After I was done watching American Gladiators (more on that later) there was still approximately 14 hours of Home Run Derby action left. I was able to catch the Josh Hamilton show in it's entirety. If all you have to do to become a bona-fide MLB superstar is become hooked to heroin and coke, I'm willing to give it a shot. Somebody get me Matt Jones' phone number. Honestly, Hamilton's story is amazing, and he deserves every bit of attention and praise. Not too many people can get a capacity crowd at Yankee Stadium to its feet while chanting their name. Just ask A-Rod.
Oh wait.
Hamilton didn't win?
That Morneau dude from the Twins won?
But I thought Hamilton hit, like, 83,778 HRs?
He did?
But he still lost?
Huh?
The Home Run Derby has to be be the most flawed system next to the electoral college. I don't care how it happens, but the dude that hits the most dingers should win.
Some other stuff of note:
It seemed like everytime Rick Reilly said something the other announcers completely ignored him. As it should be.
I like how even what is considered the most fun event of the baseball season, New York fans found plenty to boo about:
Chase Utley (Who gave the proper response)
David Ortiz
The HRD pitchers when they weren't hitting their spots.
Evan Longoria for only hitting 3 HRs
The umpires (I didn't even know the HRD had umps)
I'm surprised they didn't start booing God while Hamilton was thanking him after his 1st round performance.
Apparently there's a 'real' baseball game tonight on which the fate of the World Series depends, basically. For as overwhelmingly well home teams have been playing this year, I can't think of anything more fucking retarded than having game 7 of the WS be decided by an exhibition game in which the participants were selected by a giant gaggle of retards. Fuck that, NCAA 09 came out for XBOX360 today and I'm gonna see if the vitual Jimmy Clausen's haircut is a s sweet as his real one. On second thought, the idea of the Cubs losing a heartbreaking game 7 at home is so much sweeter than them losing on the road...
By some odd twist of fate, there was actually a baseball tie-in to last night's AG. Brewer Hall of Famer Robin Yount's niece was one of the female competitors. And if NBC's website was working, I could show you how smoking hot she was. She won last night, but didn't qualify for the next round, so she'll have to go back to being one of the racing sausages. Anyways, this dude makes his gladiator debut next week, and I'm already aroused.
2 comments:
I like how after Utley's F-bomb dropped, they obviously made the switch to delay the broadcast since there were obvious spots where ESPN muted the sound.
Also, if I had a dollar for every time I wanted to punch Rick Reilly and Peter Gammons in the face, I could buy an island in the Caribbean. And I could hire servants for my island for everytime Rick Reilly called Josh Hamilton a heroin addict.
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