitchell Report encompasses a representative sample of steroid users during that period, those hitters were facing more than a few juiced-up fastballs. Full list is below, with pitchers in bold:

Chad Allen
Manny Alexander
Rick Ankiel
Mike Bell
David Bell
Gary Bennett Jr.
Marvin Bernard
Larry Bigbie
Barry Bonds
Ricky Bones
Kevin Brown
Paul Byrd
Ken Caminiti
Jose Canseco
Mark Carreon
Jason Christiansen
Howie Clark
Roger Clemens
Paxton Crawford
Jack Cust
Chris Donnels
Brendan Donnelly
Lenny Dykstra
Bobby Estalella
Matt Franco
Ryan Franklin
Eric Gagne
Jason Giambi
Jeremi Giambi
Jay Gibbons
Troy Glaus
Jason Grimsley
Jose Guillen
Jerry Hairston Jr.
Matt Herges
Phil Hiatt
Glenallen Hill
Darren Holmes
Todd Hundley
David Justice
Chuck Knoblauch
Tim Laker
Mike Lansing
Paul Lo Duca
Nook Logan
Josias Manzanillo
Gary Matthews Jr.
Cody McKay
Kent Mercker
Bart Miadich
Hal Morris
David Naulty
Denny Neagle
Jim Parque
Andy Pettitte
Adam Piatt
Todd Pratt
Stephen Randolph
Adam Riggs
Brian Roberts
John Rocker
F.P. Santangelo
Benito Santiago
Gary Sheffield
Scott Schoeneweis
David Segui
Mike Stanton
Miguel Tejada
Ismael Valdez
Mo Vaughn
Randy Velarde
Ron Villone
Fernando Vina
Rondell White
Todd Williams
Jeff Williams
Matt Williams
Steve Woodard
Kevin Young
Gregg Zaun

28 out of 82 (or 34%) are pitchers. Given that pitchers make up 11 out of 25 (or 44% of) roster spots on most teams, that's a lot closer to juicing parity than you'd think based on the media coverage. And of course of the biggest new names outted by the Mitchell Report, three (Roger Clemens, Andy Pettitte, and Eric Gagne) are pitchers.

None of this excuses the big-name sluggers who juiced. But it does point out that all numbers from the steroid era need to be adjusted for context, not jut power numbers. Maybe that will end up being the Mitchell Report's real legacy.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Fat Billy From Ohio

After years of debate regarding what logo--Red Sox, Blue Jays, Yankees, other-- Roger Clemens should have engraved on his Hall of Fame plaque, the choice is now clear:



Selah.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

If You'd Like To Know Why We Don't Write More About Football . . .

The Jets head to Foxborough this weekend to endure what most people assume will be an epic face-sitting at the hands of the Patriots. (For the record, I have this down as a closer game than that, with a final score in the 23-14 range.) Regardless, the tension of waiting between the hammer and the anvil appears to have gotten to the good folks over at The Gang Green, one of the most prominent Jets fan message boards.

If you have an hour or so on your hands and are interested in a full-spectrum tour of the depths of the human spirit, we strongly encourage you to read this thread previewing the upcoming game. For those looking for the lazy-man's lobster version of the same, allow us to present our top 3 choices for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Batshittedness:

3. "KurtTheJetsFan" contributes this burst of holiday spirit:

I would rather Tom Brady get injured than us win the game.

There..I said it.
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It's Official: The Patriots have ruined the NFL
That post is even better if you imagine that "KurtTheJetsFan" is Kurt Warner. We suppose it's unlikely, but we can dream.

2. "allan1" pines for the days when the NFL was about the love:

The Patriots are due for some serious bad karmic juju, we have to be the team to deliver it. And I mean seriously bad, like hopefully brady gets both legs broke and belichicken suffers a stroke or something.

it started with us and it has to end with us...and it has to end sometime. This version of the Patriots is nothing more than a bunch of mercenaries [emphasis added]
Yes, it's a shame that more of the Pats' players didn't come up through their farm system. We've no doubt that former Toledo MudJet Chad Pennington will stick around as a backup once his contract expires in order to repay the goodwill he's received from Jets fans through the years.

And our clear winner comes from . . .

1. "ollie" in response to a post from a Pats fan [ed. note--edited in an attempt to avoid offense and filters; original NSFW]:

You better pray there's not such thing a karma, f-----t.

Any other fan of another team would have been embarrassed by what your team was CAUGHT doing after specifically being warned by the league not to do it.
But not you Massc--ts. You're too stupid for humility, which is really why you're the joke of the nation.
Ollie, we think we speak for all of us out here in the land of objectively shared reality when we say that you desperately need a hobby. Maybe start with some needlepoint, work your way up to macrame? Scrapbooking can be quite relaxing--you could start with your mentions in the police log of your local paper!

That really troubling last post aside, we're sure you could find similarly asinine posts on a Pats' website. We're not sure what it is about football that makes rational discussion nearly impossible, but other than the guys from Football Outsiders, it's pretty bleak out there.

So try to play nice this weekend, OK, boys and girls? Try to keep in mind that the very large men you are rooting for or against do not care about you at all. They are happy to make some money off of your combined presence, but their interest in you as an individual human being falls in a range from "Zero" to "What's her cup size?" Act accordingly.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Work Through The Levels, Here

Savor the wit and wisdom (both intentional and otherwise) in the below quote (which comes via si.com)

"It's almost like when you go to a pizza shop and you order your pizza, and you say I want extra sausage,'' said Patriots veteran safety Rodney Harrison, of the added motivation that [Pittsburgh DB Anthony] Smith's guarantee inspired in New England's locker room. "There's nothing wrong with extra sausage."


Truer words were never spoken.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The Lament of Austin Kearns

Will somebody please tell me what I have done to piss off all of baseball and possibly the Almighty? I used to have it pretty good. Nobody drafted me out of college, but the Reds, in their infinite wisdom, saw something in my pimpled face. They saw promise. They saw greatness. They saw Austin. And I worked my tail off and made it to the big show. Sure, I got my nicks and bruises along the way, but who doesn't? Things got even better--the Reds got rid of the floozy Wily Mo Pena in '06, giving me a permanent spot, and we even got off to a fast start. Life was good. Check that. Life was great.

Then do you know what happened? Shut up, I'm going to tell you what the fuck happened. That asshat Wayne Krivsky got this beautiful notion that because we were in contention, he didn't need all his outfielders. Really Wayne? Based on what fact did you get this brainfart? The fact we were under 20 games out for the first time since Bill Clinton was on his knees in DC? Or the fact that we were playing over our fricking heads by any rational measurement? Yeah, we needed more pitching. I agreed with that. I even called up Asshat Wayne and suggested he phone my teenage idols Tom Browning and Tim Belcher. Hell, they're not doing shit. They're playing pinochle and drinking Natty Light in between turkey shoots. Those guys would've been better than Ryan Wagner in the bullpen. Hell, your wife would've been better than him, and she's fat as shit.

But noooooooo. He instead stole Schottzie brain's from the pet cemetery. Instead, Asshat Wayne decided to trade me. Yes, ME. Me who was en route to his first 30-home run season. Me who patiently sat through getting jerked around while Ken Griffey kept popping his vulva and whining about his old age. Boo-hoo Kenny boy. You're the pinhead that wanted out of Seattle, suck it up. But back to me. Did I mention I was about to hit 30 homers? Did I mention I was playing in the best ballpark for power EVER? Two more years there, and I would have hit a hundie dingers during my arbitration years. That's $100 million range, boys and girls.

And Asshat Wayne traded me to Washington. Where you need a howitzer to hit it out of the park. And where the lineup genuinely blows. Do you think I ever saw a real pitch there, when I was protected by the Ryans, Church & Langerhans? Where the team perpetually sucked? Right. No.

Still, it was starting to look better. Skip Acta's a nice guy, Ryan Zimmerman and I joined a bowling league, and we've got a new park next year that can't be as bad as this dump RFK. I mean seriously. The Redskins left here, and we were sharing locker space with Freddy Adu's entourage. What the fuck man? Isn't DC a real town? Anyway, we heard that the new park is fair to hitters. Which means---home run push, more dough and happiness for ol' Austin, right?

FUCK NO. Apparently Jim Bowden is a lovechild of Asshat Wayne. Or his dad. Whatever. First, the schmuck decides to bring BACK Wily Mo. Would it have killed him to knock on my locker and ask me what I thought of him? I could've told him bluntly--he sucks. Everyone hates him. He's a loud obnoxious prick. Him leaving was what helped us in Cincy in '06. Instead, I got to spend my summer months with him hanging all over me like a pain-in-the-ass little cousin, and trying to watch him chase GW chicks. Wily? Word to the wise--take a fucking shower.

Even that wasn't the end of the world; at least Wily was starting to hit a little at the end of the year. Then there was this rumor that we'd get A-Rod in here, which would actually give me some protection in the lineup. Hoo-boy, that sounded good, right? Yeah, that didn't happen. Plan B got invoked instead. We shipped out a couple of nice guys who can't play in Ryan and Brian for a couple of assholes that can't play. That's right kids--I've now got to play babysitter to Lastings Goddamn Milledge, who has the attitude of a menstrual hippopotamus, and Elijah Dukes, who likes to beat the shit out of women. And now I've got to split time with these clowns? And serve as their mentor? Are you fucking kidding me? Who did I piss off to have this happen? And who the hell is my agent? Correction--ex-agent. That waste of sperm has been fired effective now.

So here's my public plea to the Nats: you win. You have broken me. You have broken my spirit. You have crushed my will to be anywhere near the Tidal Basin. I'll accept a trade to anywhere. Even Tampa. Hell, even to the Independent League. It doesn't matter. It cannot be worse than this. Please. I'm begging you.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Your Stupidly Early Euro '08 Preview

The draw is out for this summer's Euro '08 soccer tournament. For those who don't know, the Euro tournament is a regional version of the World Cup, with all European nations (and I mean all European nations--the Faroe Islands and the Most Serene Republic of San Marino are each involved) playing in qualifying pools. The top 2 teams from each qualifying pool advanced to the tournament proper, where they have been placed into round-robin groups of four. The round-robin survivors move on to an elimination bracket.

Most of the early talk this year has focused on the "Group of Death", which matches current World Cup holders Italy, current WC runners-up France, traditional power Holland, and Romania, who actually finished ahead of Holland in their joint qualifying pool this year. But we here at the GRBG don't play favorites, so we'll break down each group, and take a shot at picking a winner.

Group A--The Group of Suck

Predicted order of finish:
  1. Czech Republic
  2. Turkey
  3. Portugal
  4. Switzerland

There is exactly one real soccer team in this group, and that team belongs to the Czech Republic. They feature enormous (and suprisingly skilled) striker Jan Koller up front, and have a number of interchangeable attacking midfielders/withdrawn strikers who provide pace and scoring threats. The Czechs sailed through qualifying, winning their group and losing only one of 12 qualifying matches. More than any other team in the group, the Czechs have a collection of players that complement each other and are at or near the peaks of their careers. A legit threat to make a run to the semis or beyond.

Turkey have a limited number of skill players (primarily Hakan Sukur and playmaker Emre, who seems to play better for country than for his club), but abundant commitment and passion. Picking them over Portugal represents a mild upset, but the Portuguese were disjointed in qualifying and lack a top-quality striker up front now that Nuno Gomes is in his 80s. Also, their coach tried to pull a Woody Hayes on some random Serb during qualifying. Portugal will be very reliant on Cristiano Ronaldo, who might be the best player in the tournament (if also one of the whiniest c--ts), and will need a big three games out of him if they are to advance.

Switzerland has fine chocolates, prompt trains, and a team that lost a friendly to the United States's JV team last month. The Swiss are only here because they automatically qualified as joint hosts; nothing to see here.

Key Statistic: Number of yellow + red cards in the Portugal/Turkey game. The Portuguese have some of the world's great instigators, and the Turks' passion has been known to tip over into madness every so often. If Turkey can keep 11 men on the field in the game against Portugal, they'll go through. If not, the Portuguese will take advantage.

Group B--The Group of Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Projected Finish:
  1. Germany
  2. Croatia
  3. Austria
  4. Poland

Jesus fuck, that looks like the ethnic breakdown of the VFW hall in most cities of the upper Midwest. Any ties in the group will be broken by a sausage cookoff, to be judged by an impartial Scandinavian observer from Minneapolis.

So, the goddamn Germans always qualify for major tournies, and always make it out of the group stages. Despite the recent struggles of the German club league, there's very little to make one suspect that they'll miss out on the quarters this year, either. Croatia are probably best-known at this point for beating England in London last month to knock about $300M in English Premier League players out of Euro '08 at the first hurdle. The team's best player is probably striker Eduardo Da Silva.

What's that you say? You hadn't previously known that Da Silva was a Croatian name? Well, fast Eddie is in fact a naturalized Croat, haveing come over from Brazil a number of years ago. One Brazillian > three Austrians, so I'm putting Croatia down for the second ticket to the knockout round.

Austria and Poland are pretty much interchangeable. I'm giving to edge to the Austrians because they are tournament co-hosts and will play their group matches at home. Also because in Austria they produce dangerous, megalomaniacal leaders like Hitler and Schwarzenegger, whereas in Poland they produce popes and think the Internet is something you fish with. Safety first.

Key Statistic: Each team's Central European Culinary Death Index. The CECDI is calculated by multiplying a team's aggregate HDL cholesterol count by its median blood alcohol content percentage. Low score wins the group.

Group C--The Group of Death

Projected finish:

  1. Italy
  2. Holland
  3. France
  4. Romania

Boy. Boy oh boy. So let's try to justify this pick,which I've already changed three times.

For much of the qualifying period, Italy exhibited all the rigorous tactical shape of an unmade bed. However, I'm chalking that up to a post-World Cup hangover, and the lingering effect of the match-fixing scandal that has hovered over the Italian club league. Although Italy never really going well enough to stomp anybody, they did close out qualifying with a 4-0-1 run, complete with away wins over pesky teams from Scotland and Ukraine.

Italy's traditional team selection problem of choosing between Alessandro Del Piero and Francesco Totti up front has been neatly solved by the benching of Del Piero and the latest petulant retirement of Totti. The new frontline of Luca Toni and Antonio Di Natale is both quicker and more compatible, which I think will give Italy the leg up it needs to win the group.

Taken individually, Holland's attacking players are arguably the best in the tournament. The problem has been finding a formation that lets those players interact to best advantage. Assuming Robin van Persie is healthy, I think that Holland will revert to an attacking 4-3-3, and give the older Italian and French backlines problems with their pace and quick passes. That should be enough to get them through.

Counting out France has been a losing play for much of the last decade. That said, striker Thierry Henry isn't getting the burn at Real Madrid that he was at Arsenal, and Zizou has finally left the international team to spend more time with the whore that is his sister. Unless Nicolas Anelka has one of his biennial runs of greatness, I don't think France has enough firepower to move on.

Romania could actually beat any of these teams on their day, especially if Adrian Mutu finds a coke connection in Austria.

Key Statistic: Vegas has set the +/- line on the number of asprin it takes to handicap this group at a solid 6.5.

Group D--The Group of Choke

Predicted Order of Finish:

  1. Spain
  2. Greece
  3. Sweden
  4. Russia

This looks like on of those groups where the final point totals will be along the lines of 4-3-3-2, with goal difference deciding second place. Spain are Europe's most renowned chokers, having spit the bit in a number of major tournaments over the years. But, when in doubt, pick the best team to advance. Spain is joined on the gag list by Russia, who tried to give away their qualifying spot by blowing a halftime lead against Israel last month.

While Russia's coach Gus Hiddink usually squeezes his teams through group play, I think he'll be pipped by defending champion Greece, who come in with essentially no hype despite winning Euro '04 and their (admittedly weak) qualifying group this year. Greece's steadiness should set it up well to beat out whichever of the choking twosome decide to add to their legacy this year. Sweden has lots of talent up front, but currently lack the midfield pivot necessary to bring it all together.

Key Statistic: The scoreline of the Spain-Russia game, which kicks off the round-robin in this group. A shaky performance by either side could lead to a quick and gruesome downward spiral, given the iffy historic performance of Spain, and the iffy recent performance of Russia.

Quarterfinals (winners in italics):

Czech Rep. v. Croatia

Germany v. Turkey

Italy v. Greece

Holland v. Spain

Semifinals:

Czech Rep. v. Germany

Italy v. Spain

Finals:

Czech Rep. v. Spain

N.B.--If that final actually happens, I'll eat my hat. But Euro '04 was full of upsets, and with the host teams not a threat, I feel like things could open up for some new blood this year.