Wednesday, August 8, 2007

less talk, more rock

Dear baseball players,

We all know you aren’t actually going to fight, so enough with the mound-charging. I have watched you try to fight on repeated occasions, and it's sad... Just sad. It cropped up again on Tuesday when the Toronto Blue Jays (still holding a grudge because A-Rod had the gall to pull a "Noonan" on third baseman Howie Clark back in May... Seriously??? Come on, Howie) threw at A-Rod for the second game in a row. A-Rod approached pitcher Josh Towers, the benches cleared, much yelling abounded, but not a single punch was thrown, which is pretty much the case with every baseball "altercation." It's like that scene you see about 10 minutes after last call -- two beer muscled jackasses yelling "you want a piece of me?" over and over again, but neither of them actually manning up enough to take a swing. I mean, one of you is actually armed with a bat and a helmet... If that's not an invitation to an ass-kicking, I don't know what is.

At least NBA players actually fight... Granted, they look like flailing middle school girls while doing it, but they do indeed fight.

Somewhere, Chuck Norris weeps.

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