Dodger fans (and Angelenos, to a lesser extent) should be ashamed of themselves. Consider Yankee fans the best in the business - or the worst - and nothing holds a candle to what occurred at Chavez Ravine on opening day.
After a game that the Dodgers actually won, a Giants fan was beaten so badly in the parking lot that he remains in a coma, suffering serious brain damage. The team and the city can distance themselves from it - say it was "thugs" and not "fans" - but in LA there is now obviously no difference. To me it is very sadly rather indicative to the dog eat dog, anyone but yourself is fair game kind of mentality that has befallen that city.
Listen: Yankee fans are no angels. Even Red Sox fans who I hold in utter disdain, wouldn't take it to a level like that. Did we spit on Cliff Lee's wife during the ALCS last year? If she said so then it probably happened. I am sure some pretty awful things were said to her long before someone expectorated at her (that means "spit" to you Philly fans; the ONLY town that I refrained from wearing my teams colors at an away game: Giants at Eagles some years ago, all by myself. I am devout, but not insane. I also wouldn't put it past Phillies fans spitting on her themselves if he loses a World Series game) and that is gross. But a hankie took care of it; not an emergency room.
It seems like the US Government went to an awful lot of time and EXPENSE to land one charge against Barry Bonds. It will probably be more of the same with the upcoming Clemens' trial. Really? Don't we have anything else to spend all of that on? (Looks around). Nope. All is perfect here; carry on the witch-hunt.
I will not gloat that the Red Sox are 2-9 when those 2 wins came at the Yankees' expense, but you know I would like to.
You almost feel bad for the Mets. Almost.
Buck Showalter does make the O's interesting even if he can't make them a playoff team despite their goods early showing.
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Pretty psyched to finally go to Minneapolis' famed First Avenue next month to see Tommy Stinson. And if Westerberg winds up showing, playing raise that level of psych a couple of dozen notches.
Celebrated my 1st birthday in Minneapolis hanging with friends at the Twins/Royals game yesterday afternoon. Recovering from some oral surgery, it was beer and chili for me- no peanuts, popcorn or CrackerJacks alas. Home team got spanked, 10-5 by KC.
Up for a re-write on a thriller-script. The gig would come in handy right now. The money would be good obviously, but I am looking to get back in gear writing and nothing -- nothing -- does that better than a legitimate deadline.
Speaking of deadlines, I'll treat this blog as if I have one more often. Expect more posts and I will try to pepper them with stuff other than baseball.
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