No, I didn’t stay up to the end, and yes, I’m very glad I didn’t commit to full-blown live blogging….
Couple reactions:
After Chase Utley had warm words for the fans Monday, why wasn’t be booed when introduced Tuesday? He came out right before a Red Sox (Red Sock?), Dustin Pedroia, but you can boo two consecutive people. It’s been done. And if they weren’t booing Utley Tuesday, why did they Monday? I didn’t watch the HR derby, as mentioned below, so maybe I’m missing something.
Another question regarding the opening ceremonies: Why did Willie Mays seem so gruff, and barely acknowledge anybody?
Wasn’t Tim Lincecum being taken to the hospital and having to miss everything an undersold story? Can you imagine how much that must have sucked for him? In fact, except for the SI cover story, isn’t Lincecum being undersold generally? One of the best half-dozen pitchers on earth is a 12 year-old kid who throws 98 with a delivery homemade by his dad. He’s 11-2 for an atrocious team. To me, he might be the most interesting thing in the sport right now. Since he was dehydrated enough to be hospitalized and he weighed like 115 pounds before, what’s he going to tip the scales at now? …
Speaking of scale-tipping, how can the most disciplined hitter who ever lived be the least disciplined eater who ever lived? I’m referrring, of course, to Tony Gwynn, who can only be filmed now using special, wide-angle equipment. Just an gigantic man. Immense. Vast.
Sorry. I shouldn’t be making brutal fun of a weight problem. But honestly: this is an elite athlete (recall that Gwynn played D-1 college basketball, at San Diego St.) who brought enormous, off-the charts intelligence and work ethic to his profession and now’s just off-the-charts enormous, has random objects orbiting him, and apparently can’t say no to that seventh helping of flapjacks?
Seriously, isn’t that strange?
Just thought of this: Was Bobby Murcer mentioned at all last night? Maybe I missed it
